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Natasha: Tony is talking shit? I am shocked and appalled! *To Maria* Hey you should cum on my neck real quick so I have a pearl necklace to clutch.
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Maria: Of course i know what a "hush puppy" is! It's what Natasha says to make me melt into a puddle.
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Natasha: Who is leaving all these bodies everywhere?!
Maria: You did that!
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Natasha: alright bra ditchin' time! Three cheers for tittiiiieeeesss!!
Maria: Nat wait!
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Natasha (wearing safety goggles): Are these mandatory?
Maria: The goggles are there for your own protection... Of course they're not mandatory.
Natasha: Okay good *yeets the goggles* These are gonna slow me down
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"I'm Natasha Romanova, reminding you that: intimacy, is just future blackmail"
-Natasha (probably)
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Maria: Natasha, we need your help.
Natasha (pulling a knife from ???:) Okay, who are we killing? I won't do kids, but that rule is negotiable if the kid's a dick.
Maria (gingerly taking the knife from her): No babe, we don't want you to kill anyone.
Natasha: What? Really?
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Natasha: And what does Maria always say?
Tony: *sighs* Read the briefing.
Maria: GET OUT OF MY HOUSE TONY
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Natasha: stop looking at my eyes, my tits are down here!
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"Natasha's like 9/11: She's got a bodycount of about 3000 and people act like I'm supposed to be upset about it."
Maria Hill (probably)
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Fury: Hill, how long do you estimate this task will take?
Maria: By myself? probably around 25 minutes.
Fury: And if I made Barton and Romanov help
Maria: Oh an hour and a half at least!
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Natasha: See? tried words, didn't work, now back to murder.
Maria: Murder can't solve all our problems!
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Maria: I know! Natasha communicates through knives, so if I leave her a nice knife...
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Maria: When me and Nat are fighting, i go into the kitchen and tighten the lids on all the jars.
Maria: That way, if she wants pickles, she'll have to come talk to me.
*Sound of glass shattering from the other room*
Maria: It hasn't worked yet, but it's going to, some day.
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Maria: Hey, guess what, new orders: no more impromptu amputations.
Natasha: Improputations
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Natasha: Don't worry, I've got a few knives up my sleeve.
Steve: Don't you mean cards?
Maria: She does not
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Maria: I'm learning a valuable lesson today.
Maria: It turns out you can't alter the decisions of morons, no matter how much you yell at them.
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