ATTIRES

(I made this, and I thought why not share this with you all?
VERA'S MOOD BOARD)

    "I'VE BEEN thinking about what Ross said. About me not actually being Bucky's. Why is that?"

"I don't really know, Vera. Him as the biological father should take full custody." Vision says, curiosity in his voice.

"We'll look into it. If he isn't your guardian, he'll become it in under an hour." Tony promises, going on to his phone.

An hour passes, and like he promised, Tony rushes into the room with exciting information.

    "Ladies and gentlemen, I have done it once again. Thank me now and sign here," Tony says excitedly while handing Bucky a tablet with a pen.

    Bucky reads over the papers before signing.

    "You are officially adopted, by the father you are biologically related to, and have already been living with. This calls for a party!" Tony ends in a shout.

    "Why a party?" I question, not being used to those, or even been to one.

    "We don't question why he throws them. Someone could've eaten cereal and he throws a party for it, hence why we don't question it." Natasha explains.

    "Noted," I input.

    Tony starts to ramble on and on about the party he is going to throw.

Hours later, the three of us girls are in Natasha's room. We are deciding on what to wear.

    "So is this like a formal party or is it a casual thing?" Wanda questions as she claims a spot on the bed.

    "I was thinking maybe like a casual outfit. But, make it a smoking hot outfit." I put in.

    Natasha points at me, "perfect!" I smile at my accomplishment. "We'll pick my outfit, then move to Wanda's room since it's closer, then we'll go to Vera's."

    At that Wanda jumps up and pushed Nat away from her closet opening.

    "Let the master through."

    "What? I so have better taste."

"As if!"

"Girls, step aside and let the real master through," I skip past them two and into the closet.

They both stare at me in shock. They then look at each other, agreeing on one thing.

    Before I know it, I'm on the floor, being tickled. I laugh obnoxiously loud.

    "S- Stop! I- I can't b- breathe! Hahaha!"

    "You shall not be the master! Say it!" They scream in my face.

    "N- Never!"

    They tickle me harder, me wincing at the slight pain. I don't know why I haven't fought back. I can easily get them off, but this moment of bonding not making me want to.

    "F- Fine! I am not the master of outfits!" I giggle out.

    Finally, they stop tickling me, letting me breathe. They laugh at my panting form.

Wanda stands back up to walk in Natasha's closet. She comes back out moments later with two hangers, one in each hand.

"I think we can all go leather. Leather jackets, us ladies love our leather." Wanda says hinting to our uniforms for battle.

"Good idea! Oh and I like the maroon shirt better," Natasha points her finger to the hanger in Wanda's right hand.

"Alright, maybe some black skinny jeans to go with that." I put in my two cents of the conversation.

"Oh my god, yes!"

After we get Nat's outfit down we head into Wanda's room, me picking her outfit.

"Okay, what about this." I show them my idea, with the clothing.

In my hands I have a large, red, leather trench coat. Accompanying that are knee-high leather boot, black tucked in tank top, and black jeans.

"Can I be in love with a trench coat? Ohh, and I can put my hair in a high ponytail."

    "What can I say, I'm good."

    "But what are we going to dress you in?" When Nat asks that, they both take off to my room, acting like two children picking out an ice cream at a sweet shop.

    "Guys! Hold up! Slow down! Why are we running like our lives are at stake?"

     Running down the hall, I see my father standing outside his room. I stop to talk to him real quick.

     "Hey, dad! Those girls are crazy, might I tell you. Also I'm surprisingly okay at picking out clothes," I rush out.

     "That's good, I guess. But, shouldn't you be with the girls?" Bucky points down the hall, where they are no where to be seen.

    "Shoot! Sorry dad, I gotta go!" I shout while running down the hall. Without thinking I also shout, "love you!"

    He doesn't have a chance to respond as I enter my room, slamming the door shut.

    The girls are smiling like cheshire cat, holding my attire for tonight up in the air for me to see.

    My black leather jacket dangling in the air, the clasps and buckles clicking together when they meet. A black, strapless, tube top that I just know will show a little skin hangs from the magic Wanda is using, holding it there. Natasha holds light- colored, ripped jeans.

    "Nice guys," I compliment.

    "Nice? It's hot. We're hot. Now go change." Wanda pushes the clothes in my arms.

I walk into the bathroom and get dressed into the ensemble. I turn on the curling iron. I'm going to do thick curls, Wanda the ponytail, and Nat braiding hers to the side.

"I can do it for you?" Natasha suggests.

"Thank you," I say. I have no idea how to curl hair. It should be easy right, not that difficult? Wrong.

"Are you excited? Your first party," Natasha hyped up.

"Yeah. There's no reason to be nervous, right? I mean just a lot of people around, most I don't know." I stress a little, not liking the idea.

"If it becomes to much just tell someone from the team, if that's too nerve racking then come to me. We'll spend the rest of the night in here or my room," she supports.

"I like the sound of that," I conclude. I wait a moment before telling Nat, "I told my dad I love him. We've never said it to each other. We weren't allowed to back in HYDRA, and we haven't really had a one on one since we've been together."

"Well do you, do you love him?"

"That's easy to answer, yes of course. He's my father! I just- we've never said 'I love you' to each other before," I pause in thought. "What if he doesn't love me back?" I fret.

"Don't think that for a second longer. He is your father, and he loves you with all of his heart. He might not show it, but he does. Just give him time," she advises.

"You give good talks, you know that? You'd make a good mom," I say honestly, not truly thinking over the words coming out of my mouth.

She freezes completely. "I'm sorry if I said something wrong. I didn't mean to," I whisper.

"It's alright. I just," she pauses dejectedly, "can't have kids of mine own." She states sadly.

"Oh."

"On another note, some important people to us are coming over tonight. It's Clint's last night here. He's gone in the morning."

"Really? Who's coming?"

"Thor, Bruce, Pepper, Maria, Peter, and Scott. Or Thor the god, Bruce the Hulk, Pepper Tony's girlfriend, Agent Maria Hill, Peter the Spider-Man, and Scott the Ant-Man."

"I've heard of some of those people. Not many. My question is why are there two insects on your team."

    She just shrugs, carrying on with our conversation. "You're going to love them, some are big teddy bears."

"When do they get here?"

"They get here 30 minutes before the party starts. The party starts at eight," she informs.

"Cool. Are you guys ready?" I question, not wanting to be in the way of something they need.

"We are. Wanda went downstairs to join everyone in setting up. You as the special lady tonight, doesn't have to. I'm helping you so I'm okay too."

She finishes my hair ten minutes later. As soon as Nat turns off the curling iron, and sets it down, I turn around and hug her.

She's tense and surprised at first, but she realizes what's happening and hugs me back.

"Thank you for everything," I mumble into her shirt. The top of my head only reaches her shoulder. 'Have I always been this short?'

"You're welcome."

We stay in this position a few moments longer, before she finally pulls away.

"Let's get down there. Our guests should be arriving soon. It's 7:25."

    I smile at her and walk to the party room on another floor.

    The whole living room is decorated with white and silver balloon and streamers.

    A booming voice shocks me out of my trance of looking at the decor.

    "Lady Vera! A pleasure to meet you!" The booming voice matches to the mountain of a man.

    Next thing I know being wrapped in a hug by the burly man. I go to push him off me, but the look my father gives, I know this is okay and normal.

    "Hi," I squeak out.

    This is going to be a long night.

Authors Note: So the next part is just going to be new face claims. Please don't be a silent reader! Vote and comment!
                      - J.S.

11.8.2020
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