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When Sharon asked Wanda if she wanted to join her and Natasha for a night out in town, she was ecstatic, and though she was a little shy, she agreed.
She'd grown close to the blonde over the past few months, and she was the closest Wanda had ever been with any of the Avengers--even though Sharon never called herself one. She was always particularly sour when the topic came up.
Sharon was still getting accustomed to team work and sharing her strategies with them. In the past, Wanda would catch her with Natasha in a corner talking in hushed tones. Missions, most likely. Wanda observed from afar. The life of a spy was complicated, that's what Sam always told her.
She understood. Natasha was the same way when they first met, and for the most part, she still was. But Natasha chose her allies well and carefully, and that was something Wanda was learning each day. While they all trusted each other, there was being too trusting of others outside their circle, and there was being too trusting of others outside their circle.
She didn't quite understand that part yet. Sharon would chuckle whenever she said it, and Wanda thought that it was maybe a joke that only spies understood.
So the whispering became less frequent. Steve had a lot to do with that. Sometimes he and Sharon argued about their involvement in each other's side missions. It wasn't anything serious, but Sam would throw his arms around the back of his head, and Bucky would raise his eyebrows, sometimes rubbing it like he was frustrated, because then Steve and Sharon would make up later that evening, and the two men and Natasha would roll their eyes and comment about the loud noises at night.
Wanda didn't understand that either at first. What did the noisy pipes that vibrated throughout the walls at night have anything to do with Steve and Sharon making up? If anything, it was good that the two were so passionate about each other and were willing to sort out their differences.
So she asked, and Sam patted her on the back, and Natasha grinned.
It took a while for Wanda to figure it out. She had the farthest room from the couple and was just down the hall, but when Natasha finally blurted out that what thumping in the walls meant and how it wasn't from the pipes that ran in between the cement, Wanda flushed and her mouth fell open in a silent, "O."
All things considered, Sharon was a good friend of hers, and she and Steve deserved to be happy. So while Sharon adjusted working with the team, and Steve fell into the routine of letting Sharon out on her own without worrying like a hen--another interesting comment from Natasha--it ultimately led to this girl's night out.
Sharon was smiling from ear to ear, and Wanda didn't understand why again. It was Natasha's birthday, though she claimed it wasn't really her birthday, because she didn't know how, or why, or what, and if--something about her childhood that wasn't quite registering with Wanda, but it was the words that came from Natasha herself, so she supposed that comment was also something she needed to investigate. She needed to if she wanted to laugh wholeheartedly with them one day.
She met with the two in Natasha's room, and Wanda stood, rocking her feet from side to side and feeling uncomfortable in the outfit they selected for her. It was one of Sharon's. A dress, and Wanda wasn't used to wearing dresses. It was probably the first she'd ever worn one, but Sharon and Natasha looked pretty in theirs, and Wanda felt a little out of place. Sharon assured her she looked lovely though, and that put a smile on her face.
While the two were dressing, Sharon told stories of how their past nights had gone and how much exercise they usually got when they had this… time off.
Sharon and Natasha had a system. It was a strange system, but one Wanda was eager to be a part of. They called it D.D.
Sam laughed a lot when they talked about it, Steve would shake his head, and he and Bucky would exchange glances. They would tell some 40's joke that she also didn't understand, and Sam would pull her aside to tell her that it was okay, and that no one thought it was funny.
Wanda would chuckle, but she still wanted to know.
So this D.D. was an opportunity to designate someone to.. act as a bodyguard, if you will. Sharon's description of the role was more detailed. There were weapons involved, sometimes music, and the D.D. would ensure that the rest of the party was safe and free to go about their night. It was all very strange. Apparently, it was Sharon's turn tonight.
Wanda would have offered had she fully understood the scope of the role, but Sharon assured her she would have her turn eventually. It was good to use the time and observe, and she would probably need to pay extra attention tonight and take notes if she wanted to be successful.
Sharon was strapping a holster around her thigh when Steve knocked. He was frowning, which wasn't a good sign. Natasha brushed him off with a wave of her hand, and Steve looked uncomfortable and offered for Sharon to wear his jacket. Sharon told him she'd wear it tonight for bed, and Natasha made a face.
Wanda blinked at that. Why would anyone wear a jacket to sleep?
Steve looked flustered, but he told them to have fun, to be careful, and that he had his phone with him if they needed to call. Again, Natasha shooed him away, and he finally left.
