This is my first (published) story, and I might make it a drabble series if anyone wants me to. Actually, I'd probably make it a drabble thingy even if no one but me wanted to, but anyway, reviews will be sophisticatedly and calmly accepted, and will definitely not be responded to with a small screaming fit. Oh! I also have no idea whatsoever what happened in Budapest. And! I don't own the Avengers. :(:)
Natasha slowly edges along the precipice on top of the entirely too tall structure. What was she thinking, agreeing to this absolutely insane "mission"?
No mentally sound person would even imagine climbing up a ninety-three story building.
"You doing all right over there, Nat?" she hears Clint yell.
"Yes, I am perfectly all right, barring the fact that I'm probably going to die sometime in the next five minutes."
"Aww, don't be such a downer, Natasha! This isn't the worst situation we've ever been in, is it? At least it's nothing like Budapest, right?" Clint sees Natasha's expression and slowly starts edging as far away from her as possible while standing on a precipice barely big enough for them both to stand on.
"Actually, Clint, this is exactly like Budapest, as you got us into a stupid, idiotic, life-threatening situation which we have NO foreseeable way of getting out of!"
Natasha is giving Clint the "run if you value your life" look, but for some reason, Clint just does not get it.
"Well, Budapest wasn't completely my fault. It was mostly those crazies chasing us. But why haven't you thought of a way to get us off of this thing? You are the one who got us out of Budapest." Clint realizes that this was completely the wrong thing to say...right after he said it. Natasha's eyes are blazing as she starts yelling at Clint.
"Why haven't I thought of a way to get us off of here? Please, correct me if I'm mistaken, but which grand idiot's idea was it to TP the Avengers Tower in the FIRST PLACE?!"