Natasha threw up.
John was responsible.
She braced herself against a tree, feeling like a sock tossed into a washing machine and sent tumbling through three and a half spins.
Even a professionally trained agent with her combat experience puked her guts out.
"Click."
She turned to see John holding a camera. "A keepsake," he said innocently.
Natasha glared daggers at him. "You'd better delete that."
"Not a chance."
He pulled out a photograph and grinned. "Polaroid. Take it, get it instantly."
He waved the photo to help it develop, studied it for a moment, then showed it to Natasha.
"Won't you get vomit in your hair like that?"
Natasha wanted to kill John with her eyes.
This bastard!
"Shh-" Seeing that she was about to speak, John made a shushing gesture.
He pointed ahead.
Iron Man and Thor dropped from the sky, locked in a tight grapple.
The two were arguing over who got to take Loki.
Thor hurled his hammer, sending Tony flying straight through a tree.
"His armor has excellent shock absorption," John commented as he watched the Avengers' big three fight among themselves. "That new energy source really improved its performance."
He and Natasha lay in a bush, their hands still cuffed together.
Seeing that John still had the leisure to offer commentary, Natasha asked, "Aren't you going to stop them?"
"What? Me?" John blinked. "One of them is my competitor, and the other is an alien. How am I supposed to stop them?"
"Aren't you a wizard?" Natasha demanded in exasperation. "Use your magic."
"Sorry, you cuffed my dominant hand." John raised his cuffed left hand and said with great regret, "My hands are tied."
Natasha immediately began searching for the key. John opened his right hand. "Looking for this?"
John had already casually pocketed