Avengers Texts

Part 47: Natasha Finds a New Child

Tony: So for once, we actually have to do something 

Natasha: Whyyyyy? 

Tony: Because they told me that we had to 

Natasha: But I don't want to right now. 

Tony: Why not? 

Natasha: F i g h t m e T o n y 

Bruce: Who told you we had to do what? 

Tony: They just told me that the orders came from someone with higher level clearance. It's annoying 

Coulson: I told him. 

Natasha: ;ADFJ ASLK;F 

Tony: YOU'RE ALIVE?!! 

Steve: YOU'RE ALIVE!!! 

Bruce: WHY DID NOBODY TELL US YOU WERE ALIVE!! 

Coulson: I'm going to let Fury answer that one. 

Tony: FURY!!!!!!!!!!! 

-Fury has left the chat_ 

Tony: GOD DAMN IT 

Clint: YOU'RE ALIVE!!!!!!!!!! 

Natasha: YOU- YOU'RE- 

Coulson: Actually alive. I'm aware. 

Thor: YOU ARE ALIVE!!!! 

Coulson: Tell your brother he's an ass. 

Thor: I BELIEVE THAT HE KNOWS THIS FACT 

Coulson: I can understand this is probably pretty shocking, but I'm actually about to get shot at right now, so I'm going to have to leave. 

Coulson: Fitz should explain everything. 

Clint: Wait, who's Fitz? 

Coulson: He's an engineer. 

-Coulson has left the chat- 

-Fitz has entered the chat-

Fitz: Um. Well then. Hello. 

Natasha: Hi there. 

Fitz: I'm not entirely sure what this is. Coulson added me in here an told me to explain things. Who are you? 

Tony: Bitch, I'm fabulous, that's what I am. 

Steve: I apologize for the idiot over there 

Clint: This is the Avengers private text group that every single person on the planet seems to be able to hack. Hey there. 

Fitz: ?! 

Bruce: Did he not tell you that you were supposed to talk to us? 

Fitz: He, uh, um, well 

Bruce: I'll take that as a no. 

Thor: WELCOME, ENGINEER. WOULD YOU LIKE A POPTART? 

Fitz: Ah 

Fitz: A poptart? 

Thor: YES. 

Fitz: The crown prince of Asgard just offered me a poptart. 

Tony: He's always like this 

Tony: So what's this thing that we're supposed to do? 

Fitz: Oh. Yeah. Well, it's actually just you I was supposed to talk to. I think. 

Natasha: I feel ignored 

Steve: Tasha, stop it. 

Fitz: No offense