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Natasha Romanoff | 20 | Sophomore No need to know more

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Sunday Night Live | Nat&Peter

[is-snark-a-spider-ability-blog]

Peter settled his hands up on his lap, giving her an annoyed look out of the corner of his eye. “I don’t do normal. Normal is for people like you. People who think they’re normal. Even if they’re not normal. Yeah.” Clearly, his wit was leaving him to be eaten alive by whatever words were going to come out of Natasha’s mouth. “And you’re not normal so…so you can’t really judge me.”

He watched her place her book far away from him and rolled his eyes, “You know if you’d wanted me to, like, not touch it, I would’ve respected your wishes. Because even though it’s a free country, I still have manners. Sometimes.” He wasn’t exactly sure what he was supposed to do next. On the one hand, he didn’t want to watch natasha study, on the other hand he still didn’t want to watch Natasha study. There obviously weren’t any other options and this was irritating.

“Why would I get you a snack, though? I mean, clearly you don’t have  as many manners as I do. I’d get them out of pity, and to show you a better way of living.” He’d probably get them anyways, out of boredom and hunger, but she didn’t really need to know that.

[younganddeadly]

Natasha rolled her eyes, his little speech was going no where. Just as she was about tune him out, his last comment grabbed her attention. "Excuse me?" She fully turned in her chair and crossed her arms. "What makes you think I'm not normal, hm?" She raised her eyebrows, looking at him expectantly. "And a piece of advice: now that you're in the hole, you should stop digging."

"Well, I wouldn't have had to take it away if you had asked for it in the first place." She let out a frustrated sigh and rolled her eyes. Honestly, sometimes it was like talking with a five-year old. "Manners," she scoffed. "Please, enlighten me on what manners you've been using since I came to study. Speaking of which, is it one of your manners to distract someone?" She glared at him for a second before trying to focus her full attention on her books.

She rolled her eyes, muttering under her breath as she stuck her hand into her bag and pulled out a quarter. "Fine, how about we flip a coin to see who gets them? Heads I win, tails you lose." Before he had a chance to speak, the coin was already tossed high in the air and then falling back down to the palm of her hand. "Tails." She shrugged and gave him a helpless smile that only lasted a quick minute before it turned into a smirk.

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Sunday Night Live | Nat&Peter

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Peter quickly grinned at her once she turned around, before the grin faltered a little. He settled with crossing his arms over his chest and rolling his eyes at her. “Placebo is fantastic. Just because you have a crappy taste in music doesn’t mean everyone else does.” He walked backwards as she headed towards a table, head turning around every few seconds so as not to bump into anything or anyone.

Figuring the librarian wouldn’t be able to see this table, he hopped up onto the table, taking a seat and looking at her. “See, I shouldn’t be doing anything. It’s a free country. America. Is Russia a free country? I think you’re from Russia, right?” He paused, deliberately furrowing his eyebrows as he pointed an accusing finger towards her. “If you’re Russian, does that make us enemies?”

Completely ignoring the voice inside his head that told him to Go study, you moron. How do these people put up with you? he reached for one of her books, casually flipping through it as he waited for any sort of answer. It’s not that he didn’t realize that skipping your studying is jeopardizing you future, on the contrary, he knew that too well. (“Thank you Aunt May, always being the voice of reason in Peter’s head.”) It’s just that doing it hour after hour hurts. So instead, he settled with ignoring the voices of reason.

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“You think I have bad taste in music? I’m sure you have worse taste than me. Especially if you think Placebo is worth listening to.” Natasha watched as he climbed up onto the table to take a seat. “First the floor, now the desk. You can’t sit somewhere properly like a normal person, can you?” She pulled out the chair next to him and sat down, looking up at him expectantly. “See? Normal.”

She only stared for a moment before turning back to the table and taking her books out of her bag. With papers sticking out the edges, the book seemed as if it had an irregular shape. Opening the nearest one, she pulled out the papers and skimmed through the notes that were written. She tried to ignore his questions and focus on her work but was interrupted when he took one of her books. “Russia is a free country.” Skipping over the last two questions, she huffed quietly and snatched her book out of his hands.

She placed her book on the far end of the table where only she could reach for it. Normally she would press for answers about where he learned that, but Peter would probably badger her about it for awhile. “If you’re not going to study then at least make yourself useful and go get a snack or something.”

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[is-snark-a-spider-ability-blog]

You don’t have to sound so…forced about it. I wasn’t even serious so…

You can go back to beating people up, I think. 

