15th Command; text

[aggravating]

[So just a short while after this starts happening, a nice text message is being posted to the network.]

COME ONE, COME ALL
TO THE FIGHT OF THE CENTURY

Have you ever wondered what an actual red-blooded American Hero duking it out with a little more red-blooded Russian superspy would look like?

Have you ever wanted to just sit and watch as (this one's for you, ladies) one ridiculously muscled, eagle calling Adonis trades blows with a curvy, well-endowed, red-headed killing machine? Blows that might end up with one or both parties pinned and sweaty to the mat?

Then look no further, because this is a show that's currently happening in the gym. Unfortunately, you snooze you lose. So if you want in? Better come prepared with some sort of ticket trade-in. Energy drinks and random pieces of metal might land you up in the front rows. Sneak me some booze and you'll end up so close you're practically getting punched in the face.

Comments

[Private -> Spam?]

[persuadeyou]

Here's a bit of free advice, Stark. Ignore those instincts. [And she's killing the feed to go find him. She will not stop until she has punched him. B|]

[Private -> Spam!]

[aggravating]

Mmmm, gonna have to go with impossible, the instincts are too str- [Wait did she just- did Natasha just hang up on him?

... If he tries to circle back to his room and barricade himself in, will he survive?]

[Spam!]

[persuadeyou]

[He'll survive either way, but not without bleeding and bruising. :| She's already on his trail, and if he turns the next corner she will be right. There. What's up Tony, did you order a fist in your face? Because that's on the menu today.]

[Spam!]

[aggravating]

[Yeah he totally thinks he's making it out of here relatively unscathed. That he's being sneaky and clever and she couldn't possibly be right there and punching him in the face and wow that hurt.

He'll just be falling on his ass - for effect only he swears - and rubbing his jaw and why does this keep happening to him?]

Uh. Party foul. [Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow] That was definitely not a proportionate response.

[Spam!]

[persuadeyou]

[She looms over him, fist still clenched and still raised, and she is seriously considering hitting him again, would that be a proportionate response?

Instead she drops her arm and leans forward so he can see that she isn't dicking around or just doing this for kicks.]

I know secrecy is a foreign language to you, Stark, and I don't care if you want to spill your secrets to any asshole who feels like listening.

[She crouches, grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him closer to make her point that much more palpable.] But if I wanted everyone to see me fight for real, I'd have arranged it myself. Now the five people who knew what I'm capable of have become everyone on this ship.

Next time you think you think something like this is a good idea, just remember that I'll break your leg. [It's almost flippant, the way she says it - oh yeah just gonna break your leg, nbd. But she's really serious. Don't fuck with her Tony. B(]