Rolling over in bed, I groan as I silence my alarm.

"Come on, y/n," Natasha bangs on my door, "can't be late for practice."

Practice!

I sit up quickly, throwing the blankets off and get dressed.

Pair of grey sweats, black tee, navy blue hoodie, and my black converse.

Going for comfort not fashion.

Dashing out of my room, I shoulder check the door frame.

"Fuck!" I grab my shoulder.

"Language," Steve says as he passes me, reading the newspaper.

"Sorry," I mutter as I hurry over to the bathroom and start brushing my hair.

"Better hurry before Tony leaves," Clint says as he leans against the door frame.

"I know," I pull my hair back and pull it into a ponytail.

I quickly brush my teeth and run out of the bathroom, tossing the towel back to Clint as I do.

"See you guys after practice!" I call through the house.

I run to Tony's car and get into the passenger seat, my breath heaving.

"Thought you weren't gonna show up," Tony chuckles.

"I freaking love practice," I smile, "wouldn't miss it for the world."

"You have before," he points out as he starts to drive.

"Okay the world literally ending, me being blipped, and depression are totally different circumstances," I laugh as I point at him.

Suddenly, I taste something that makes me gag.

"You good, kid?" Tony raises a brow at me.

"Shit," I mumble, "sense share week."

I stick my tongue out.

"Guess they aren't eating something pleasant, are they?"

"Who eats fish this early in the morning?" I ask looking out the window.

There's a long silence before I look back at Tony.

"It's not fish, is it?"

He purses his lips.

"Do you want me to be honest?" He takes the turn before the studio, "or do you wanna pretend it's just fish?"

We make eye contact as he parks, and just stare before we burst out laughing.

"God damnit," I stop laughing a bit, "I mean I like pussy as much as the next person, but damn. First thing in the morning? That shits been marinating all night."

This causes Tony to laugh harder.

"Oh, aren't they picking which group is going to perform the Nikko song today?" Tony asks, suddenly serious.

"It's Ashnikko, and sorta," I correct him, "we're doing finally 'try outs' for the part at the end of practice so coach can pick which group is gonna do it at the performance."

"Well that's exciting," he smiles, "ready to go in?"

"Yeah," I open the door and get out, Tony following suit.

Tony tosses me a water bottle and the small breakfast he grabbed for me before he got to the car.

"Thanks," I pull out the egg and sausage sandwich and begin to eat as we walk into the studio.

I turn and pout at Tony as I can't taste the damn thing.

He chuckles at me as he takes a second to take in my expression.

"That sucks," he pats my shoulder, "I'll make you a tuna sandwich tomorrow so get back at them."

"Thanks," I grumble as I continue to eat the tasteless sandwich.

While I can taste whatever my soulmate tastes, I can't taste whatever I'm eating as my taste goes to them.

I really like Tony's sandwiches, and I can't even fucking taste it.

The taste of wine covers my tongue as I take another bite.

"Okay," I grin, "much better."

"What is it now?" Tony glances at me as we walk down the hall.

"Wine," I chuckle a bit.

Tony stops walking, making me turn around to face him when I notice.

"You're only twenty, why do you know what wine tastes like?" He raises a brow.

"Um," I shove the rest of the sandwich in my mouth and turn and start walking at a faster pace.

I make it into the right practice room as I swallow the last of the sandwich.

Right as I enter the room, I spot the scum of the earth. My ex boyfriend Colby and my ex best friend Layla.

Colby and I had started dating about two months into me starting at the dance studio. I was eighteen at the time. We dated for almost two years, then he went and cheated on me with Layla. Then they turned around and started dating like they both hadn't just stabbed me in the back.

I feel a hand on my shoulder. Tony.

"Remember, you are way better than the both of them," he says quietly before he goes over to the side.

"Y/n," coach says cheerfully, "it's so glad to have you back," She gives me a big hug, "I got your email that said you've still been trying to practice. Do you wanna go ahead and present what you came up with, then join a group?"

"Sure," I smile.

This is gonna be fun.

I taste the wine again.

I could really use the liquid courage right now.

Tony gives me a thumbs up and an encouraging smile.

I go to the middle of the room and coach starts the song: Deal with it by Ashnikko.

"I don't need a man, I need a puppy.
Allergic to you, every time you touch me.
Emotional maturity for Dummies.
I don't have the time to pretend you're funny."

I put more energy into the next part, being a bit aggressive with the moves.

"I'm back,
I'm better,
Put that tebby bear you gave me in a blender,
I drew a dick on all your sweatshirts."

I look right at Colby and Layla.

"I hate you so much right now!
Deal with it!
Boy you got to,
I don't want you.
But just deal with it,
Cuz I'm so over you!"

I continue the dance, not even caring that Layla is staring daggers at me, and just enjoying that I'm back in the studio after two months.

At the end of it, I'm very proud of myself. I feel like I did pretty well.

"That was great!" Coach claps after all the applause.

"Thanks," I smile wide.

"Y/n," I look over to find Jacob is the one calling me over.

"What's up?" I ask as I go over to his group.

"You wanna join us?" He gestures to three other guys, "you'd match our style pretty good, and it shouldn't be too hard to pick up on what we got since we all got the same base moves for the dance."

"Sure," I look to the other guys as they high five each other.

"Okay," coach calls, "go ahead and get in your groups and practice."

Jacob was right, it was pretty easy to integrate into the group, they even made me the "center piece" of it.

Tony took a few calls throughout the practice but made sure he was there at the end for all of the groups to present their dance.

"Okay, Jacob," coach says, "why don't we let your group go first?"

"Sure," he replies as we head to the middle of the room.

I start to taste beef stew, and it honestly makes me hungry.

"Ready?" Coach asks.

"Yep."

The music starts again.

(Yes I just added this cuz I was too lazy to describe the whole class dancing. Fight me lol)

"You guys all did great!" Coach praises as the last group finishes, "I'll let you guys know who's gonna be performing it next practice. Go ahead and get some food and enjoy the rest of your day."

"You did great," Jacob says, slinging his arm over my shoulders.

"Thanks, you guys did great, too," I chuckle.

"See you next practice," Jacob lets me go and follows the other guys from the group out the door, "wait up guys."

"Good job kid," Tony grins before his face drops to a scowl.

"Wouldn't be surprised if you're boning him behind his wife's back."

I turn and find Layla with her "little miss know it all" expression.

"Says the bitch that slept with my boyfriend," I clap back, "I mean I knew you were always a hungry pig that went for seconds, should have known you liked them sloppy, too."

"You cunt-"

"Oh by the way I never got to ask," I interrupt her, "how did my pussy taste, considering that he had just fucked me an hour before I caught you sucking his dick."

She goes to slap me but I grab he wrist and bend it back, making her drop.

"Wow you do get on your knees easily," I grin, "try that again, and I'll break your wrist."

I let go and turn back to Tony who's trying not to laugh.

"I'm starving," I say as I head for the door.

Tony follows me out and finally breaks into laughter.

"I think you've been hanging out with me and Barnes too much," he says wiping away a tear.

"Nah," I grin, "been hanging out with Nat most of the time."

"Well," he slings and arm over my shoulders and ruffles my hair, "she'd be proud of ya, kid."

"Thanks."