Clint: I bet none of you can't get Nat to give you the remote
Tony: bet, are you gonna try as well
Clint: sure
Bruce: I'm in
Steve: sure
Thor: ok
They all walk into the movie room where Natasha is on the couch watching buzz feed unsolved
Tony: give me the remote
Nat: give me a reason I shouldn't shoot you
Bruce: can I have the remote
Nat: can I cut off all of your limbs
Thor: may I have the remote lady Romanoff
Nat: may I murder you
Steve: can I please have the remote
Nat: can I please stab you in the face
Clint: hey Nat I'll trade you three chocolate bars for the remote
Nat: 10
Clint: I've got five now but I'll buy you the rest tomorrow
Nat: works for me
She walks over to the couch Clint had sat down on and sits on his lap and hands him the remote
Tony: how the hell
Nat: one word, cycle
Clint: your chocolate bars
He hands her, her chocolate bars and lays down with her