𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘴 , peter parker

004.

GLISTENING DIAMONDS.
004. ❛ pretty face ❜

AFTER FREEING BUCKY AND SAM, the trio made their way outside to catch up with the rest of the team. While they were inside, Diana had heard the deafening explosions, the concussive force reverberating through the air. Stepping out, she took in the scene of chaos and destruction that the brief but intense fight had caused. Planes were engulfed in flames, cars were mangled wrecks, and a truck billowed black smoke into the sky. The battleground bore the scars of their clash, a testament to the power and ferocity of the combatants.

"Come on!" Steve's voice cut through the chaos, pulling Diana back to the urgency of the situation. The team rallied, sprinting towards the Quinjet, their sole means of escape. However, their path forward was abruptly halted by a dazzling stream of energy slicing through the ground in front of them.

"Captain Rogers. I know you believe what you're doing is right. But for the collective good, you must surrender now," Vision's voice resonated with conviction as Tony's team assembled, forming a formidable blockade.

"What do we do, Cap?" Sam's question hung in the air, every member of the team anxiously waiting for Steve's decision.

"We fight." Steve's response echoed with unwavering determination. The team surged forward, their resolve etched on their faces, ready to confront their adversaries head-on. Except for Diana, who absentmindedly swatted away a mosquito, her casual gesture a stark contrast to the imminent battle.

The clash of two opposing forces reverberated through the air as the two teams met in the middle. Steve deflected a punch from Iron Man, Clint unleashed a volley of arrows toward Vision, War Machine engaged in aerial combat with Falcon, Bucky traded blows with T'Challa, Wanda launched her telekinetic assaults at Spider-Man, and Diana locked eyes with Natasha, poised to engage in their own unique dance of combat.

As Natasha prepared to strike, Diana suddenly raised her hands in a brief pause, calling for a momentary ceasefire amidst the chaos. "Wait, wait, wait!"

Natasha froze, her brow furrowing in confusion as the blonde girl straightened up and adjusted her disheveled blonde hair. "I'm Diana, but I also get called Black Cat quite often, so you could call me that, or you could call me your girlfriend, whatever's best for you, really."

A small smile tugged at the corner of Natasha's lips, amused by Diana's bold introduction. Diana extended her hand for a shake; the pure lighthearted playfulness in her tone was strong.

Diana wiggled her fingers so the woman could shake her hand, "Just because you're making me question my sexuality right now doesn't mean you're intimidating me."

She extended her hand, and Diana reciprocated, their hands meeting in a firm shake. "I'm Natasha." The redhead said before striking her leg out to the blonde.

Diana took a step back as Natasha swiftly launched a high kick toward her face, narrowly missing her target by mere centimeters. "Hey! Not the face! I love my face, and concealer won't cover up a bruise that bad," Diana exclaimed, her voice laced with a playful indignation.

Natasha remained silent, swiftly transitioning into a leg lock, her legs wrapping around Diana's throat. In response, Diana reached behind her, firmly grasping Natasha's crimson locks and pulling them sharply, disrupting the widow's focus.