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mamaspidershit · 3 days
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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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esmerxyaugusta · 3 months
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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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randomstuffjustrandom · 4 months
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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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mamaspidershit · 2 days
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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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mamaspidershit · 2 days
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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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mamaspidershit · 14 hours
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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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mamaspidershit · 3 days
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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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mamaspidershit · 16 hours
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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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mamaspidershit · 1 month
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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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mamaspidershit · 2 months
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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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mamaspidershit · 1 month
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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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mamaspidershit · 2 months
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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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mamaspidershit · 5 months
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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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mamaspidershit · 2 months
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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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mamaspidershit · 1 month
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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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mamaspidershit · 3 months
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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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