Peter: HYDRATE OR DIE-DRATE!
Natasha: Uh... What's up with Peter?
Maria: He's trying to yell mental health and well-being into all of us.
Peter: I APPRECIATE ALL OF YOU!
Clint, wiping away a tear: It's working.
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peter: HELP ME, I HAVE A PROBLEM!!
nat: i need to hide a body problem? or i like someone problem?
peter: no.... maths problem
nat: oh, nevermind then.....
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Lightly
Tony: You were mugged?!
Natasha: Why would you not tell us?!
Y/n: *nonchalant* Because he was injured…
Peter: I was not injured… Just lightly stabbed
Tony and Natasha: *freaking out*StAbBeD??!!
Peter: LIGHTLY
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Natasha: Do you ever think to yourself, “Hey, maybe I shouldn’t do that?”
Peter: yes but then it’s quickly followed by Clint’s voice saying “yolo”.
Natasha: You put too much trust into that man.
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Natasha: Please, please stop drinking tea by putting the teabag in your mouth and chugging hot water.
Peter: Sorry for being cultured.
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Natasha: You take two hours to eat a bowl of soup.
Peter: Oh please, you inhale your food.
Natasha, deadpan: You remember where I grew up, right? If you didn’t eat fast, you didn’t eat.
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Natasha: DON'T BE SORRY! YOU'RE NOTHING BUT AN ANGEL! YOU TRIED TO HELP US WHICH IS A SWEET MOVE!
Peter: You’re yelling nice things at me again and it’s very confusing!
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Peter: Why can’t you just say phrases correctly?!
Natasha: Well, aren’t you just a ray of sunscreen.
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[at Peter's funeral]
Natasha: *places her hand on the headstone and sobs*
Natasha: How could you do this to me? We are so understaffed.
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Natasha, on the phone: So what are you making for dinner?
Peter: I can't tell you, it's a soup-prise!
Natasha:
Natasha: Is it soup?
Peter: I soup-pose it could be!
Natasha: Enough with the soup puns.
Peter: Wow, you're being soup-per mean.
Natasha: If you have any regard for your own life you'd stop.
[one hour later]
Natasha: It's fucking pizza?!
Peter: I like to be confusing! :D
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Natasha: What did you get Peter for his birthday?
Clint: I got him a dog.
Steve: Really? Me too!
Sam: I also got him a dog!
Bucky: Looks like we had the same idea.
Natasha: Tony, please tell me you didn’t get Peter a dog as well.
Tony: I got him a dog!
[cuts to Peter surrounded by dogs]
Peter: THIS IS THE BEST BIRTHDAY EVER!!
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Peter, lying face-first on the floor: Nat help me, how do I ask MJ out?
Natasha: Why are you asking me?
Peter: You asked out Maria.
Natasha: That doesn't mean I know how I did it.
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Natasha: Unpopular opinion, not all dogs are good boys.
Peter: Blocked.
Natasha: Sometimes, they’re good girls!
Peter: UNBLOCKED!
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Natasha: [enters the room, looking serious]
Peter: Ah, the elusive Natasha Romanoff, the woman of mystery. What's your secret spy tip for the day?
Natasha, deadpan: Always double-check your shoelaces.
Peter: Solid advice. I'll make sure to add it to my spy manual.
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Maria: Uhh.. Peter just asked if we want to…
Maria: “Fell the mighty before their time and display their carcasses in our homes?”
Natasha, not even looking up from her phone: He's asking if you wanna cut down Christmas Trees.
Maria: Oh, that makes more sense.
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Peter: Why does Nat always do the laundry so loudly?
Clint: So everyone knows that no one is helping her.
Natasha: [slams the washing machine door closed]
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