When the two women asked her if she was ready, Wanda nodded and told them she was. She even showed them her notebook and pen. Sharon chuckled and gave her a gentle pat on the back, and Natasha's eyebrows scrunched together. They didn't know it, but Wanda would add that to her list of things to try and understand the next day.
They decided to take a car that Sharon apparently stole from a nearby town. Steve hadn't been happy about that either when he found out, but Sharon only rolled her eyes.
"You're driving."
Wanda nearly dropped the keys when Natasha tossed it to her. She didn't have a driver's license, but she knew how to drive, so she did, and she was glad she had a key role and was participating.
Sharon rode in the front with her, and Natasha was in the backseat. The radio came on, and a few songs that Wanda was familiar with were on the station. She was glad. She didn't listen to the radio often, so she was just happy she could sing along with Sharon, who didn't seem to care whether she was in tune or not.
At some point after taking the exit to the city and to downtown, Natasha tapped her on the shoulder, and Wanda glanced back, her hand still firm around the wheel. Natasha was offering her a flask, and Wanda softly smiled and mumbled a polite, "No, thank you." She was driving after all.
Natasha only inclined her head, but Sharon took it happily.
Wanda laughed with them. It was a nice feeling to be a part of something that was away from their life. While being on the run had them living underground, she understood why Sharon and Natasha needed this more than anything. It was freeing, and that was saying something, because none of them were really free.
Downtown was busy, and Wanda shrunk back in her seat a few times, feeling the need to hide under all the bright city lights. Sharon was just telling her to not worry when a shot was fired and their rear window broke to pieces.
Wanda veered off to the right, narrowly dodging a few pedestrians who flung themselves away.
"Well that was fast," Natasha drawled.
Wanda gaped. "They're shooting at us!" She saw a few cars behind them.
Sharon pressed her lips together and shrugged her shoulders, and then she was sighing. She tapped on the controls for the sunroof, and Wanda swiveled in her seat as the blonde maneuvered herself, placing one foot on the driver's armrest and the other on the passenger seat.
Sharon gave her a soft smile. "You're a pretty good driver, right?"
Wanda blinked, her mouth opening and closing a few times.
Sharon shrugged again, chuckling. "Good enough for me."
And then she grabbed the two guns strapped to her thighs and emerged through the sunroof shooting back at the black Volkswagen that was hot on their trail.
Bullet shells sprayed into the air, and Wanda gaped as more cars appeared behind them in pursuit. She turned the wheel to give Sharon the opportunity to dodge, but she kept it steady on the accelerator. T-They were being chased!
Natasha tapped her shoulder, and Wanda's eyes darted to the side, afraid to turn her face away from the road. Natasha offered her the flask again.
"You want?" she asked.
Wanda's mouth fell open, and she quickly glanced at Sharon who was half exposed and shooting in all directions from the sunroof. "We need to help her!"
Natasha shook her head and wagged her index finger. "She's D.D. tonight. Just sit back and have some fun."
The flask poked her again in the shoulder, and Wanda could only stare wide-eyed. Natasha looked curious, almost as if she wasn't understanding why her offer wasn't being taken.
"More for me then," she said, and she took a quick sip, grinning to herself.
Sharon ducked back in, crouching and reloading her gun. She gave Wanda a comforting smile. "Can you turn up the volume?"
Wanda blinked, still half surprised. "The.. what?"
Natasha stretched forward again, her elbow resting on the driver's seat. "The volume," she said, and Wanda could hear the slur in her tone. "Music. Volume. Up."
Sharon had already straightened herself through the opening and the shooting commenced. Wanda cringed as one of the cars behind them swerved and crashed into a pole. Wanda tried to anticipate the next car's move, her eyes darting back from the road and to the rearview mirror and her shoulders hunched.
Natasha appeared and blocked her view to lean over and turn up the volume. The bass blared, and Wanda's eyes grew. Natasha was saying something amidst the loud music and gunfire.
"What was that?" Wanda asked, raising her voice.
"I said, I like this song." Natasha took another sip.
Sharon ducked in. "Hey, do you mind? I need some fuel," she said.
Wands glanced at their gauge, and her brows furrowed. How would she get Sharon any fuel--?
Natasha tossed the flask, and Sharon caught it with ease. She took a long drink and flung it to the back seat when she was done. She proceeded with shooting the remaining cars behind them.
