Turn A Knife In Your Back Then Calling You Baby [@thegoldenironavenger]
Natasha’s reaction to the text simply amounts to a pile of ceramic piled against the wall, coffee soaking into her carpet. Someone is going to be made to pay for this mission. She stands, hopping on the Harley she’s just purchased - her pride and joy, not to mention the envy of her apartment block - and making her way to the Tower. With a few brief nods at staff who recognise her from her time as Natalie, she makes her way upstairs, simply hoping that Loki’s away.
Striding through to the bedroom, she stands stoney-faced above the bed. “Get up, or I’ll break your fingers. One by one. Bone by bone, in fact.” It’s been a long time since she threatened someone properly outside of work, and it feels surprisingly good.
Tony stayed slumped between the pillows and the sheets, breathing softly as he ignored the vibrations coming from his phone - probably Pepper trying to contact him this time. When he heard someone walk in he still didn’t move from where he was laying asides from stretching his legs.
His eyes opened when he heard Natasha’s voice and they quickly rolled into the back of his head. “Do those threats usually work on men, Romanoff?” Tony rolled onto his back and looked up towards her. “I won’t be much use to you if you break my fingers. Break them and you’re on your own.”
Tony fell silent for a minute laying still before he huffed and sat himself up forcing himself out of the bed whilst wrapping the sheet around his waist. “Get out or you’re going to get an eye full.”
“More often than you might expect,” Natasha smirks, before breaking into a groan. Delightful - and certainly a foolproof way of making her want to leave the room. She raises an eyebrow at him, refusing to look away. “Nothing I haven’t seen before. Certainly nothing I haven’t seen bigger.” She’s almost daring him to strip in front of her, given that braver men than him have tried and failed to under her cool stare.
“This mission doesn’t require you having use of your fingers,” she tells him. “I assume Iron Man has ways and means that do not require your tools to cope with your lover being away."
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“Drowning my instincts? Right, no, this is how I’ve come to tolerate being the in the same room as you.” Tony rolled his...
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“Just try and squash me. Drowning your instincts will only make it worse for you,” she reminds him, coming to lounge on...