"Oh, come off it, when in your life have you ever used the word "fine" in an appropriate context?" If his words didn't make her feel murderous enough, having to tug on the door and realize that he'd penned her up in the bathroom like she was some sort of rabid dog was enough to make Natasha let out a growl. An actual growl, so maybe the rabid dog analogy wasn't entirely off the mark. Her cheeks were flushed with anger, her hair still a wet mess of sopping, matted down curls as she yanked the last towel from the warming rack and tied it around her body, tucking it firmly so that it wouldn't slip loose. Bare breasts, she had a feeling, were not going to quite cut it as far as giving her an advantage over Tony this time. And besides, it was cold downstairs.
The next time she tried the door, the knob turned easily in her hand, and from there, all she really had to do was follow the path of water. If he'd thought that was the end of this fight and she might have cooled down in that temporary lapse, he was sadly fucking mistaken.
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean? When have I ever done something on this - this several orders of magnitude over stupid that you seem to have accomplished?" she yelled, stomping along after him. No real idea why he'd pulled the map down at the wall, really, until it occurred to her that he was holding it as a shield, and that just made her even more mad - really? Really, he thought he got to use her things as a shield? She would throw whatever the fuck she wanted to throw at him, it was her stuff, who told him he could just go around redecorating even in the interest of self preservation?
There was a decorative bowl on the table beneath the place where the map had hung; it made a very satisfying cracking noise as she hurled it at his makeshift shield and kept right on pressing forward.
"And you want to talk about this like you did me some kind of fucking favor? I brought you here! You're trying to read the coverage on all the districts and what, I was your excuse? I was your cover story? You're not stupid enough to think none of this blows back on me when you idiots get yourselves caught. You dragged me into this and you know it, you selfish asshole, you - God! You're supposed to be the one person that didn't use me, that was the deal, that's always been the deal, I trusted - "
There weren't words. Not for this. Fortunately, since she'd advanced on him enough that they'd ended up in the kitchen, there was additional glassware.