#thespidertakeshold

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“My name is Natasha Romanoff. I have amazing hair, can kill you with my feet while I’m doing my makeup and like to steal Clint’s last piece of pizza out of the refrigerator because I’m a suuuper spy and no one will ever suspect me,” Clint grumbled mockingly as he looked at the vacant space where his lunch should be waiting for him.

[Text: Work Wife] I know something you don’t know!

[Text: Work Wife] Lalalalalala!

“Aww, thank you, baby.”  Natasha slid the bag closer and peered inside.  “You got curly fries, right?  If the fries aren’t curly, I’m sticking them up your nose.”

I swear, if you keep talking through all my favorite parts…

Natasha sipped her drink, eyes on the TV.  She cast a sideways glance at Clint, then leaned forward and set her glass on the table.

Say one more word, I dare you.

Naturally, he did.  She turned, knocking the bowl of popcorn out of his lap and diving on him, grabbing at his jaw as she left a sloppy kiss on his lips.

A moment later, she was back in her own seat on the couch, plucking a spilled piece of popcorn from his leg and tossing it in her mouth.

That oughta shut him up.

“Hey!”

Clint protested as his bowl of popcorn went flying. That was just rude. He wanted to protest, but he was cut off by her lips on his. 

He blinked at her for a long moment. Had he fallen asleep? Was that real? 

A lot of random syllables came out of his mouth and none of them meant anything in any language either of them knew.

He put the popcorn on the floor, still trying to figure out what just happened.

@thespidertakeshold

Matt waited just inside the jewelry store for Natasha to arrive. He’d learned that there were some places were he should just find a chair and wait for his friend to avoid an avalanche of questions about why he was there in the first place. He tried not to be impatient. He was excited and he sincerely hoped that Natasha was as pleased as she seemed on the phone. He should have called. He could read emotions through tones a lot better than text.

“May I help you, sir?”

“Oh, no, I’m waiting for a friend.”

“Oh, alright...” he suppressed a sigh as the employee tried to be too quiet for him to hear as the man waved their hand in front of his face.

“I’m blind, but I can feel a breeze just fine.”

The employee paused and he was pretty sure they were staring.

“Just let me know when you are finished.”

[Text: Romanoff, Natasha] Hello, Natasha, this is Matt. I know that we don’t really talk about lot, but was wondering if I could ask you for your help. 

“Do you see anything non-human? No. And you know why? Because it’s a field!”

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“A field.  Is that your final answer?  You don’t want to phone a friend or poll the audience?  You’re just going to go with field,” Tony said looking at the display he was showing her.  He loved knowing something other people didn’t know.  It was icing on the cake to be able to tell them about it in the most condescending way possible.

[Text: Arachnid] TASHA!

[Text: Arachnid] Tash!

[Text: Arachnid] Tas!

[Text: Arachnid] Ta!

[Text: Arachnid] T!