I was drunk while writing this. I'm sorry it's not on time at all.
Storming into the 3rd safe house this evening Natasha could finally hear the two people she had been looking for since this morning. Faltering her loud stomping she could faintly hear laughing followed by small clicks and crunches. Narrowing her eyes she creeps towards the living room where the voices of Maria and Clint are.
Sitting crossed legged on the ground Maria slouched further over her red controller before haphazardly leaning forcefully onto Clint who failed to push her back off of him.
"Gah! Mar-s-Left! Guy on the left!" Was all he could slur out before aggressively pressing on the controller.
Snickering Maria jerks back to her poor-postured sitting looking more confused by the second as she starts smashing a button.
"I don't know what you're talkin' about. There is no guy- Woah!"
Both sit up straight as a faint bomb sound rings out from the TV. Clint slowly starts to lean over on his left before trying to smack Maria's arm in alarm pointing loosely at the screen.
"Shoot the guy on the left! On the left!"
Trying to shove Clint with her shoulder Maria smirks as gun shot sounds come nonstop from the TV. Faintly they could even hear other players start cursing over the loud gun shots. Her smirk only widens as the clicks on the controller became more rapid.
"Shut up, Barton! I got this already." He throws his hands in the air before picking up a nearly empty vodka bottle that was nestled in-between them. Wobbling slightly he sloppily takes a swig cringing before handing it over to Maria who had just got done winning the game. Doing nearly the same thing as Clint she slowly sets it back down between them.
Walking more into the living room area Natasha looks around at the empty bags of pretzels and chips feeling as if she'd been left out of something. Scanning over Clint and Maria's bodies and the video game she cocks her hip before speaking to the noticeably drunk media proclaimed hero's.
"Clint, Maria, I tried to text and since when do you guys play a video game together?"
While both are staring at Natasha they easily click both controllers start buttons making a new game start up. Clint simply gives her a big smile and a shrug before looking at the screen pressing a few buttons. Maria presses a random button while still looking at Natasha smiling. Even while drunk Maria still would try to give Natasha all of her attention because it's what she thought she deserved after everything. Teasing happens to be an easy way for the two to show affection even if it was very inconvenient. Struggling to face Natasha more Maria tries ignoring the back of Clint's hand smacking her arm.
"Games. We are-"
Abruptly interrupting Maria, Clint obnoxiously yells out loud to annoy her since she's ignoring their game. Rapidly smashing buttons he watches on in horror.
"Farmers! Wha- No!" Throwing his black controller in the air it crushes back down next to him.
Slowly turning around Maria watched Clint's character die by friendly fire on his death cam. Grabbing the vodka bottle between them she drinks the rest and smiles smugly.
"Haha! Ya' fucking loser that's what you get for making that awful joke."
Growling faintly Natasha walks up closer to the drunken duo.
"Hey! You two need to shape up we-"
Maria's head loosely snaps back to Natasha causing a wave of dizziness. She stares into her girlfriends green eyes looking frighteningly pale before regaining colour and smiling affectionately.
"No thanks, Babe. I'm doing O-kay here." Maria carefully looks back at the TV trying to avoid getting dizzy. A smirk appears on her face as a few explosion sounds ring out. "Yes! Ka-Fucking-Boom motherfuckers!"
Clint's mouth drops slightly as he blinks wildly at the TV screen. He sways faintly before leaning on the couch to stead himself. "How?!" He yelled out after finally processing what happened in the game.
Watching both of them sway and dip trying to stay sitting up Natasha kicks a few empty cans of beer around trying to stand in front of the duo drunkards source of entertainment.
"No more alcohol for the both of you. We really need to go. Now. Furry-"
Clint lets his body slam to the ground getting a better view of the now blocked TV. Groaning out he kicks his legs out over Maria's. Starring intensely at the blocked TV Maria ignores Clint using her as a leg rest and smiles warmly.
"Nope. I'm off the clock." She says as her eyes narrow trying to keep playing as Natasha walks closer to the TV succeeding in blocking more of the screen.
Craning his neck out Clint teasingly joins in.
"Same here."
Growling out in frustration Natasha stalks around the entertainment piece looking for the gaming consoles power chord.
"Maria, Clint, get up! We-"
Maria carefully watches Natasha look for the neatly organised chords. Appreciating her girlfriends back side she quickly smirks deviously before vaguely returning her attention to the TV.
"We need more scotch? Yes. We need more food? Yeah. We need more- I see you, Barton!"
"No!" He yells out trying to jump up. In his struggle he had managed to kill Maria's character and escape from 3 others on the opposing team. Finally standing up and impressively impersonating the Leaning Tower of Pisa he got to watch Natasha angrily push the TV over and shoot it. Devastated he tossed the controller behind him.
Raising an eyebrow Maria carefully starts to stand up while trying to calmly talk to Natasha. Realising a bit too late that her teasing had gone passed poking fun.
"Oh,...so why break our TV?"
Flopping onto the couch Clint whines out loudly.
"I was finally gonna win, Natasha!" Wide eyed he groans clenching his stomach tightly before closing his eyes. Maria, using the couches arm rest as support, looks down at Clint then at Natasha who is slightly warping into a fuzzy fun mirror like image.
"You're both going to be useless! Why, of all the days there are in a year, did you start drinking heavily today?"
Blinking heavily and swaying even more Maria tried to shrug confidently at Natasha. All the alcohol she had was working even faster after standing up. Leaning more onto the couch her vision started turning watery.
"He brought over a PlayStation and I miss playing video games. There is no crime in that." Was all she slurred out before Clint leaned over the couch throwing up all over the ground and near Natasha's shoes.
"...An hour to shape up, Commander." Was all Maria heard before stumbling backwards crashing into a house plant. Natasha quickly pulled her up before laughing hard.
Natasha's eyes sparkled with amusement as she tried keeping her drunk girlfriend up who'd just very nearly passed out.
"I've got some good blackmail on you now, Love."
Maria simply groaned and leaned heavily on Natasha's smaller forum.
"Whatever."