She ghosts a hand over his back, not quite over the bruises and just the barest of touches to make sure it doesn't hurt. "It's not so bad yet, but it's getting there. Ice will help." She draws her hand away. "If you lay down on your stomach I'll get some."

"I am," Natasha agrees, smiling fondly as she gets an ice pack from the freezer. She wraps it up in a cloth and brings it back to Clint.

Another party crasher.

They're right about that. Natasha sits on the floor with her back against the couch, letting her head fall back. "Can't I just stop by to check in on a friend?"

"I didn't even break a sweat." Natasha confirms without missing a beat. "But I think you and I both know that changing the locks wouldn't stop me."

//thinkin bout the time Natasha called Clint a himbo

Natasha turned her head to smile at Clint, and there's that fondness again; this time aimed directly at him. "After all this time I think it's pretty clear we're stuck with each other."

Natasha hummed, her smile turning a tad wistful as she patted Clint's leg comfortingly. "I think that's something you and I have in common."

//hello I still live

I'm gone for one week and suddenly Tony's a vampire and Justin Hammer is wearing my clothes. Didn't I tell you all to behave?

There's nothing to hide; we all know you dye your hair, Stark.

Are you, though.

Hammer, remember what happened the last time you irked me? Do we need a refresher?

Did you borrow my limited edition Jimmy Choos.

... I suppose I owe Clint an apology.

//new pin new me Just kidding I only fixed a typo and picked a new gif

It does make it pleasantly easy to walk in and see what's in your kitchen.

please rest assured that you might not fear a man but to a woman by the end you’ll kneel and plea