"—- Fine. But you’re not gonna like it.
Face’s gonna be greener than the Chicago River on Saint Patty’s Day.”
“I dare you to break into Coney and ride the Cyclone by yourself.
”…You really think that—
that I’d say no to something as easy as that? Piece of cake.
Besides the law-breaking, that is.
And figuring out how to operate a ride.”
That’s a pretty long-winded way of saying thank you.
[If she can bitch at him, she’s probably not as bad off as he thought she was.
He lifts his hand, not breaking eye contact with her, and fires a repulsor blast into an AIM agent’s chest.]
Hawkeye and Widow are on the ground, I’m your ride out. [He flips a hand toward her, crooking his fingers.] Chop, chop. Time is money.
Is there ever a time you don’t twist my words?
[ Her breath pushes hard from her chest, left leg bloodied and curled underneath her. ]
No can do. Got a hostage in the control room; we’re not done here yet. Go on without me, make sure the civilians are uninjured. I’ll be fine.
“You kiddin’ me?
I think you’d take every dare I tossed at you and make it a double.”
"Or maybe you just can’t come up with one.
Come on. I can take it.”
[He holds his hands up, palms out.]
Remember: friendly fire is not friendly.
What the hell are you doing here?
You’re not on this op, Stark.
”Well, y’know, I always fancied having a hero name— or a villain one, whatever.
— How’s ‘bout The American Whore? ‘cept I’m not American… maybe— The Mysterious Slut," he gestured with his arms in a wide sweeping motion; fingers wiggling and eyebrows going up and down.
"I… don’t think those are very complimentary. What’s wrong with your real name?"
”—You wanna run that by me again?”
”What, you think I’d back out of a little dare? Try me.”
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