You know what I find truly remarkable about this scene? Is not just that she JUMPS OFF A SPEEDING ALIEN VEHICLE HUNDREDS OF FEET ABOVE THE GROUND but that she knows the EXACT MOMENT to make the jump to not only hit the roof (which, at that height and speed is an incredibly small target) but to hit it at a point where she isn’t going to a) immediately crash into a wall or b) be carried by her momentum over the other side and down a gazillion stories to the ground.
Natasha had to calculate IN HER HEAD IN THE MIDDLE OF A BATTLE the velocity of the alien vehicle, the size of Stark Tower’s roof, how high she was above it (so she wasn’t so high she’d be killed just by the fall to the roof), how long it would take her to make the jump successfully, what position to hit the roof in to minimize the physical damage, possibly even half a dozen other things. A miscalculation either way—too soon or too late—would’ve killed her.
Yeah, when she describes someone genius-level smart in CA:TWS as “slightly smarter than her but only slightly,” she’s NOT KIDDING. Natasha is probably either just as or very nearly as smart as Bruce or Tony or Jane or Betty, her training just meant those smarts were put to use in a different way. And that it’s something she’s trained to manipulate people’s expectations of, just like with her sex. IMO, if Natasha asks to have something explained, it’s not because she doesn’t understand, it’s because she doesn’t want the person she’s asking to KNOW she understands. Because her stock in trade is getting people to underestimate her and then using that against them. And this scene is the proof. Because when no one is watching, she is BRILLIANT.
Shots fired, shade thrown
From Secret Avengers #5, drawn by Mike Walsh, colored by Matt Wilson, written by…me.
Sounds like a job for zoologist!Clint. ;)
"Natasha, this is not funny!” He scrambled desperately with the toes of his chunky boots kicking uselessly against the ice, a mantra of don’t look down don’t look don’t look don’t look or you will fall down and die and orcas will feast on you don’t look down running through his head on repeat. He could feel his grip beginning to slip. Sweat slid down his thermal underwear. “Nat! Help.”
"Clint." Her voice was so calm that it cut through his panic. He turned his head to see her sitting on the edge of the cliff, gnawing on a mostly-frozen protein bar. One lock of red hair had escaped her hood. "Look down."
"If I look down, I’ll fall and I’ll—" It occurred to him that she was being rather blase about him falling to his death, and for all of her stoic Russianness, that was actually a little out of character for her.
So he looked down, sheepishly.
The base of the cliff was two feet under his boots. Even more embarrassing, a little chinstrap penguin was standing a few feet away, its head cocked as it looked up at him. He stared at the penguin. The penguin stared back.
When he looked back at Natasha, she had her camera out. “Smile!” she said, and Clint grimaced.
The penguin chirped. Clint couldn’t tell for sure, but it certainly sounded like laughter. With a sigh, he dropped to the ground. He barely kicked up any of the permafrost. “How much for your silence?” he asked both to the bird and to his partner.
"Nothing you could possibly offer would prevent me from showing this to the entire base," Natasha said, grinning as she framed up the camera to take a picture of Clint’s new friend.
When he looked to the bird for help, it only chirped again.
"Great," Clint said. "Just great."
The Avengers: Age of Ultron; First Official Stills [x]
"Who is this?" "The good-looking guy in the sunglasses at your ten o’clock."
FUNKO FINALLY DID IT OH MY GOD I AM SO HAPPY GIVE IT TO ME NOW.
I NEED FIVE
NATASHA NEEDS A COMPANION.
Can you imagine Clint having to deal with both Nyssa and Natasha? They’re both probably giant trolls with unrelenting philosophies. He’d be gibbering within a week,
I don’t remember what this is for, but I think it’s one of those what would you have me write memes. Yes, I’m cleaning out my ask box tonight. This would be so much fun to write, and it kind of already is in progress. I mean, friends make each other bleed all the time and that leads to lifelong buddyships, right??
"I have lived most of my life surrounded by my enemies. I would be grateful to die among my friends."
..flanter? What is this “flanter” you speak of? *curious*
From my fic, Hyperfocal Distance:
“Flanter on your own time. Thanks to the orders sent down by Editor Hill, I had to cancel a date over this case, and I don’t want to be reminded of all of the sex I’m not getting, okay?”
“Flanter?” Clint asked.
“Flirt, banter, whatever it is you two do.”