Hey! Welcome to chapter two.

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"Goddammit." Natasha growled, frustrated as she pushed her hair off her face and bent down to pick up the phone she'd just knocked onto the ground.

She examined it critically, sighing again as she tried to turn it on.

"Yeah, fucking brilliant." She muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose.

It wasn't like she used the phone for much, it was an old make and held barely anything, but it was still annoying.

She'd woken up on the wrong side of bed for sure, and this was just the aggravating cherry on top of an awful day.

She knew Shield would pay for a new one, probably a really good new one, but she liked her old make. It was simple to use, easy to send messages and make calls. The camera was decent and she could still play games on it when bored. She didn't want any of the no hands, speech to text crap, call her old fashioned.

Grimacing, she shoved the useless thing in her bsck pocket and went on with her day.

...

A couple of Shield meetings later, Natasha trudged through the doors of the tower, her 'don't piss me off' look on her face.

It was supposed to be movie night and although she wasn't in the mood, it was the one night they all made sure to get together. Plus Thor was supposed to be dropping by a couple of days, and she had missed him.

"Hey Red, where've you been?" Tony, leaning against the door frame, raised his eyebrow.

"Shield, why?" She sighed, one hand on the back of her neck.

"Tried calling you, we were ordering food." He grinned. "Since you didn't answer, we just went with pizza."

"That's fine." She shrugged.

"Shield so interesting you didn't want to answer my amazingness?"

"Pretty sure that's not a word, Stark. And I wasn't ignoring you, I broke my phone." She sighed, pulling it from her pocket and showing him the shattered screen.

"It was so slow, you got annoyed and threw it?" He quipped, easy smile on his face.

"Hey, my phone was perfectly fine." Natasha defended her beloved old phone. "I don't need any of that Stark crap." She huffed.

Tony pretended to be offended. "Little red, I'm wounded." He held out his hand. "Let me play around with it, I'm sure I can fix it."

Natasha hummed and raised her eyebrow. "I don't know. Are you just gonna replace I with the Stark phone?"

"Tasha Tasha, c'mon, before I even made the Stark phones, I learned how to fix things." His hand was still held out.

"Fine." She passed the phone over. "No snooping."

"Why Natasha, am I to gather that there are naughty pictures on here?" He smirked.

"Stark!" Natasha growled, not really angry. "Just fix it."

"Yes ma'am!" Tony saluted, grinning.

Natasha rolled her eyes and stalked off to her room.

...

An hour later, in comfy clothes, feet up on Clint's lap and pizza on her lap, Natasha finally felt better.

They were bickering over what to watch when Tony swept in and placed a parcel next to Natasha, bright pink bow and all.

The redhead nodded and thanked him, grimacing at the bow.

"Do I even want to know why you have pink ribbon laying around?"

"That would be telling." Tony winked, sitting next to Bruce and snagging a pizza box.

"What is that?" Clint, ever nosey, prodded at the paper.

"Broke my phone. Tony said he'd fix it."

She shrugged, pulling the paper open. She wasn't really expecting her phone there, more like an old Stark phone or something.

"Oh." She said softly, picking up what was undeniably her phone, screen fixed.

"I did say." Tony murmured around a mouthful of pizza.

Natasha turned the phone on, finding her apps all in little folders.

"I did add more memory. Y'know, for your naughty pictures."

Natasha growled and beside Bruce, Steve choked on his food, flushing violently.

Clint perked up. "Naughty pictures?"

"Keep it in your pants, Clint." Natasha warned as she flicked through her phone.

Everything was still there, but when she opened up the gallery, there was a series of ridiculous selfies.

"You're actually a child, Stark." Natasha chuckled, smiling over at him.

"The opportunity presented itself. But I swear I didn't look at any of your pictures. But the games really, Kwazy Cupcakes?" He laughed.

"Shut up." She hissed. "It's fun!"

"Sure, little red." Tony grinned.

"I hate you."

"Nah, you really don't." He blew her a kiss and turned to the tv.

"Now, who wants to watch Mean Girls?"

/thanks for reading everyone! Kudos and comments are love and bonus points in anyone knows where I pulled Kwazy Cupcakes fromā¤