𝐘/𝐍'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

The restaurant was alive with the kind of vibrant energy that only this group could generate. The Marvel cast wasn't just loud—they were a force of nature.

I'd spent enough time with them this weekend to know that any dinner involving this crew was less about food and more about chaos.

Chris draped an arm around my shoulders as we entered the private dining room, guiding me toward the table like I might wander off otherwise.

"Alright, Evans 2.0," he said, smirking. "Don't embarrass me tonight."

"Embarrass you?" I shot back. "You're the one who can't eat a taco without dropping half of it on your shirt."

"I've seen it happen," Scarlett chimed in from behind us, her voice laced with amusement.

"Traitor," Chris muttered, earning a laugh from both of us.

The table was already buzzing when we arrived. Anthony was mid-story, Florence was laughing so hard she was clutching her side, and Hemsworth was reenacting something with exaggerated flair.

The moment I sat down between Chris and Scarlett, Mackie pointed at me.

"Y/n's here! Now it's a party."

"Wasn't it already a party?" I teased, reaching for a piece of bread.

"It's different when you're here," he said, leaning back with a grin. "You bring balance to the chaos."

"Or fuel," Lizzie said from across the table, raising an eyebrow. "Don't let her fool you. She's got Chris's smart mouth."

"Better than his appetite," I quipped, earning a round of laughter.

Scarlett nudged me gently with her elbow. "You've been holding your own all weekend, but I think tonight's the real test."

"Why? Because I'm sitting next to you?" I teased, smirking at her.

She smirked right back. "Because I'm going to win every argument tonight, and you'll have to admit it."

Chris groaned dramatically. "Why does everyone think they can gang up on me? Y/n, you're supposed to be on my side."

"I'm a free agent," I said, shrugging. "Whoever makes me laugh the hardest wins."

"Game on," Scarlett said, her eyes glinting with mischief.

. . .

The dinner quickly descended into the kind of chaos that only this group could create. Plates of appetizers were passed around, drinks were poured, and the banter flew fast and loose.

"Remember that time on set when Hemsworth tripped over the fake hammer?" Sebastian said, smirking.

"That never happened," Hemsworth said quickly, sitting up straighter.

"Oh, it happened," Mackie said, leaning forward. "He landed flat on his ass."

Scarlett leaned closer to me, her voice low. "You'd think with all those muscles, he'd be more coordinated."

I laughed, covering my mouth to keep from snorting. "Maybe it's just for show."

"Careful, Y/n," Hemsworth called from across the table, his tone mock-threatening. "You're on thin ice."

"Thin ice?" I said, raising an eyebrow. "I thought you'd be used to that with all the Asgardian drama."

The table erupted into laughter, and even Hemsworth couldn't help but chuckle. "Alright, you've got me there."

Scarlett's laugh was soft and warm beside me, and I couldn't help but glance at her. She caught my eye, her smile lingering as her fingers brushed mine briefly while she reached for her drink.

"You're trouble," she murmured, just loud enough for me to hear.

"Takes one to know one," I replied, my voice teasing.

Across the table, Robert was recounting an over-the-top story from his Iron Man days, complete with wild hand gestures and an exaggerated Tony Stark voice.

The whole group was in stitches by the time he finished, and I couldn't stop the tears of laughter streaming down my face.

Chris leaned over, smirking. "Having fun?"

"This might be the most entertaining dinner I've ever been to," I admitted.

"That's because you're sitting next to me," Scarlett said, her tone light but pointed.

"Clearly," I said, grinning at her. "You're the main event."

"Damn right," she replied, lifting her glass in a mock toast.

Florence and Lizzie, seated a few spots away, exchanged a glance, their smiles a little too knowing.

"You two are awfully cozy," Lizzie said, her tone teasing.

"Jealous?" Scarlett asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Not at all," Lizzie replied, grinning. "It's just fun watching you flirt."