Wanda tried to concentrate on the road, dodging vehicles left and right. In the back, Natasha had her eyes closed, a small smile on her lips, and she was humming along to the tune on the radio.
What in the world was happening?
Sharon poked her head back in. "I'll catch up with you two later," she said.
Before Wanda could ask her what that meant, she hoisted herself atop the car, and with a few steps, flung herself in the air. Wanda gasped, and she glanced back to see that Sharon had landed against the windshield of the black car. The driver was likely dead now with all the bullets Sharon was firing.
"Who are these people?" Wanda exclaimed.
Natasha shrugged. "I don't know. A lot of people want us dead. It's difficult to keep track," she said. "Turn here. We're almost there."
Wanda did, just in time to look back and see that Sharon was on top of another car now and she was using her fists to crack open the windshield. "We need to go back for her!"
Natasha shook her head. "You heard her," she sang. "She'll catch up."
They drove a few more blocks until Natasha told her to pull over by the curb. Their car hood was already spewing smoke, and as soon as she shifted to park, the car made an awful noise, and one of their wheels popped off.
Natasha only hummed, and she pushed open the back door. It fell off its hinges.
"I'm really worried about Sharon," Wanda told her, slipping out of her seat, and shifting anxiously.
Natasha glanced at her watch. "She'll be here soon. I don't like to wait, and she drank all our liquor."
Just then a motorbike pulled over, and Sharon waved. She swung her leg around and straightened her dress.
"Where did this come from?" Wanda asked, falling at the blue bike.
Sharon tilted her head to one side. "I stole it." She ruffled her hair.
Wanda closed her mouth, and Natasha urged them both inside the doors and past the crowd of people in line.
"Let's go. Sharon has curfew, or she'll be in for it when she gets back to Mother Hen," Natasha said.
"Why is it that you always associate everyone as barnyard animals?" Sharon rolled her eyes.
Natasha shrugged a shoulder. "Well, Bucky did work with sheep in Wakanda at one point, and Sam's already a falcon."
Wanda didn't hear much more after that. Past the doors, the music was loud, and the place was dark. She scrunched her nose. It, and all the people inside positively reeked of liquor.
She'd never been to a club before, but she supposed this was what it looked like. It was warm, musky, and people were tripping over themselves. Wanda made a face but followed the two past a sea of the intoxicated.
The night went on fairly… well. It was difficult to describe. Natasha had a lot to drink, and Sharon disappeared a few times. At one point, Wanda saw her on the second level tackling and kicking a man in the face. Wanda could only stare, anxiously awaiting in the event Sharon needed help, but Natasha pulled her by the hand and ordered her to dance.
Wanda didn't know how, so Natasha swayed her hips to show her, and she watched while Wanda tried to mimic every move. Upstairs, more men fell, and Wanda tried, but she couldn't keep the laughter in any longer. She couldn't remember the last time when she laughed so much.
Needless to say, the time off was… fun. In a way. A very strange way.
When they returned to the base and Sharon hotwired them a new car for the drive, Natasha wasn't all there anymore, and Steve stood by the hanger with his arms crossed over his chest and the biggest frown she'd seen.
They helped Natasha to her room, and she fell face first on the bed after kicking off her shoes. Steve still looked upset, but Sharon told him she'd put on his jacket, and he fell silent pretty quickly. They both said goodnight to her, and Wanda silently slipped into her own bedroom.
She sat on the bed and blinked a few times before bringing out her laptop. She tapped on the keyboard.
W: Are you still awake?
V: I don't sleep, Wanda. How was your night?
Wanda grinned to herself. All-in-all, it was eventful and she learned a lot. Natasha laughed on the way back when she said she couldn't wait for her turn the next time. Sharon was actually grateful, and she gave Wanda a pat on the shoulder and welcomed her into their schedule.
W: My night was very pleasant. How was yours?
V: It was pleasant as well. I'm happy that you had the opportunity to bond with Miss Sharon and Miss Natasha.
W: Me too. They have strange customs, but I think I'm starting to understand them better.
V: You know that I am always here to help.
Wanda paused, her index finger on her lip.
W: There is a question I want to ask.
V: By all means.
W: What would be the reason one wears a jacket to bed at night?
V: Perhaps it is because they are cold? It is December after all.
Wanda nodded to herself, smiling.
W: Of course. Of course. Why didn't I think of that? Thanks, Vis.
V: Anytime, Wanda.