Clint: If something happened to Peter… I couldn’t live with myself.
Natasha: Of course you wouldn’t have to because I would kill you.
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Phil: Romanoff, how long do you estimate this task will take?
Natasha: By myself? probably around 25 minutes.
Phil: And if I made Barton help?
Natasha: Oh an hour and a half at least!
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Clint: Everyone is always like; “How’d you get with Natasha?” “How’d you bag Natasha?” Bro I didn’t bag shit. Natasha picked me up, by my neck, threw me over her shoulder, and I’ve been on it ever since. And I don’t have any plans on getting off anytime soon.
Nat: *Winks*
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*Natasha, presenting Maria with a tiny spiky cactus, with a little red flower on top, after she moved desks*
Clint: You’re in love with her but instead of telling her you bought her a plant.
Natasha:
Clint: Hey it kind looks like you
*wack*
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Natasha: Bucky is great. I mean, he’s into all the same things I’m into.
Clint: Well, so am I. Now, I don’t want to sound as insecure as I really am, but you’re not trying to replace me with this Bucky dude are you?
Natasha: Clint… Your first uniform was literally an 80’s bright purple spandex suit and a ridiculous Halloween mask, no one could ever replace you - believe me.
Clint: Good because I may not be your Russian Assassin Best Friend…
Clint: BUT I AM DEFINITELY YO BEST FRIEND. YOU GOTTA PROBLEM WITH THAT!?
Natasha: No…
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Natasha: Okay, truth or dare?
Clint: Truth.
Natasha: How many hours have you slept this week?
Clint:
Clint: ... Dare.
Natasha: Go to bed.
Clint: I don't like this game.
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[DMs]
Clint: what are your pronouns?
Natasha: she/her
Clint: cool
Natasha: but like in the way you refer to a boat
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Someone: “That’s a weird f*cking tone, man.”
Clint, looks between the person and Natasha: “That’s just how she sounds, she has an asshole voice! Nat, tell them they’re ok!”
Natasha, glaring: “Everything’s great.”
Clint, looking at Natasha in disbelief: “Dude.”
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Misunderstandings
[Y/n sighing]: Why am I so cold?
Clint: Well, it must've been hard growing up in the red room and having to hide your emotions all the time. You know, you can always talk to me.
Y/n: No, I meant... I'm fucking freezing up here. Why did we have to be on the roof for this mission? I need some Nat's cuddles ASAP.
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[Later, Y/n laying in bad with Natasha]
Y/n: Then, Clint had the audacity to call me a cold-hearted bitch. Can you believe it? I was just having some small talk about the weather.
Natasha: I'm sure he didn't mean to offend you like that, darling.
Y/n: Whatever... Maybe I'll join one of Yelena's pranks against him next time.
****reblogging from my previous account #immathinkerg****
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clint: i’m going to need a human skull but you can’t ask why
natasha: only if you also don’t ask why
natasha: [pulls out four immaculate human skulls]
clint:
clint: i’ll take that one!
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Clint: we should get a dog
Nat: why?
Clint, pulling up a 200-page Word document: I'm so glad you asked
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Natasha: Remember! Curiosity killed the cat!
Clint: Yes, but you forget that satisfaction brought it back. So yes, Peter, go find out if that thing can catch fire!
Natasha: You're a bad influence.
Clint: And you don't know your sayings.
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Clint: We need to get through this locked door. Tony, give me your credit card
Tony: Here.
Clint, pocketing it: Thanks. Nat, kick down the door.
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Nat: Can you pass the pepper please?
Clint: What's the magic word?
Nat: *Glaring* ...
Nat: *Starts chanting in Latin*
Clint: *Panicking* JESUS CHRIST! JUST TAKE IT!! *Throws shaker*
Nat: *Catches it* Thank you love
(Nat catching the pepper)
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Clint: The next time Laura is angry with me, I’ll drape her in a cape and say “now you're super angry.”
Natasha: That sounds like a death wish.
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