Scarlett didn't miss a beat. "Flirting? I'm just being charming."

"Sure you are," Florence said, smirking. "And Y/n's just here for the food."

I rolled my eyes, but my cheeks were warm. "Can we go back to making fun of Chris? That's more fun."

"Hey!" Chris said, glaring at me. "You're supposed to be on my side."

"Never," I said, laughing.

The dinner stretched late into the evening, the energy never wavering. Scarlett and I continued our playful back-and-forth, her hand brushing mine more than once as we reached for shared plates or adjusted our glasses.

Each touch felt deliberate, like a secret conversation no one else could hear.

By the time dessert arrived, I realized I hadn't stopped smiling all night. Scarlett caught my eye as the group burst into laughter again, her own smile softening as she leaned closer.

"Still having fun?" she asked, her voice low.

"More than I thought I would," I admitted.

"Good," she said, her fingers brushing mine again under the table. "Because I'm not letting you leave until you admit I'm the reason why."

"Bold of you to assume," I teased, my heart racing.

Her laugh was quiet but full of warmth, and for the first time in a long time, I felt completely at ease.

And maybe, just maybe, I didn't mind letting her be the reason.

.  .  .

Walking back to Scarlett's hotel, I couldn't shake the growing tension between us. It wasn't the uncomfortable kind, but the kind that lingered in the air, thick and charged.

The dinner had been a whirlwind of laughter and teasing, but now, as the streets grew quieter and the lights softer, the banter between us shifted into something more personal.

Scarlett's steps fell in sync with mine, her arm occasionally brushing against my own.

"So," she said, breaking the silence, "how does it feel to have the Marvel cast officially adopt you?"

"Exhausting," I teased, grinning when she nudged me with her elbow.

"Hey, I resent that," she said, mock offense coloring her tone. "We're delightful."

"Is that what you call it?" I asked, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

She gasped dramatically, placing a hand over her heart. "I'll have you know, I'm the most delightful person in that entire group."

"That's debatable," I said, smirking. "Florence might give you a run for your money."

Scarlett narrowed her eyes at me, her lips twitching as if she were trying to suppress a smile. "You're lucky you're cute, or I might actually be offended."

"Cute, huh?" I said, raising an eyebrow. "Coming from you, that's high praise."

She laughed softly, her gaze flickering to me. "Oh, you have no idea."

𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

The soft click of the hotel door closing behind us sent a ripple of anticipation through my chest. The hallway's hushed ambiance seemed miles away now, leaving only the gentle hum of the city outside and the weight of Y/n's presence filling the room.

She turned to look at me, her expression a mix of curiosity and something deeper, something that made my heart skip a beat.

"Thanks for walking me back," I said, trying to sound casual despite the unmistakable tension lingering between us.

"It's no problem," she replied, her voice low, almost intimate. "You're not exactly the safest person to leave unattended."

I laughed, shaking my head. "I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself."

"Oh, I know," she said, stepping closer. Her eyes sparkled with that signature blend of mischief and warmth, the kind that made me feel both grounded and completely unsteady. "But sometimes it's nice to have backup."

"Backup," I repeated, the word rolling off my tongue like a challenge. "Is that what you are now?"

"Maybe," she teased, her lips curling into a soft smile. "Depends on how much trouble you plan on getting into tonight."

I arched an eyebrow, stepping closer until there was barely any space between us. "And what if I told you I thrive on trouble?"

She chuckled, the sound deep and rich, and it sent a shiver down my spine. "Then I guess I'll have to keep an eye on you."

"You're awfully dedicated," I said, my voice softening as I tilted my head to meet her gaze fully.

"I'm thorough," she replied, her hand brushing against mine as if by accident. But it wasn't—I could feel the deliberate care in her touch, the way her fingers lingered just enough to send my pulse racing.

She smiled, but there was something cautious in her eyes. "You've been laying it on thick tonight, Johansson."

