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[tarblackheart]

I hope you know I hate you.

While you're laying on your deathbed taking the day off from work (because you have a headache and a chesty cough huh?) I'm here in the back of your mind bored as hell.

I can't even find Russian to describe this situation. So I'll go with my American and say you're lame. Yes, you, are lame.

You've let me be stabbed, shot, nearly blown up and yet I've always survived and been back at work the next day.

Take a leaf out of my book yeah?

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[tarblackheart]

Better than my mun.

Every time this:



pops up on her dash she makes an odd choking noise.

I think I may plan my own murder.

[compromisedarrow]

For the record, that's not me.

Well, not this version of me.

[tarblackheart]

Good, because if you ever try that I will break your hands.

[compromisedarrow]

That picture is suddenly relevant.

[tarblackheart]

Don't push it bird brain.

[compromisedarrow]

I'm pushing nothing.

[tarblackheart]

Someone needs to remind me why I keep you around.

[compromisedarrow]

Because I'm good-looking, intelligent and have an amazing sense of humour?

[tarblackheart]

Think it's more to do with the fact you piss everyone else off.

Sorry to break it to you sweetheart.

[compromisedarrow]

I do not. Name one person.

And your contacts don't count.

[tarblackheart]

Steve.

You scare him.

[compromisedarrow]

Steve doesn't count either. I mean someone from this time.

[tarblackheart]

Bruce.

Remember that sucker cup incident?

And you kept calling him the Jolly Green Giant all day.

[compromisedarrow]

He kept saying I lived in a nest. It was payback.

[tarblackheart]

Not the point.

He was kinda right though.

[compromisedarrow]

It's a third-floor apartment. Hardly a nest.

[tarblackheart]

Alright alright.

Still, you know he's not so 'jolly' when he turns green.

[compromisedarrow]

You'd know.

And you could always go with Stark's idea of blasting "If You're Happy and you Know it" into his room at night.

[tarblackheart]

Yeah nearly being crushed under his massive fists is certainly in my top five worst moments.

I wonder how he always manages to keep pants on...

[compromisedarrow]

Do you really want to know?

[tarblackheart]

Actually yes.

You think if I ask him he'd just tell me?

[compromisedarrow]

Why not?

[tarblackheart]

Because when I asked Steve how he fits into his suit he just blushed and wouldn't answer me.

[compromisedarrow]

Be less direct?

[tarblackheart]

'What did you have for breakfast this morning? How do you keep your pants on when you turn green?'

My whole life has been direct.