"Delete that now!" with Sam!
You dropped to the ground, looking under the couch once again. One hundred fucking floors in this god damn tower and you had managed to lose your phone on one of them and you didn’t know which one. Doing another lap around the kitchen you finally spotted an iPhone in a blue case and jumped for joy. You snatched it up, putting it securely in your pocket before finally running off to go shopping with Natasha.
You guys had spent the whole day out and about in the city just having a nice girl’s day when you finally returned home that evening, exhausted and completely shopped out. When you felt the phone in your pocket buzz. You pulled out and scrunched your face at the name that popped up.
“Who the hell is Brian and why do I have his number?” You asked Nat.
“Oh, is that the guy from the bar last week?” She piped up, looking over your shoulder.
“What guy at the bar?” You quirked your brow at her.
“Oh sweetie.” She cocked her head. “Just answer it, he was cute!”
“Hello?” You pulled the phone to your ear.
“Um, hello? Who is this?” The man on the other end asked.
“What do you mean who is this? You called me.” You snapped.
“No, I called Sam. Do you know where he is?” You pulled the phone away from your face, finally inspecting it more closely.
“Oh my god. I’m so sorry, I must have grabbed his phone by mistake. I’ll have him call you back when I find him. Again, I’m so sorry!” You hung up, completely mortified as Nat laughed in your face.
“I have your phone!” Sam yelled as the elevator doors opened.
“And I have your phone!” You yelled back.
You accidentally clicked the side button, making the lock screen light up and your eyes go wide. Sam’s lock screen appeared to be a picture of you bent over in your stealth suit. You turned the lit screen around to face him, your face still riddled with shock. His expression quickly mirrored yours as he saw what you were looking at.
“You wanna explain?” You inquired, shaking the phone in your hand.
“Not really if I’m being honest.” He smiled innocently at you.
“Delete it now!” You said sternly, holding tightly on the phone as he tried to take it from your hand.
He used both hands to pry your fingers off the phone one by one. As soon as he got ahold of it he took off running.
“Dammit Sam! Delete that photo!” You ran after him.
“Never!” He yelled, laughing.
You stopped in your tracks once you were far enough away from Nat and the others. “If you delete it, I’ll let you take a better one.”
That stopped him.