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AGE OF ULTRON SENTENCE MEME
“Language.”
“I adore you.”
“I just pay for everything and design everything, make everyone look cooler.”
“You didn’t see that coming?”
“Is that the best you can do?”
“You kiss your mother with that mouth?”
“I’ve got no strings to hold me down.”
“Keep up old man!”
“I suppose we’re both disappointments.”
“You get hurt, hurt ‘em back. You get killed… walk it off.”
“No matter who wins or loses, trouble always comes around.”
“As the world’s expert on waiting too long, don’t. You two are great together.”
“Really? That’s it? You just roll over and show your belly, every time somebody snarls?”
“I am always picking up after you boys.”
“Nothing lasts forever.”
“That’s not a question I need answered.”
“I’m sick of watching people pay for our mistakes.”
“You are all puppets tangled in strings.”
“I’m going to tear you apart; from the inside.”
“What’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?”
“A guy did me wrong.”
“We have no place in the world.”
“This is going to be like finding a needle in the world’s biggest haystack… fortunately, I brought a magnet!”
“I got no plans tomorrow night.”
“It just slipped out.”
“I can show you what you truly fear.”
“Yeah, we don’t have time for a city hall debate.”
“And for gosh sake; watch your language!”
She watched and listened to him carefully, messing with loose threads on her somewhat more worn left glove.He was thankfully easy to focus on, and she touched each part pointed out to lock its function and location into her brain. She asked clarifying questions when she needed to, and when he finished talking, Messenger nodded solemnly like they were building the supreme important machine or something.
“So you want to experiment with different types of conductors to see which links and transmits best? Want me to grab your bag for you?”
“Exactly” he nodded, a small smile on his face. He gave her a firm pat on the back, the same kind he’d give a team mate.
“I got what I need right here for now” he told her, patting his toolbelt “I might need it later, but for now just stick here. Besides, we don’t know if you can respawn or not, probably not the safest to go out there.”
The back pat made her smile kinda dorkily instead of flinch like her self preservation instincts should be instructing. If they existed in the first place. It wasn’t like she’d had a whole lot of opportunities to make friends or talk to people since taking the job… this was nice. Even if she was still professionally on eggshells.
“Oh I one hundred percent know that I cannot. It’s specifically covered in my contract. I’m a bit more replaceable than y’all plus y’know it’s my job to protect valuable information with my life yadda yadda. Not that I’m complaining! The health care package is great. But anyway, where do we start?”
She’d been kind of staring watching him work on his latest contraption from behind a pile of barrels. Normally she would have loudly announcer her presence, but she got distracted by his skill. It was always pretty hypnotizing to watch someone do something they were really fucking good at. Of course, the man was used to spy-checking and not leaving himself venerable, so of course he noticed her. She blinked then pulled on work gloves from her bag (must always be prepared) and trotted over to squat near him.
“Oh, uh sure if there’s a way I can. What do you need? I don’t know shit but I can follow your lead.”
“Hands on is the best way to learn” he told her, stepping aside so she could see what he was doing. The engineer gestured to a jumble of wires, kept mostly organized. Most of them it was easy to tell where they connected, but there were a few in there that it was nearly impossible to tell. He began to explain what he was doing, pointing out each individual part.
“So what I really need” he said, after nearly half an hour of rambling, “we need to make sure this part connects, and is able to communicate in a way, to the rest of it. I more parts in my bad, we can tinker around and see what works out best.”
She watched and listened to him carefully, messing with loose threads on her somewhat more worn left glove.He was thankfully easy to focus on, and she touched each part pointed out to lock its function and location into her brain. She asked clarifying questions when she needed to, and when he finished talking, Messenger nodded solemnly like they were building the supreme important machine or something.
“So you want to experiment with different types of conductors to see which links and transmits best? Want me to grab your bag for you?”
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“Oh, you want to help?”
She’d been kind of staring watching him work on his latest contraption from behind a pile of barrels. Normally she would have loudly announcer her presence, but she got distracted by his skill. It was always pretty hypnotizing to watch someone do something they were really fucking good at. Of course, the man was used to spy-checking and not leaving himself venerable, so of course he noticed her. She blinked then pulled on work gloves from her bag (must always be prepared) and trotted over to squat near him.
“Oh, uh sure if there’s a way I can. What do you need? I don’t know shit but I can follow your lead.”
Things I’ve Said to my Puppy: A Starter Collection
- “Man you’re awkward. I mean, ridiculously beautiful but damn, grow into yourself.”
- “What the ever-loving heckin’ heck are you eating now?”
- “Excuse me sir, you can’t read.”
- “You really have that ‘I don’t know how I fit into the world’ vibe about you.”
- “That’s not polite.”
- “You don’t even rise until you’re addressed. I’m digging your obedience.”
- “Sit like a gentleman.”
- “That’s not yours, friend.”
- “That’s right. Listen to me and pretend to have an idea of what I’m talking about. I get that a lot.”
- “I didn’t pay all this money for you not to be a cuddler.”
- “Wanna go for a ride?”
- “Show me your cop face.”
- “I’m not a fan of you licking my teeth. Please don’t.”
- “Okay; we’re done here.”
- “Oh no, the postman! How ever will we survive now?!”
- “You’re gonna be rude? Okay, you’ve lost the pleasure of my presence.”
- “The piano isn’t evil, it’s just unpleasant to hear when I’m touching it.”
- “Hey neighborhood watch, what’s going on with the town today?”
- “We really don’t need to—oh we’re peeing in the garden now, that’s a thing.”
- “I draw the line at shredding things.”
- “What the heck is going on with your teeth?”
- “No, you’re not helping.”
- “We’ve all pooped. It’s your turn.”
- “I’m not saying I don’t believe you, I’m just saying I don’t see anything.”
- “I know you’re a blanket snatcher but you can’t snatch this blanket.”
- “Oh, you want to help?”
- “Leave him alone, he’s just trying to take a walk.”
- “Right, right, defend your castle.”
- “I wish I looked that beautiful having no idea what’s going on.”
- “How do you get one?”
- “This is not what I asked for.”
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