How could this have happened?
Scott and Isaac, you are both in so much trouble.
My alternate universe less dead brother may or may not have invited me to Thanksgiving, which I declined because fuck that.
That said, you guys are invited (not you, Nat, because invited implies you can say no) to the annual Barton-Romanoff Secret Agent Thanksgiving Dinner. By dinner we mean takeout, vodka and poker. We can assure you with reasonable certainty nobody will die and the barrier pretty much prevents international incidents.
RSVP. Or don't. Whatever.I may open this up to Science Babies and Avengers, but I'm not sure they'd really enjoy our idea of holiday festivities.Yes there is a non-SHIELD person on the list, but she's basically a mini-Nat, so deal with it. I collect Russians.
Also, THOR IS NOT ALLOWED TO BRING HIS BROTHER. This shouldn't require saying, but I'm saying it.
Also, you have a date Friday night.
Also, I may have set Nat up on a blind date with a guy from work. So if I get disappeared, that's why.
Is it insulting or flirty if I dress up as Little Red Riding Hood? Opinions?