I am a Nerdfighter & an avid vlog-watcher. Youtubers are my downfall
Conjoined Twin and Little Sister
FOREVER CRYING BECAUSE MEGHAN WILL STILL BE ON ONCE
I am a Nerdfighter & an avid vlog-watcher. Youtubers are my downfall
Conjoined Twin and Little Sister
FOREVER CRYING BECAUSE MEGHAN WILL STILL BE ON ONCE
Secret Avengers Vol. 2 #3
“You could never take me hand to hand, Clint.” -EMH
“Come on you have to be able to give us something on Black Widow, something no one else knows…”
Natasha looked up as the talk show host said her name. She’d been absently listening to Clint’s interview, more focused on her paperwork than anything else. It was only on in the background so that when he got home and asked her about it she could say she watched it.
“Well, I guess I could tell you something since I know Tasha and I know she won’t be watching…” Clint’s mischievous grin graced his face and Natasha crawled closer to the screen.
“Don’t do it Clint…” She murmured under her breath.
“She’s scared of spiders. Ironic I know but last night there was the smallest spider you’ve ever seen in the bathroom and she squealed like a little girl.”
The audience laughed and Natasha’s eyes narrowed.
“You are so dead” She murmured to herself, glaring at Clint’s stupid grin on screen.
“The widow is scared of Spiders?! Well I’m sure you were there to rescue her!”
“Oh I was. I always am.” He nodded, shrugging his shoulders and making some woman in the audience scream.
“And if she is watching right now?” The host asked Clint, who winced like it hadn’t actually occurred to him.
“Well… let’s just say I’m sleeping on the couch for the next week.” He chuckled to himself.
“More like the next month.” Natasha grumbled, flicking the TV off with a snap.
In which Natasha goes with Clint on an easy job, but things take a turn for the worse.
You could be the King, but watch the Queen conquer…
N: Come on, Barton, you know I can handle my alcohol better than anyone else. Drinking games are stupid.
C: You see, Tasha, you always say that, but no one has ever seen you in action. What is it? Are you scared to lose? I don’t drink and tell.
N: Don’t play the sore loser card, Barton. Not with me.
C: Come on, Red!
N: Fine! I’ll play, but only if you shut up.
C: Ah! I knew you would do it… I mean, what’s the worst that could happen? … yeah, alright. No talking, just drinking.
