Post by Kappa on Jan 19, 2022 19:36:44 GMT
1️⃣ Natasha Romanoff
😇Happy: 56 years old, Head of Security at Stark Industries
Peter Parker sits at the kitchen table, his head low, his fork smashing his mash potatoes, avoiding the kissy sounds from his Aunt May and her current girlfriend, Natasha Romanoff. Known commonly as Happy, head of security at Stark Industries, a big, intimidating woman with a white streak in her red locks, on scar on her left cheek, a just a tad on the chunky side. Dressed in black suit, she contrasts Aunt May's more colorful attire.
"This is great meatloaf, pumpkin." Natasha winks, her voice husky, a light Russian Accent on display as her big, strong hand lands on May's thigh.
Aunt May giggles, a mature Marisa Tomei in looks, blushing lightly as she playfully spoon feeds Happy a big chunk of meatloaf coated in a brown sugar ketchup based sauce.
The sweetest giving Happy pure delight.
"So, Pete, how's school?" Natasha inquires.
Peter is silent.
"Peter, sweetie, Happy asked how's school?"
"Uh... good." Peter says meekly.
"And how's working with the Young Avengers. That Ms Marvel seems to have liking to you." Natasha teases.
"Happy!" Aunt May tuts.
"What? She's cute!" Natasha insists. "If I was 40 years younger!"
Aunt May playfully slaps Natasha on the arm.
"I'm just saying, Pete, go for it. You have so much in common. Superpowers, nerd stuff, Cold Play. I know for a fact Kamala loves Cold Play!"
Peter shrugs.
"... I don't know."
"Kids." Natasha giggles. "Romance is so awkward when you're young. Fun, but so awkward!"
As Aunt May gives her lover a light peck on the lips, Peter can't help but finding that display, albeit sweet, just as awkward.
Life as Spider-Man is definitely opening new doors lately!
😈Madame Widow: 76 years old, Crime Lord
An Elderly Woman sits in a bingo parlor, her slender body wrapped in a purple vest with a t-shirt displaying an adorable calico kitten, her white hair with a streak of dulling red, topped with a visor, sitting on a rascal, her table cluttered with bingo cards, her musk a combination of icy hot and tobacco.
"Madame Widow." A Big Man with green skin in a blue suit says with deep respect in his voice.
"Thompson, you know it's bingo night." Madame Widow says with an adorably sweet and innocent grandma tone. No one would ever suspect she's one of New York's most ruthless crime bosses.
"Sorry, Ma'am, just wanted to let ya know we got Spider-Man."
"B-7. B-7."
Natasha lifts her wrinkled arm upwards, smashing her stamper down on several cards, shaking her head.
"What did I say about Spider-Man?" Natasha tuts. "Leave the poor boy alone! I owe the dear a favor after he helped my sweet little grandniece out the other day."
"But..."
"But nothing!" Natasha slams her hand on the table, scarring Thompson.
"Do you want me to cut off the other ball?" Natasha glares.
"N-No." Thompson stammers.
"Good. Then focus on the drug trade, keep an eye on Norman, and let Spider-Man continue to be a friendly neighborhood spider. Or I might just see how far I cram this stamper up your butthole!" Natasha giggles.
... One thing is for certain, never get on Madame Widow's bad side. Ever.
😇Happy: 56 years old, Head of Security at Stark Industries
Peter Parker sits at the kitchen table, his head low, his fork smashing his mash potatoes, avoiding the kissy sounds from his Aunt May and her current girlfriend, Natasha Romanoff. Known commonly as Happy, head of security at Stark Industries, a big, intimidating woman with a white streak in her red locks, on scar on her left cheek, a just a tad on the chunky side. Dressed in black suit, she contrasts Aunt May's more colorful attire.
"This is great meatloaf, pumpkin." Natasha winks, her voice husky, a light Russian Accent on display as her big, strong hand lands on May's thigh.
Aunt May giggles, a mature Marisa Tomei in looks, blushing lightly as she playfully spoon feeds Happy a big chunk of meatloaf coated in a brown sugar ketchup based sauce.
The sweetest giving Happy pure delight.
"So, Pete, how's school?" Natasha inquires.
Peter is silent.
"Peter, sweetie, Happy asked how's school?"
"Uh... good." Peter says meekly.
"And how's working with the Young Avengers. That Ms Marvel seems to have liking to you." Natasha teases.
"Happy!" Aunt May tuts.
"What? She's cute!" Natasha insists. "If I was 40 years younger!"
Aunt May playfully slaps Natasha on the arm.
"I'm just saying, Pete, go for it. You have so much in common. Superpowers, nerd stuff, Cold Play. I know for a fact Kamala loves Cold Play!"
Peter shrugs.
"... I don't know."
"Kids." Natasha giggles. "Romance is so awkward when you're young. Fun, but so awkward!"
As Aunt May gives her lover a light peck on the lips, Peter can't help but finding that display, albeit sweet, just as awkward.
Life as Spider-Man is definitely opening new doors lately!
😈Madame Widow: 76 years old, Crime Lord
An Elderly Woman sits in a bingo parlor, her slender body wrapped in a purple vest with a t-shirt displaying an adorable calico kitten, her white hair with a streak of dulling red, topped with a visor, sitting on a rascal, her table cluttered with bingo cards, her musk a combination of icy hot and tobacco.
"Madame Widow." A Big Man with green skin in a blue suit says with deep respect in his voice.
"Thompson, you know it's bingo night." Madame Widow says with an adorably sweet and innocent grandma tone. No one would ever suspect she's one of New York's most ruthless crime bosses.
"Sorry, Ma'am, just wanted to let ya know we got Spider-Man."
"B-7. B-7."
Natasha lifts her wrinkled arm upwards, smashing her stamper down on several cards, shaking her head.
"What did I say about Spider-Man?" Natasha tuts. "Leave the poor boy alone! I owe the dear a favor after he helped my sweet little grandniece out the other day."
"But..."
"But nothing!" Natasha slams her hand on the table, scarring Thompson.
"Do you want me to cut off the other ball?" Natasha glares.
"N-No." Thompson stammers.
"Good. Then focus on the drug trade, keep an eye on Norman, and let Spider-Man continue to be a friendly neighborhood spider. Or I might just see how far I cram this stamper up your butthole!" Natasha giggles.
... One thing is for certain, never get on Madame Widow's bad side. Ever.