So apparently black widows make really shitty-looking webs so now I’ve got this headcanon that Nat is a total slob wherever she’s living at any given moment and whenever Bucky is over there he’s like noooooooo ; A ; and compulsively starts cleaning
i fucking hate when iphone users add me to group chats w/o telling me so i get 40 texts from random ass numbers since i dont have a goddamn iphone and now my phones blowing up from all these random ppl!! rly fun
“babe it’s too scary!” you hear michael yell from the kitchen. you were sitting on the couch in your pajamas watching saturday morning cartoons like you’d always done since childhood, and michael had insisted that he would make bacon on the stove. you had thanked him for the kind gesture but you knew the popping grease would make him wimp out. you smirked as you stood up to walk to the kitchen, hearing michael quietly yelp every time a little grease would pop.
“michael, just do it in the microwave,” you said, getting the bacon tray out of the cabinet. “that way we don’t risk a grease fire,” you said with a chuckle. “besides, it will taste just as good.”
“nooo it won’t (y/n), don’t make me do that!” michael whined as you turned off the stove and put more bacon onto the tray and into the microwave. michael sat at the bar with his arms crossed and wouldn’t stop pouting until you pulled the bacon out of the microwave minutes later and he had a piece and realized it was better than he thought it’d be.