[Unable to find Steve, Bucky or T’Challa]
Natasha: Well, this calls for drastic measures. *proceeds to yank Tony’s pants down, causing Tony to shriek and Clint to scream in the distance*
Tony: Why the fuck -
Natasha: *cups her hands together* Tony has his pants down!
[sound of a stampede getting closer, children screaming, babies crying, women fainting, and men turning gay as Steve, Bucky & T’Challa run towards them]
Natasha: There they are.
Tony: *glaring and struggling to pull his pants back up* Couldn’t you have done that without actually pulling my pants down?
Natasha: I like the view.