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Once we'd made it to her room, Wanda had effectively shoo'ed her brother. She seemed to be the only one capable of handling him and all his quirks, which definitely was impressive.
She'd waved me toward her bed, and I'd taken a seat obediently, watching as she went through a considerably large closet. She'd asked me several different questions as I sat there, everything from "You wear dresses?" to "Do you like black?" to "How about tights? Do you have boots? What shoe size are you?"
After we'd established that I was already wearing boots, yes tights and dresses were acceptable, and I really didn't mind black, she was ushering me into her closet and pushing a half-leather black dress into my arms. Thankfully, she stayed in the room, and shut me into the closet, giving me the necessary privacy to change.
The dress didn't look that bad (that is, while I was holding it) but it did seem like it would be too big. Instead of arguing about that, I changed, (in the process recognizing the biggest problem was the lack of, ah, chest I had to hold up said dress) before looking around the closet curiously. It only took me a few extra seconds to find a belt, and probably a minute to figure out how to make the belt look like it belonged with the dress.
Either way, by the time I emerged I was at least comfortable, and from the broad grin Wanda gave me, apparently I looked fine. "Wow," she laughed, gesturing that I spin around.
I did so, a small smile tugging at my lips. "Is wow good?"
"Wow's great," she laughed, crossing her arms over her chest. "I am sorry if it's a bit big, though it appears you have figured out how to solve that issue."
It was my turn to laugh then. "Thanks, Wanda. I really appreciate this."
She waved a hand dismissively, smiling all the while. "It is no problem, Megan. Perhaps while we are out today, we can find you some clothes that actually fit."
"That'd be nice," I mused in agreement.
Wanda nodded. "For now, though, I suppose we should leave. The captain and the others are all waiting in the lobby," she explained, heading out of her room.
I followed after her. "It's good I have you, then, 'cause this Tower's still a maze to me."
She chuckled. "You will figure it out soon enough, I am confident."
"That makes one of us."
Her laughter helped me further relax. Wanda seemed . . . entirely amiable. It was nice, especially since she was the only other female of the Avengers that I had met so far. It was especially nice because she was around my age; I hadn't had a lady friend around my age in . . . I wasn't even sure how long.
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[ Third Person POV ]
Between Bucky's grumbling at having to wear a jacket in such nice weather, and Sam's constant giddiness at the fact that he was finally getting to get out of the Tower, Steve was wondering why in the world he had agreed to this outing. At the moment, the only one who wasn't annoying him was Pietro- which made zero sense.
When he looked to the speedster, he was standing beside Bucky, one leg jiggling up and down, arms crossed tight over his chest, blue eyes darting from the elevator to his companions. At first, Steve thought maybe he was just impatient about waiting on his sister.
Then he remembered Wanda wasn't the only female in their current grouping.
Apparently, Bucky was having similar thoughts. He elbowed Pietro, brows arched. "What'cha thinking 'bout, speedy?"
Pietro grunted, shooting Bucky an irritable look. "Nothing of interest to you."
"Oh, I beg to disagree," Bucky smirked. "Anything that can get you to shut up and not bounce around like the Energizer Bunny on an adrenaline high is of interest to me."
Pietro scowled at that. "Fine, then it is none of your business. Better?"
"Now I'm interested," Sam said. "Is this about Meg?"
Steve was suppressing a smile now. Pietro having a crush - there's something no one was expecting.
"Maybe," Pietro mumbled, shifting his weight, and thus the leg that moved. He was moving faster now; it was hard not to notice. "She is . . ." he trailed off, seeming at a loss for words.
"Bad ass?" Sam offered, a coy smirk on his lips. He winked at Steve, who was now shaking his head in suppressed amusement. "Adorable. Was adorable the word? She's a pretty cute little munchkin."
'Munchkin,' seemed to throw Pietro off, and his face morphed to confusion at it.
"Look, forget the weird English," Sam said quickly, "was adorable the word?"
"I dunno, the first word I would use is feisty. Or sassy," Bucky said. "But then again, I'm not hardcore crushing on her."
"I am not . . . I am not crushing her." Pietro was irritated now, and shot both men a look. "You are both being annoying."
"Something Maximoff and I can finally agree on," Steve said, interrupting all of them. "I suggest you both shut up, though. The fairer members of our party are headed this way," he said, nodding toward Wanda and Megan as they both made their way off the elevator.
It only took one glance at Pietro on his part to confirm that yes, what he, Sam, and Buck guessed was correct; the speedster was head-over-heels. His eyes widened when he caught sight of Megan in the black leather dress, and his mouth actually opened for a split second before he clamped it shut.
Steve grinned slightly at that, and nodded at Wanda. "You ladies set to go?"
"Of course, Captain," Wanda smiled at him.
"I'm going with yes just because Sam looks like he's going to run out the door," Megan volunteered, a smirk on her lips.
"Sam takes offense at that," Sam Wilson said, "but then again, you're not entirely wrong."
Steve nodded at all of them. "Then let's go."
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[ Megan's Point of View ]
At first, I was with Wanda, following after the men. Except then she was called forward by Bucky, and within a few more seconds Pietro had dropped back with me.
"I'm surprised you're slowing down for me," I commented, no sooner had he fallen into step with me.
"I'm full of surprises," was his immediate retort, a small smile on his lips.
It was cute, I decided the way one side of his mouth curved up a little more than the other. The way his eyes shone like he was about to cause unknown mischief.
Before I could make some other snarky comment (and I very well would have), he spoke again. "You, um, you look very nice."
I laughed lightly at that, looking up at him and smiling. "Thanks, Pietro."
"The dress, it is adorable," he said conclusively.
Though I could feel a blush tinging my cheek, my smile was more amused than embarrassed. "Again, thank you. You know, flattery will get you everywhere."
He laughed at that, running a hand through is hair. "And here I was under the impression that my running did that for me."
I laughed along with him. "I mean, you know, you're not wrong. It's actually pretty impressive."
His brows rose. "I impress you?"
"Hey, don't go getting your ego all inflated now," I chided teasingly, bumping his shoulder with my own (to the best of my ability, anyway).
"Oh, it is far too late for that. Wanda says I am very cocky."
"Wanda's not wrong," Bucky called over his shoulder, before shooting me a look. "Pietro's got an ego the size of Russia."
"That's an insult to Russia," Wanda commented, winking at her brother, who rolled his eyes and brushed them off quickly.
"Ignore them," he said with a smirk. "I am not so bad as that."
"Only somewhat?" I teased.
He gave a reluctant shrug, the small smile on his lips never fading. "Maybe a little." He changed the conversation quickly, "So where is it you were wanting to go?"
"Oh, I have no idea," I said quickly. "I, um- I've never been to New York City."
"No? I hadn't before the Avengers," he admitted. His voice lowered, "The toy store is great. I snuck out and found it- it is huge. There's a floor piano."
I smiled widely at Pietro's little secret. "Floor piano, huh? Sounds cool."
He nodded solemnly, before winking at me. "Maybe we can go sometime?"
Did he just ask me on a date? I was almost ninety percent positive my face had just turned red at the thought. "I, um-I-yeah- would like that . . ."
Before our conversation could continue, Wanda suddenly was beside me, sweeping one of my arms in her own and pulling me toward a nearby shop, "Sorry, brother, but Megan and I have shopping to do. We will catch up with you at the burger place."
"Keep your phone on you," I heard Steve call, before I was whisked into a store full of more clothes than I could conjure up, with only Wanda as my guide.