- She Plays Alone -

[ I. II. III. ]

(insp.)

You don’t have to choose between fire and ice.

“Oh wow.” It really was everywhere. “That blender has some impressive reach.” Elizabeth posed an important question, and Natasha tried to figure out just how they were going to manage this. “Maybe start from the bottom and work our way up?”

Elizabeth nodded at Natasha’s blender comment. She was still trying to understand how someone though a blender needed that much power. From the bottom up - that was a good idea. “Alright,” She started, pulling a stack of rags and towels out of the mess-covered drawer, “The sooner we start, the easier this might be.”

you’re literally always ALWAYS 100% allowed to turn any meme i respond to into a thread. just make a new post, link back to the thread, and i’ll respond to it. me answering is already an invitation to plot something out, so even if you didn’t like my response or you want to do something else, plot something out with our characters, inbox/IM me, i’m definitely open for it.

Natasha followed after Elizabeth, bracing himself for whatever disaster she was about to walk into. “Well, I don’t think your mess is going to sit in the kitchen long enough to start moving, so I still think Barton has you beat.”

“Yeah, that is mildly disgusting and I hope I never have to live though that.” She said, shuddering from the simple thought of anything like that happening. “Um, so any suggestions on where to start with attempting to clean this up?”

Natasha laughed at her words, half afraid and half curious to see exactly how bad the kitchen was. “I’m not mad, don’t worry. Pretty sure Clint has made messes worse than that. And he just leaves them there.”

Elizabeth let out a soft sigh at the other female’s words, relieved that she wasn’t mad about the mishap. “Well, that’s good to hear.” She waited a moment before backing up to the kitchen door and continuing “Though I might hold off on saying Clint’s messes are worse until you see it.”

“–I don’t know whether to be mad or impressed.” she said, failing to suppress her grin. “Exactly how big is this mess?”

“From a completely bias standpoint, I highly encourage you to be more impressed rather than mad.” She paused for a moment, attempting to find a way to make it sound better than it actually was, “Well, it’s just on the counter top and floor ... and you know, it may have spread a little to the walls and um, ceiling.”