#captainwinghead

Natasha was unbuckling her seatbelt before the car had even stopped, popping the door open as the tires screeched. She landed hard on her feet but kept running, her bag swinging on her shoulder as she pulled out one of her knives. “What the hell is that?” Her voice was high as she called out to Steve, clenching the handle of the knife tight enough that her knuckles were white.

Annoyance was clear in Natasha’s posture as she walked along, all but fuming. Her arms were crossed, hands tight on her forearms, jaw set. She’d heard some stuff from Clint recently, and while she was glad he had a friend that wasn’t Crowley (who was definitely not a friend)... She wasn’t exactly pleased. Mostly because Tony was getting Clint up to things that, while kind of fun in theory, would probably cause a whole lot of problems in the future.

There wasn’t a ton she knew about Tony, to be honest. That bothered her. She liked knowing things about people. It was reassuring. But Tony... Well, there wasn’t much she’d found about him. He was snarky, he was a Muggleborn, he loved technology. Charming, too, by most accounts, but she wasn’t the sort to fall for that. Her own knack for charming made her skeptical at the best of times.

Another thing she knew, though, was that Tony was friends with someone else. A blond by the name of Steve Rogers. Similarly, a boy she barely knew a thing about. He’d just... Shown up, one day. It was odd, to say the least; it made her curious. How had someone just shown up? It didn’t make sense.