ok but the first time natasha and tony are sparring and tony throws a punch natasha doesn’t catch soon enough and he clocks her so hard her mouth is bloody
imagine their faces
I’m imagining they go for drinks or something afterwards and Natasha preens like a proud mama bear
i am literally so on board with both of these omg. i feel like tony would be simultaneously excited/delighted and horrified and he’d keep waffling back and forth between being like OH MY GOD ARE YOU OKAY and HOLY SHIT I PUNCHED THE BLACK WIDOW IN THE FACE AND LIVED I AM TELLING LITERALLY EVERYONE THIS IS GOING ON MY RESUME
and natasha is simultaneously exasperated/amused and PROUD AS ALL GET OUT because hell yeah that was a punch and secretly a tiny bit relieved because now she can relax slightly knowing tony can hold his own and she’d just be grinning all over the place with terrifying bloody teeth
i imagine thor clapping tony so hard on the back he almost breaks him because he’s so happy for tony and proud of him for his new skillz
FUCKING SIGN ME UP. SIGN ME TF UP. NATASHA/TONY BROTP 2KFOREVER
Ok but Natasha rattling off to Bucky in Russian, “this motherfucker actually punched me,” & Bucky just looks at her, “get the fuck out, no he didn’t. Are you sure it wasn’t Steve,” says Bucky jokingly.
“No, idiot, we were sparring.”
“AND HE DECKED YOU? Well, shit… I owe Stark an apology. I’m sure he’s fucking happy.” “Oh yeah, I bet he’s told everyone by now,” says Natasha but she can’t help but grin as she holds an ice pack to her busted lip.
this isn’t actually related to parks and rec but fuck it, The People Need To Know
BAHAHAHAHA that’s true, I did come by and give shoulder massages to the Hunter English department. I’d forgotten, but apparently my shoulder massages are UNF*CKINGFORGETTABLE.
Sometimes I remember that Sherlock Holmes was on that Tarmac, about to be exiled on New Years Day and I die a little inside. Imagine the acute sense of hopelessness he would have felt on New Years Eve. Everyone else gets their new beginning. And he was hours away from his end. Could he hear fireworks from his cell? Did he even know what time it was in solitary confinement? He only got to spend one New Year with just him and John alone, the way it should be. I bet the sound of Auld Lang Syne on the violin was echoing around his head.