What’s His Number?
a Steve Rogers fan fiction
Nat walks in on Girls Night at the Tower with Charlie, Pepper, Jane, Darcy and Maria
Warning: Language, Adult Situations, Discussions of sex, Drinking, Anxiety
Word Count: 1643
Author’s Note: I’m not exactly sure what Wanda’s super power is? I know she can move things with telekinesis and has the power to make people see things? I’m extending this belief as my personal head cannon that she can read thoughts and sometimes see images in the minds of others as well…
Nat enters the common room of the Tower and wishes quickly she could make a hasty retreat, but she’s already been spotted. “Nat’s here!” Jane giggles loudly. “WHOOOO! Party!” a chorus of female voices shout.
She smiles and shakes her head, grabbing a bottle of chilled vodka from the wine fridge before sitting in a chair on the outer edge of the circle of women collected in the room. “What kinda hen party is this?” she asks with a grin. Damn Steve for making me play nice, she thinks to herself.
“We’re just killing time till the cocks get back,” Jane announces with flourish, high-fiving Darcy, who is rested near her feet on the floor.
“What?” Nat asks Charlie, curled up on the end of the couch closest to her.
Charlie takes the bowl of popcorn as Wanda passes it to her, “Somebody in Rhodey’s department is getting married. The boys are all at a bachelor party, so we’re having a little fun of our own,” she answers in a stage whisper, slightly tipsy.
“Speaking of cocks, the good part is getting ready to come on,” Pepper laughs, pointing at the large screen.
Nat is a little taken aback by Pepper’s youthful appearance with her hair loose and no make-up, wearing one of Tony’s Guns N Roses t-shirts and sweats. Seeing the straight-forward business woman so relaxed causes Nat to take a deep breath and settle in. If Pepper can do this, I can do it too, she thinks to herself. She takes a long pull straight from the bottle, feeling the sting of the icy cold liquid as it goes down.
All the women turn their attention to the TV, shushing one another, giggling as they try to cover Wanda’s eyes. “You’re too young for this!” Jane shouts.
“What are we watching?” Nat asks to no one in particular, but no one answers her.
“I’ve seen the movie before,” Wanda laughs, pushing everyone’s hands away from her with her mystical powers.
“No fair!” Pepper laughs, throwing popcorn at the young girl.
“That tingles,” Darcy giggles. “Do it again!” Wanda gently kicks her in the back of the head and Darcy dissolves into a fit of laughter.
“Shhh…. It’s the best part,” Pepper admonishes the women. Nat smiles at Pepper’s youthful actions and turns her attention to the TV, wondering what is so damn important.
The women all are transfixed by the image on the screen, the handsome actor slowly stripping and tossing around a basketball. “Damn, I need to learn to play basketball,” Jane giggles with a sigh.
Nat whistles out, “Holy fuck!” and the girls giggle at her response.
“Is it just me, or does that actor look a lot like Steve?” Maria asks, biting the tip of her manicured nail, her sinful thoughts openly displayed on her face.
The women turn to look at Charlie and she shrugs her shoulders. “Ah, Steve’s better looking,” she laughs, biting her lip and hiding her blush behind a pillow.
“Ooooww!” Darcy cat calls loudly, her voice echoing through the large cavernous room. “Hell yea, he is! I shoulda hit that when I had the chance.”
“Darcy!” Jane shouts as Pepper hits the young woman with a pillow, “You can’t say shit like that out loud.”
Wanda laughs, “Why not? Every woman in this room was thinking it.”
“Hey, again, not fair! You can’t use your gifts against us,” Pepper joins in the laughter.
Wanda tosses her hair back and says lightly, “Well, it’s not like I want to be in your minds, but everyone practically screamed it at me.” She giggles and slightly blushes, shaking her head to try to wipe away the images her friends inadvertently sent her.
“Oh, God. I don’t want to be here for this,” Nat says, getting up to leave. Wanda catches her eye with a sly grin and Natasha uses every ounce of her spy training to close her thoughts from releasing more images to the young girl. What Wanda has already seen from her mind is probably enough to scar the girl for life.
“No, stay. You can’t leave me here,” Charlie says, grabbing the red-head’s arm. “They’re about to turn vicious and you’re the one I trust to back me up.”
Nat is stunned by the contact and Charlie’s words. Her first instinct is to jerk her arm away but she takes a deep breath and instead gently pats the top of Charlie’s hand. “What do you mean, ‘vicious?’”
Charlie motions for her to sit back down and Nat complies, reluctantly.
“I’m new, fresh meat. Now’s the time in the ‘hen party’ as you called it when they’re going to pounce and ask me all kinds of questions I don’t want to answer. That’s what girls do,” Charlie explains. She smiles warmly at Nat, knowing Steve wants her to draw the woman into their superhero sisterhood.
