Y/N: Remember that one time when I apologized to you?
Natasha: No, when was that?
Y/N: Oh my goodness, can we please stop talking about it? You get the point.
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Y/N: We just crashed the car, didn't we?
Natasha: We?
Y/N: I had to try.
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Wanda: *gets a text* Oh! It's Natasha.
Y/N, excitedly: Did she get me the stuff?
Wanda: Yeah, she says she got you the clown costume, the power drill, and 12 gallons of blood.
Y/N: Wow! Where'd she find 12 gallons of fake blood?
Wanda: You wanted fake blood?
Y/N:
Wanda: I'll go call Natasha.
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*on a mission*
Natasha: Y/N, stand up!
Y/N: Forget about me, Nat! Save yourself!
Natasha: Y/N, seriously stand up.
Y/N: Okay.
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Natasha: The best agents can do the most with the least.
Y/N: Good, because that's pretty much all I've got.
