"Natasha!"
"For the love of Thor Wilson! LEAVE. ME. ALONE."
"Nat… please." Sam begged as he ambushed Natasha in an elevator. She'd been avoiding him for about a week after his constant nagging for help that was, quite frankly, not needed.
Natasha sighed as she continued, "I don't understand you Sam, you're not exactly Steve when it comes to talking to women, so why ask for my help?"
Sam quirked his eyebrow, "You do realize the irony of that, seeing how you and Uncle Sam are the "It" couple of New York"
"and you see the irony in referring to him as Uncle Sam"
"Ughh!" Sam groaned, "good grief Lucy. But seriously, you're the smartest person I know, could you maybe do some recon, collect a little intel? ..i really like her Nat"
"But…"
"You know her, she's.. 'a lot', and I just don't want to put my foot in my mouth, at least not right away"
"Eww enough, fine I'll help you Wilson but you birdboys are going to stop coming to me with all you're hopeless problems"
"Hey Tash," Clint started as he walked into the gym, "could you…"
"NO!"
"Geez Falc, what's her deal?"
'Oh and you two, yeah you can't hang out anymore" Natasha responded.
"The hell? OW! Nat stop, OW! I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING! Okay! I'm leaving, I'm leaving"