Clint: *look at tony* whore
Tony: aw, thanks bitch
Natasha:
Steve: they are complimenting each other. I gave up on having them talk nice
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Clint: *look at tony* whore
Tony: aw, thanks bitch
Natasha:
Steve: they are complimenting each other. I gave up on having them talk nice
im currently writing my final 100 “drabble”…. it may possibly now be at 1k words…
ITS FINE. IM STAYING UP LATE TO WRITE THIS.
I love it. Its THE FLUFFIEST thing ever. Im torturing Nat though >:) *insert evil smirk*
not my gif!^
Natasha? :(
me: hey i have an idea for a cute plot quirk in Hands of Clay that will literally take up two lines and never be mentioned by anyone ever again
also me: guess I have to ready through 357,136 words to figure out if character A ever mentioned something in minor character B’s hearing
More on the Murder Strut now that my attention has been brought back to it: Tony is jealous of his boyfriends’ swaggers. Like, Tony can swagger, but somehow Steve and Bucky make it look even sassier and smugger. He is offended by this. He is the sassiest motherfucker on the team, not them (although they do give him a run for his money sometimes).
Natasha jumps when she hears a scream and jerks around on the couch, frowning. Tony appears in the doorway a moment later, looking upset and ecstatic all at once. “IT’S DICK SWAGGER.”
Natasha’s mouth falls open a little bit. “W-what?”
“THEY SWAGGER LIKE THAT BECAUSE THEIR DICKS ARE SO BI--”
“TONY,” Steve shouts, blushing as red as a tomato as he scoops Tony up and carries him back toward the elevator.
“I AM STILL THE SASSIEST ONE ON THIS TEAM,” Tony insists before the doors close. Bucky has his face buried in his hands. Steve looks like he wants to die.
“Are you okay?” Clint asks at dinner several hours later. Natasha’s lips thin into a firm line. No, she’s not okay. She’d never really wanted to know about Steve and Bucky’s dicks.
Poor Natasha 😂
Poor Natasha
Steve: brrring...brrring...brrring
Natasha: hello?
Steve: So when do you think Sam’s going to propose? I’m trying to wait because I know he wants to ask but I’m getting a little desperate here
Natasha: Steve . It is four A.M.
Steve: Bitch this is important