
tony & natasha, road trip
"So... this isn't a set-up? You're not, like, taking me off into the desert to make it easier to hide my body? You actually are proposing a road trip?"
Natasha sighed. "Tony, if I were going to kill you, I would have not have to drag your corpse out into the desert to get away with it."
Tony narrowed his eyes. "Romanoff, if that was meant to be comforting, you failed. You failed miserably."
Natasha grinned, showing all her teeth. "Who said I was being comforting?"
"You know," he said, flapping his hand around, "you and Pepper hooking up is actually kind of terrifying, since she has hundreds of reasons to want to kill me, and you have hundreds of ways to do the deed."
"Only hundreds?" She stepped closer and planted a chaste kiss on Tony's cheek. "Oh, how you underestimate me." She continued walking away, her back to Tony, so he couldn't see her grin.