[Natasha pulls the blade away as he hisses, eyebrows going up just a tick.]
Don't be a baby, Stark.
[She lets go of his arm and steps back, reaching in her pocket for her tablet as she smiles.]
Sit down. [The spiders paralyze as they work, and they don't need him falling over from a standing position. As she taps away a message on the tablet, she continues, voice still dry:] I'd like to add that you can't use this as an excuse to withhold my raise.
[She's glad he's here too, though. Message sent, Natasha positions herself by one of the vents to wait.]
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Don't be a baby, Stark.
[She lets go of his arm and steps back, reaching in her pocket for her tablet as she smiles.]
Sit down. [The spiders paralyze as they work, and they don't need him falling over from a standing position. As she taps away a message on the tablet, she continues, voice still dry:] I'd like to add that you can't use this as an excuse to withhold my raise.
[She's glad he's here too, though. Message sent, Natasha positions herself by one of the vents to wait.]