chapter fortyfour

                                    

                                          
WANDA POV
                          
Y/n's squeezes my hand as we open our eyes on the street a little way up from the club. 
                          
Emilia twirls down the road giggling, losing her balance and stumbling now and then. Nat chases after her with wobbly legs and Y/n and I start laughing at the pair as we follow them.
                          
"Where you two just appear from, I will never know." Stephen declares from his position at the door as we make our way past the club and Emilia taps her nose with a shrug.
                          
"Magic." Y/n chuckles.
                          
"Well, as long as you're both walking straight! You girls off to Rosie's?"
                          
Emilia gasps and spins to face Y/n, jumping up and down with her hands clasped together.
                          
"Let's go to Rosie's! Please Y/n, please Y/n, please Y/n!" She begs and Y/n, failing to keep a straight face, sighs and begins to laugh at the brunette.
                          
"Okay, okay. We can go to Rosie's."
                          
"Blow them away kiddo!" Stephen calls after us as we continue our journey back down the street and I frown, trying to understand what he means.
                          
"Who's Rosie?" Nat asks, speaking my exact thoughts.
                          
"Long live Queen Rosie!" Y/n and Emilia both chant, making a cross on their chest and bursting into giggles, Nat and I glancing at each other confused.
                          
"Rosie's is a late-night karaoke bar Em and I discovered YEARS ago, when we would roam the streets of London with a fake ID trying to get in anywhere we could. We found Rosie's really late, like half 4 in the morning? I think. 
                          
There were probably only four people in there at that point. We kept going back and we noticed the bar started getting busier. Every time we got up on the stage, everyone would clap and cheer and buy us drinks, which made us go back more. Rosie knew we weren't of age, turns out she'd been giving us shots of water!" Y/n explains as we stroll along the dimly lit street, her and Emilia snickering. 
                          
Her eyes light up as she recalls the memories and I can't help but grin while I watch her.
                          
"When we turned eighteen and started going to Electric, we started telling people to go to Rosie's after and now the place is packed almost every night! 
Same with Electric, it got busy because we told people at the bar that's where we go! 
Rosie and her husband Mike would help me take flyers around and go looking for Y/n when..." Em trails off and I spy Y/n swallow hard and fixate on the pavement. 
                          
I tighten my hand in hers as I realise the end of the sentence. When Hydra took her.
                          
"You're lying, Y/n is an awful singer!" Nat howls, trying to lighten the mood and I spot Emilia knit her brows together, opening her mouth to say something but Y/n shoots her a look. 
                          
Em laughs awkwardly and shuts her mouth abruptly.
                          
We turn into a dark alley, the only source of light coming from a neon sign reading 'Rosie's Bar' suspended above a plain, red door. 
                          
Y/n, whose fingers had stayed interlocked with mine for the whole walk, now removes her grip on me and reaches forward to swing open the door. She holds it open for each of us, Em taking the lead with Nat and me traipsing after her.
                          
The bar is full with a warm glow emanating from fairy lights strung along every wall, accompanied by the low hum of chatter and laughter from the busy tables. The room is packed, around twenty tables are crammed in half of the room, each seat filled, and a considerable gap is situated in front of a stage where a live band is gathered.