"Have I?" I asked, tilting my head.

"Don't act like you don't know," she said, her lips twitching into a smirk.

I leaned back, swirling the wine in my glass. "Maybe I just enjoy making you blush."

She laughed, the sound low and warm. "You're insufferable."

"And yet, you still walked me back," I echoed her words from earlier, my smile widening when she rolled her eyes.

The teasing faded into a comfortable silence, the weight of the moment settling over us like a blanket. I turned to her, my gaze softening.

"I'm glad you came tonight," I said quietly.

"Me too," she admitted, her fingers brushing against the stem of her glass. "It's been... nice. Being around you again."

Her words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken meaning. I set my glass down, turning to face her fully.

"Y/n," I began, my voice faltering slightly. "I know I've said this before, but I need you to know how sorry I am. For everything."

She looked at me, her expression guarded but not unkind. "I know, Scarlett. And I believe you. But that doesn't make it easy."

"I don't expect it to," I said quickly. "I just... I want to make things right. And I know I can't erase the past, but I want to be better for you. If you'll let me."

Her gaze softened, and she set her glass down beside mine. "It's not that simple."

"I know," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "But I'm willing to do whatever it takes. You mean too much to me to mess this up again."

The vulnerability in my words seemed to break something in her, and she let out a shaky breath, her hand coming to rest on the couch between us.

"Why now?" she asked, her voice tinged with both curiosity and pain. "Why couldn't you figure this out before?"

"Because I was scared," I admitted, my throat tightening. "Of how much I felt for you. Of what it meant. But I'm not scared anymore."

Her eyes searched mine, and for a moment, neither of us moved. The air between us was electric, charged with everything we weren't saying.

The air between us shifted, heavy with unspoken possibilities. Her gaze dipped to my lips for a fraction of a second, and I felt my breath hitch. There was a weight to the silence, a pull that neither of us seemed willing to break.

"Scarlett," she said softly, her voice carrying a hint of hesitation, as though she was testing the waters. "Can I?"

I didn't need her to finish the question. Instead, I leaned forward, closing the distance between us as our lips met in a slow, tentative kiss. It was gentle at first, as if we were both afraid of breaking the fragile moment.

But then her hands found my waist, and mine slid up to her shoulders, pulling her closer. The kiss deepened, growing more urgent with each passing second.

Her fingers tightened slightly, her grip firm but tender as she guided me back toward the edge of the couch.

The backs of my knees hit the cushions, and I let out a soft gasp against her lips. She pulled back just enough to study my face, her eyes searching mine as if looking for permission to continue.

"Are you okay?" she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

"More than okay," I replied, my hands slipping to rest on her chest, feeling the steady rhythm of her heartbeat beneath my fingertips.

A smile flickered across her lips before she leaned in again, capturing my mouth in another searing kiss.

Her hands moved to my lower back, pulling me flush against her as she tilted her head to deepen the angle. The heat between us was electric, a slow-burning fire that threatened to consume us both.

My fingers found their way to the hem of her shirt, hesitating for a moment before slipping beneath the fabric. Her skin was warm against my palms, and the soft sound she made in response sent a jolt of desire through me.

"Scarlett," she breathed, her voice low and laced with emotion. "You're going to be the death of me."

I smiled against her lips, my hands exploring the curve of her back. "Good thing I'm worth it."

Her laughter was soft, but it quickly gave way to another kiss, this one slower, more deliberate.

Her hands slid up my sides, brushing against the thin straps of my top before settling on my waist again. There was an intensity in her touch, a reverence that made my chest ache in the best way.

She pulled back slightly, her forehead resting against mine as we caught our breath. Her hands remained on my hips, her thumbs drawing slow, deliberate circles against my skin.

"You're so beautiful," she said softly, her voice thick with emotion. "I don't think I've ever told you that enough."

My cheeks flushed, but I didn't look away. Instead, I reached up to cup her face, my thumbs brushing against her jawline. "You're not so bad yourself, you know."

