dear_mun | someone's mun found like 60 more icons and they are terrible

[did you see his permissions post

you asked permission

permission granted!!!!! DEAR MUN MURDER IS THE BEST MURDER]

Do you really want me to tell you what you strike me as? Because it has nothing to do with a quiet reserve or an old soul, and it's not me being an ass, either.

[oh god, she almost wants to but .. self control. self control.]

Go ahead. I'll humor you.

[There's a moment, a pause. And in that moment, Justin Hammer is no longer Justin Hammer, CEO Hammer Industries. He may be Justin, actually. He seems to be more human than ever, like a guy who'd eat an entire bag of Doritos at three in the afternoon for no reason other than Doritos were amazing.]

You strike me as someone who's had traumatic experiences growing up and finds it so easy to wear another face because you were forced to in order to get by. Maybe survive. But you know who you are, which is rare. [And then, because that's way too serious:] And also probably capable of destroying a punching bag in under ten minutes.

[Well, that's strange. Why does he seem like a human being other than some freak robot from outer space created to torture her (just like Stark)? For a moment, surprise flickers in her eyes - then it's hidden behind her poker face again.]

I go through punching bags quickly. [That's safer. She can't even address his first statement.]

[They're actually a lot alike, him and Stark. He's just the one that's easier to hate because he hadn't had his own personal Afghanistan and near death experience at the hand of a man he thought the closest thing to a loving father he'd ever have.]

Maybe you should get some sturdier ones. Like, uh...fill them with gravel. Can you do that? Would it be too heavy for the bag to hold? That's something to look into.

[And Natasha's not a bit like either one of them - family, loving fathers, those are foreign words to her. Near death experience - that's a more familiar one.]

You're the genius here. You tell me. Filled with gravel, it's like you want me to break my hand.

Edited 2012-07-13 02:55 (UTC)

[Oh no. He looks like he's devising a scheming plot of planning.]

What? No. You'd be wearing protective gloves, of course. Though, the thickness of the bag and the strength of it around the chain would, undoubtedly, be what would need tweaking in regards to how much weight it could hold. That's something to draw up.

[.. What has she started.]

Wearing gloves ruins the point of using the bag - I usually only tape my hands and most people I know do. [..Hammer Industries better not come out with a punching bag with a gun in it or something.]

[That's rude. A lot of his sponsors are active NRA members, they keep guns on the range and punching bags in the gym.

With their personal guns checked in, of course.]

What if you had weighted gloves? Or there was something in them that acted as a cushion against harder stuffing, yet didn't impact the force behind it. [Natasha did you just forget he had a genius intellect and love of design and science or what?]

[In fact, she doesn't really want to be talking to you about this.]

.. The weighted gloves would still defeat the purpose - in a fight, you don't have time to pull out weighted gloves and wearing them in the first place could influence your shooting. You'd have to train with them all the time.

[And that's all she's giving you. Geek.]

[Natasha can't even cock her hip like this. Justin Hammer is one sassy mother fucker if nothing else.]

Oh, and I'm sure Agent Barton didn't have to adapt his aim to deal with the extra weight on his explosive arrows, right? Didn't have to put in that extra bit of effort?

Have you ever used a punching bag?

I used to be one, so I feel for them. I know they're inanimate objects and all, but I can't bring myself to use one. Bad memories and all that happy psychological horse shit.

That doesn't count.

[abort abort]

I have this flawless physique on my own, that's all. I know, I know, try to contain your jealousy.

[Sorry, she looks like this. :| Deal.]

I'll do my best.

I think this is the part where I ask if your tits are real and immediately go from being a regular human being to a sleazy bastard all over again. Right?

Now you're just asking to be shot.

That would go on your record. You don't want that on your record.

On the contrary, I think I would.

Too bad my assets are set to be frozen the moment I die. You wouldn't see a penny of Hammer Industries.

[wait. hold the phone.]

You think I care about your money?

[hey natasha how are you handling justin hammer being an actual human being

because it's happening all over again]

Nah, I don't think you care much about anything to do with me. Figure I'm not even on your radar, at this point.

someone's mun found like 60 more icons and they are terrible

ONLY IF YOU PAINT A RED HOURGLASS ON YOUR OUTFIT NATASHA

THAT CAN BE ARRANGED

NATASHA DO YOU WANT TO COME TO MY BOX. IT IS A VERY FINE BOX.

IS IT IS A BIG BOX? I LIKE BOXES!

YOU ARE WELCOME THOUGH WE'D HAVE TO FIGURE OUT WHAT TO DO ALSO THERE ARE MEMES

I WOULD DO ALL THE THINGS WITH YOU! u-uh yeah! We could adapt a meme for box use?

SHOOT ME A PM BRO

YESSIRY

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