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.
“Honey, no, get out of there…” Tony hefted the little red by her belly, pulling her out of the jam jar and scrambling to get his other hand around her shoulders before she eeled right back in there.
“Steve, get the lid on that, please? I have to go put Jessie in the fire.” He made a kissy face at the dragon, and she craned her head up to lick his face. He stayed just out of reach with an indulgent grin.
“Uh, sure. Sorry for leaving it out, I had no idea,” Steve replied, already putting the lid on his jelly. “I hope it doesn’t make her sick.”
Tony held Jessie away from his body when she wriggled around to start cleaning her jaw against his clothes. “No, no, she’ll be fine. She’ll have more fire than is good for me for a while, but she’ll have a great time.”
He headed towards the fire pit in the living room, Steve trailing after him with his plate of toast. “J, turn the gas on, please.”
The fire belched to life, flames billowing out from between the ceramic gravel and Jessie peeped and squeaked to be let go. Tony tossed her up in the air and she b-lined for the flames, little wings slicing the air for extra speed. She still found the time for an elaborate loop in the thermal current, then dove ignobly into the burning gravel. The jelly caught fire immediately, and she rubbed the sticky flames off on the pebbles, giving off a thick smell of caramelizing sugar.