She grinned, leaning into my touch. "I'll take that as a compliment."

"You should," I teased, my voice light despite the rapid thrum of my heartbeat.

Her hands slid lower, resting just above the waistband of my jeans as she leaned in to kiss me again.

This time, the kiss was deeper, hungrier, and I couldn't stop the soft moan that escaped my lips. Her grip tightened slightly, and I felt her smirk against my mouth.

"You're really something," she murmured, her lips brushing against mine as she spoke.

"Is that a good thing?" I asked, my voice breathless.

"It's the best thing," she replied, her hands slipping beneath my top to rest against my bare skin.

I shivered under her touch, my hands moving to the buttons of her shirt. But before I could make another move, she lifted me effortlessly, her strength catching me off guard as she carried me toward the bed.

I wrapped my arms around her neck, burying my face in the crook of her shoulder as a soft laugh escaped me.

"Impressive," I said, my voice muffled against her skin.

"Told you I'd keep an eye on you," she replied, her tone teasing but laced with sincerity.

When she set me down on the edge of the bed, she lingered for a moment, her hands resting on either side of my thighs. Her eyes searched mine, the vulnerability in her gaze making my chest tighten.

"Scarlett," she said softly, her fingers brushing against my cheek. "Tell me if this is too much."

"It's not," I whispered, my hands slipping to rest on her waist. "I'm right where I want to be."

Her smile was soft, almost shy, as she leaned in to kiss me again.

Her hands slid up my sides, pushing my shirt higher as the kiss deepened. I shivered under her touch, my own fingers slipping beneath the fabric of her shirt to feel the warmth of her skin.

The world outside faded into nothingness as we lost ourselves in each other, the tension between us finally giving way to something neither of us could deny.

We both quickly undressed, Y/n and I leaving no room between us as we reattached our lips.

I ran my hand through her hair as she hovered over me, her lips on my neck as I let a moan slip. I could feel her hard boner before she pulled back and went down.

Without warning, her tongue swirled around my folds before she began sucking on my clit. My fists balled as I grabbed ahold of the sheets. "Mmm yes baby" I moaned out as she continued working her magic, eating me out. I didn't want her to stop.

My body began to shake as she continued, her hand reaching up, squeezing my boob as my lip tucked between my teeth.

She finished as she came back up, immediately kissing me. I pulled her into me and I could feel her dick against my folds.

I was eager and I wanted to feel her inside of me right now. I didn't want to wait any longer.

"Babe..." I whimpered. She smirked at me, she knew exactly what I wanted. She backed away, staring at me with her lust filled eyes. She began to lightly tao the tip of her dick against my warm and throbbing center. "Mmm stop teasing me," I whimpered.

"What do you want me to do, Scar?" she whispered as she looked me in the eyes. Her voice was deep, it turned me on even more. "I want you to fuck me." I barely stammered out.

She rubbed her tip against my folds before slowly sliding in. She rocked her hips, filling up every inch of me. I let out a shaky moan as she continued her motions.

The sounds of our bodies slapping together became louder as she picked up her pace. I came on her shaft for probably the second time at this point.

Her thrusts were sending me into another universe. Each movement making me moan louder as her low groans also filled the space.

She bit her lip as she continued thrusting into me. She had me turn around as she arched my back, giving my ass a slap as she thrusted into me again.

"Faster," I moaned out and she picked up her pace. I could tell she was close because her hand now gripped me tighter. "Shit, Scarrr" she groaned as her pace continued.

She was getting closer as she continued. I was getting close again and I began to moan uncontrollably as I let loose on her again as she continued her pace, making my body shake.

"Shit" she groaned before quickly pulling out and letting loose in my mouth. "Ah fuck, holy shit," she moaned as she tapped her dick against my tongue.

We both were out of breath, collapsing onto the bed, our legs sprawled out and tangled together.