Author's Note: Shout out to the two people who reviewed my little story thus far! You guys rock. This is my last quick read; just know that it's about to go DOWN. I hope you all enjoy it!
Tony had pushed for her to stay late and have a drink with him and Pepper, so after weeks of making excuses that were almost nonsensical, Natasha gave in. She was in their living room, laughing at an insult Pepper said to Tony, when her phone buzzed.
New message from Steve R: Is Pluto not a planet anymore?
She hid the confused, yet amused look on her face and took a sip of her red wine before she typed a reply.
N: A dwarf planet.
S: That's really incredulous.
N: Like this convo? Also, dipping into your dictionary again I see?
S: It helps expand my otherwise "outdated" vocabulary.
N: I told Fury to just give you a Benz.
S: Why?
Natasha rolled her eyes.
N: That was supposed to be a joke, but it went over your head.
S: Sorry.
"Oh come on, what could be more interesting than me," Tony said, reaching towards Natasha to swipe her phone. In one move, she put her wine glass down on the coffee table then caught Tony's hand.
"None of your business".
"It is when you aren't paying attention to my very engaging story about meeting the pope."
Pepper snickered and Natasha raised her eyebrows.
"Exactly how engaging was this?"
Tony's face was blank but Natasha knew him well enough to know he was stumped.
"Okay, you got me. It's cool; just proceed to text your side piece and ignore the real loves of your life, sitting here in this room, sharing a very expensive drink with you."
The redheaded avenger smirked then got back to her conversation via text.
N: It's okay, this is expected from a 95 year-old.
S: I guess so. Thank God I have you, right?
There were very few things in life that made Natasha Romanoff smile like an absolute idiot. This, against her honest will, was one of them.
N: Thank God.
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