Natasha: I still fit in the air duct!
Tony: your stomach is still small that's why...
Natasha: ANYWAY!
Tony: did you know there are four percent more men in the world then women, four percent more macho!!
Natasha: more like four percent more stupidity... -_-
Tony: I'm blaming that remark on your hormones
Natasha: leave my hormones out of this
Clint: uh oh...
Pepper: I have the ambulance on speed dial...
Tony: hormonal pregnant assassin!
Natasha: I will ceiling you...
Tony: aww but you wouldn't want to hurt the tiny assassin baby now would you?
Natasha: stark...do us all a favor and shut your mouth!
Tony: make me!
Natasha: ohh I'll make you alright!
Tony: OHMYGODSHESONTHECIELING
(Tony is offline and probably needing medical care)
Natasha: you screw with the bull you get the horns!
Bruce: that deteriorated rather quickly...
Clint: it generally does when you're dealing with our favorite Russian spy...
Natasha: :D I love u Clint
Pepper: I'm off to take tony to the medics...
Clint: me and Tasha have an ultrasound to get to!
(Clint and Natasha are offline)
(Pepper is offline)
(Everyone is offline)