Have you ever thought of becoming an assassin? I think they ebat people up sometimes. 

[younganddeadly]

Fine, but don't say I never tried to help you with anything.

Do you really think I spend my free time beating people up?

[is-snark-a-spider-ability-blog]

I…Just assumed…Well, this is awkward. 

But, yeah, sure, um. I didn’t know…My bad.

You can go back to whatever you were doing, I guess. 

[younganddeadly]

........

Fine. I guess I can help out a bit.

[is-snark-a-spider-ability-blog]

Okay, you probably do have something better to do.

Many somethings, maybe. 

But you’re helping out a friend befpre he loses his mind over finals. 

Never too late to do nice things.

[younganddeadly]

And since when have you considered us friends?

[is-snark-a-spider-ability-blog]

You know what? We’ll work on the script together.

I’m pretty sure you have nothing better to do. 

Come on. It’ll be fun!

[younganddeadly]

I'm the one who has nothing better to do?

Who's the one who brought up this whole musical in the first place?

[is-snark-a-spider-ability-blog]

Can you play the music? 

Can you even play music?

Can I play music?

What’s a musical without music, Nat?

I’ll tell you what.

It’s a play.

And you know what we don’t need?

Another play, Nat. 

That’s what.

[younganddeadly]

First, don't call me that.

Second, writing the script and playing the occasional part includes writing and playing the music so the music would be your part.

It's not a musical without music, so try to come up with something good.

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Well, you know…

Don’t tell him I didn’t study.

[younganddeadly]

So he did tell you to study.

Don't worry, it'll stay between us.

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No, I'm thinking a bigger musical. With really dramatic songs and weird props. And costumes. We should make a musical.

Sure.

You can make the props, costumes and script and have the occasional part while I could be the director

[younganddeadly]

Imagine if we were in a musical.

What, are you thinking of A Very Potter Musical?

[fluffy-hawk-deactivated20150101]

You know me, Tasha. I suck at studying.

[younganddeadly]

Yes, but I thought Coulson would have at least tried to get you to open a book.

[fluffy-hawk-deactivated20150101]

What? Finals? How soon is that?

I mean, totally.

[younganddeadly]

Haven't even glanced at a book, have you?

[enchanting-one-deactivated20150]

Exactly. At least someone understand.

[younganddeadly]

So, when you weren't busy watching the freshmen scream, you started studying for finals, right?

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Sunday Night Live | Nat&Peter

Sunday evening finds Peter in the library, sitting on the floor with his back against his shelf and a couple of books laid out in front of him, not really paying attention to the fact that there are perfectly fine and empty tables he’s capable of sitting at. Finals have started and he doesn’t have time for such luxuries. 

It’s been hours since Peter had entered the library, and he hadn’t really thought to get up for any reason including food and water. A flash of red catches his eye, though, and not many people in the school have red hair. Only about four, and he can always spare some time to bother anyone one of them. His mind is made up rather quickly, as he gets up and winces, his body finally registering the uncomfortable position he’d gotten in and never left. 

He makes his way towards the person, tiptoeing (And he can imagine Harry asking him how someone so smart could be so immature) and stops right behind her, recognizing her immedietly. He furrows his eyebrows as he tries to think if whatever insult or attack she throws his way would be worth it. And, of course, he shrugs it off and assumes it is  as he leans forward, trying his best Batman voice as he saying as loudly (But not too loudly, seeing as he respects the librarys rules like a decent human being), “You can’t run and but you can hide because no one here gets out alive!” He pauses, backing away quickly, “I’m not sure where I ehard that, but not that I think about it, it is a little catchy.”

[younganddeadly]

A quiet huff escapes Natasha's lips as she enters the library, pushing the door open with one hand as the other carries text books. Once inside she adjusts her bag strap higher up her shoulder to keep the rest of her books from weighing down her bag to the ground.

She quickly scans the room, not entirely surprised to find it empty. Everyone else usually studied in their rooms or were busy not studying. As she made her way to one of the tables towards the back, she noticed a couple of books scattered across the floor. Even though she had her head turned forward, out of the corner of her eye she was able see Peter sitting on the ground and rolled her eyes. Only he would choose hard ground over sitting at a table.

Seeing as he looked somewhat deep in thought, she continued walking, assuming she had gone by unnoticed. It hadn't been long before she felt someone behind her and sighed quietly. She turned around, noticing the gap between them he left and smirked to herself. "A Placebo song? Honestly you get worse and worse every time." She turned to the table nearest, setting her books and bag down. "Shouldn't you be studying instead of playing games?"