Don't hate me, you're pretty when you're miserable.

Just a regular Monday in the life of a redhead with a certain skillset.

Half of X is horny and the other half is suicidal.

Happy Monday everyone.

There's about three magical artifacts within arm's reach that could turn him inside-out. She wouldn't recommend it.

Worried for his bodily safety and for her artifacts, if she's honest. Her arms folded over her chest as she stood in the doorway, though her tone wasn't too confrontational. "Never really a good time to enter the 'employees only' section of my shop."

Powering up for Witch Wednesday already.

Well, no arguments there. She's losing track of all the Spiders these days. A crease formed between her brows. There's something.. demonic clinging to him, and something else.. Hm. "Then you've come to the right place, if it's magic-based, anyway." Go on?

That and inflation.

I scared people even when I was a literal 1950s housewife.

I thought you liked Bucky!

. . He did not.

. . . . . . Why on earth would you slap Natasha?

I really can't look away from you for a single moment, can I.

There was something off, definitely. Her magical senses were honed well, but she wasn't omniscient. She's regarding him critically, but not in any obvious hostility. And that enunciation was interesting. Affect, not effect. "Potentially. Everything is a matter of scale. Why?"

who could pull this off?

// I'm sick, be nice to me 🥺

No

I can't help it, I just like old men. 😔

Hey Google, how do you tell a blind man he's getting grey hairs.