Nat closes her eyes and opens them slowly. “Why the hell would you do that to one another?”
While Jane pauses the movie, also aware of what Charlie is doing, Darcy pats the table top and motions for Nat to rest her feet there, “Just don’t knock over my beer,” she advises. “Cause that’s how we learn things about ourselves, one another, and secrets about our men.”
“You just don’t tell everything,” adds Pepper.
“Yea, please don’t,” Nat groans. “I don’t need to know about Tony in the way I think you all are implying.”
Charlie laughs, “Apparently we can’t think it either, cause Wanda knows more than she’s letting on. Isn’t that right, babe?”
Wanda covers her face in a blush. “I really don’t mean to be intrusive. It’s all coming at me so fast, unless I see a thought, I don’t know who thinks what, if that makes anyone feel better.”
“It doesn’t,” Nat laughs. “It’s creepy as shit.”
“Oh my God! It’s perfect! Wanda! You can be like the bullshit detector and call out the liars,” Darcy claps her hands gleefully.
“NO!” the women shout.
Darcy huffs. “Fine, whatever, but that was gonna be an awesome game of Never Have I Ever…. So. Charlie. Steve? He’s got more game than we think, doesn’t he? He’s not all ‘yes ma’am,’ ‘whatever you say, ma’am,’ am I right? I studied my 1940s war history. I know some of the guys have bets he’s still a virgin, but he’s not, is he?”
Charlie tries to hold back her giggles. “Wait a minute! You’re gonna jump over the easy questions and go straight for the kill?”
“Yes!” Jane, Darcy and Maria reply in unison.
With a gleam in her eye, Maria adds, “You forget. Some of us are trained assassins.”
Laughing, Charlie takes a nervous sip of her wine, swirling the crimson liquid around in the glass.
“Come on, give us something,” Pepper pleads. “He’s so damn good looking, but in all the time I’ve known him, he’s never brought a girlfriend home.”
“Well, Mom,” Charlie looks pointedly at Pepper, “I think it’s pretty safe to say you just never knew.”
“He’s brought women here before, Pepper,” Nat confirms quietly.
Pepper cocks her eyebrow at Nat, the question left unspoken.
“Or he’s left here with them,” adds Maria, quickly looking away from the group, back to the TV.
“Shit. No way,” says Darcy. “How did I miss my chance?”
Charlie taps Darcy on the shoulder. “It’s ok, hun.” She smiles at the younger woman. She tilts her head to the side, taking in Natasha and Maria, both women having just confirmed answers to questions Steve has been avoiding. “Some friendships can survive the sex if it doesn’t work out and some are just too important to mess up by adding in sex.”
Darcy blushes. “Damn. You’re just saying that to make me feel better, but thanks. Ok, so we have confirmation Steve isn’t like a hundred-year-old virgin? What’s his number?”
“Dammit, Darcy! Cut it out!” Jane scolds her co-worker and friend.
“What?! We’re all friends. We should be able to share personal shit and not be embarrassed.”
Nat chokes on her drink, straight from the bottle. “Fuck, no. I still don’t wanna know about Tony in the bedroom.”
The group laughs. Jane sighs deeply, willing to take the jump, feeling she and Charlie are in somewhat similar situations. “Charlie?” she inquires, her tone soothing. “He’s not your average mortal man. I can sympathize with that. Ah… us girls have noticed you sometimes have bruises. Is, um, everything okay?”
Charlie’s eyes widen. “Oh, my God! You know Steve would never hurt me, right? I mean, you said it yourself, he’s not your average man. So, yea. No. It’s all good,” she chuckles, blushing but needing to set things straight. “It’s not like-” she sighs deeply, embarrassed, and shakes her head. “Steve is always very gentle and considerate. It’s not like we mean to be rough, it just kinda happens that way.”
Nat sees Steve’s girl struggling with her answers, wanting everyone to know she’s okay, but not wanting to betray Steve or their relationship in any way. She feels oddly protective of the woman Steve has claimed as his. Acting on instinct, her quick thinking exclaims, “Oh, shit! I think I’ve seen this movie. Isn’t the guy’s bare ass in the next scene? Cause, uh, I’d rather see that than hear about Steve. That’s almost creepier than hearing about Tony.”
Cluing in to Nat’s dismissive tone, Darcy laughs, “Ok. Fine. What do you guys think about Clint? They’ve got lots of kids. His aim must never miss.”
The girls boo and hiss at her joke and Jane turns the movie back on. Nat watches the easy camaraderie of the women and she feels Charlie’s eyes on her. She turns to the dark haired woman, who whispers ‘thank you’ before turning her attention back to the attractive actor, who happens to look a lot like Steve.
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