(𝟮.𝟭) 𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐘 ➣ {𝕤•𝕨} ❘ [𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗𝖘 - 𝖊𝖌 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗]

³² 𝙆𝙧𝙮𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙡

Y/N stared at her outfit in the mirror with a doubtful expression. Was it a bit too much? Did it not suit her? When she asked Bruce about it, he said that it definitely suited her personality.

"Whenever you're ready."

She turned around at the voice and saw Maria, leaning on the the door with crossed arms. She was wearing a plain red dress that reached till her knees. Her short hair was straightened and out of her regular pony tail.

"Okay, you're seriously making me question my sexuality right now," Maria arched one of her eyebrows when she saw her complete outfit, especially the black lace part.

Chuckling, Y/N walked towards her and looped her arm through hers, "Glad I make you feel that way." The two walked out of the room and into the main hall where the party had already commenced. They walked down the stairs and made way towards the couch. But Maria suddenly tugged her sharply to the the side, "Nope, nope, not there."

"Why not?" Y/N frowned at her, "'Tasha's there and," she followed her gaze to Nat and saw the woman beside her, "Oh no..."

"I know," Maria dragged her off to the bar and ordered two shot for each of them, "I thought I told Tony not to invite Krystal."

Krystal was Y/N's ex. They didn't have a lasting relationship like Y/N had with Ivan, but it was nice while it lasted. Y/N soon began to realize that she was the only loyal one in the relationship as Krystal started to spend less time with her and so they broke up.

"She works in the Stark Industries, Maria," Y/N sighed and downed the shot. She clicked her tongue at the burning sensation and taste, "I don't think he couldn't have not invite her."

"Why'd you even date her in the first place?" Maria now had a wine glass in her hand and pushed her shot towards Y/N, "I mean, everyone knows how toxic she could get."

"Hey," she turned to her with the shot glass in hand, "I have a thing for toxic people, okay? Don't blame me."

Y/N and Maria watched Nat and Krystal from the bar, sipping on their drinks. Krystal was venting to Nat, twirling a strand of hair in her finger and gossiping sincerely; most definitely about Y/N. Nat was just nodding blindly, pretending to listen while her eyes followed Bruce, who was looking around and stumbling into people occasionally.