⤷ may 1, 2015
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Irina finishes the last swipe of red lipstick along her bottom lip when her phone buzzes.
She pops the cap back on the product, setting it off to the side as her attention is directed immediately to her device.
She picks it up, the facial scanning allowing her to read the message sent by a familiar number.
Danny the Coffee-Enthusiast
Locking up now. Prepare to be bedazzled, Roberts.
Her red lips curl up into a delighted grin, and right after she reads the message, another pops up above it, this one from an unknown number.
XXX-XXX-XXXX
Emma, it's me. Just thought I'd text you in advance to tell you I'm on my way to Avengers Tower now! I can't wait to see you. :) -H
Irina hums, setting the phone down to peer at herself in the mirror.
She'd never cleaned up before - at least not this much. She had to admit she was anxious, but Natasha had given her multiple tips and let her borrow as many products as she'd need for the night.
Inhaling a nervous breath, Irina makes her way out of the bathroom and across her room.
When she opens the door, she hardly expects to see Sam.
He jumps when the door opens, fist raised in a knocking action he never got to follow through with. "Jesus!" He hisses, quickly unfurling his fist to place it over his heart and look away with a loud exhale.
She grins up at him, one dark eyebrow lifting in amusement. "Wilson," she muses. "What, are you here to escort me?"
"In Steve's stead, heck yeah," he winks playfully at her. Irina chuckles, and the veteran offers his arm to her. She lets her hand slip around his elbow, and Sam guides her to the elevator. "You clean up well, Irina," says Sam. "You'll catch a ton of eyes tonight. I'm almost jealous."
Irina snorts softly. They enter the elevator, and Sam pushes the button to lead them up to the penthouse floor. The elevator jolts softly into motion. "Have you seen Natasha yet? She was the one who lent me this dress. My beauty is all her."
Sam looks at her with a chastising expression. "Don't do yourself like that," he scolds. "You look like a goddess."
Irina rolls her eyes, but doesn't comment anymore. They stand together in silence, only the soft whirring of the elevator to fill the silence. Then, Sam looks at her again, this time more hopeful and curious.
"So, you've seen Romanoff?"
Irina snorts.
The elevator pings when they reach their destination, and the silence was quickly filled in with the white noise of the party happening before them as the elevator doors slide open.
Sam quirks an eyebrow at her. "Scared?" He teases, though genuine curiosity rests in his voice.
Irina takes in a deep breath, counts a few seconds, then punches it out with a jerky shrug. "I mean - what's the worst that can happen," she turns her head, meeting his eyes, "right?"
Sam smirks, and tugs her out of the small cubicle and into the party.
There's war veterans all over, as well as a few scientists Irina sees spread across the floor. Some ex-S.H.I.E.L.D. agents trusted in being non-HYDRA...and a few Avengers spread out here and there.
Sam's eyes scan over the crowd as they walk, before they narrow in on two tall figures by a wall, one with a head of short blond hair, the other's long and dark. He grins, and tugs gently on Irina to guide her over, before -
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𝒑𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒕 || s. rogers & b. barnes
Fanfiction❝ ironic, really. a name meaning peace given to someone who only fuels violence. ❞ ❝ i don't think you fuel violence. ❞ ❝ you'd probably be the only one. ❞...
