“I know you’ve been in there this whole time, Wade. Open the damn door!”
“In my defense, it’s not my fault you didn’t think to do a proper sweep of the place when you broke in on Tuesday. I was in that wardrobe for an hour, Clint!”
“Asshole!”
“You have anger issues-“
“And you abandoned Sitwell half way through a mission and vanished for a week.”
“I was missing a Jerry Springer marathon on tv. And then Peter let me borrow his copy of the new Call of Duty game-“
“Who?”
“Never mind. Look… if I let you in will you promise not to peck me to death? I have pizza. You can have some. And then you can take me back to HQ so Coulson can officially kick my ass, okay?”
“Just.. open the door.”
“That tickle you’re feeling in the back of your throat right now? That’s atomized colloidal silver”.
Acting has giving me a way to channel my angst. I feel like an overweight pimply faced kid a lot of the time, and finding a way to access that insecurity, and put it toward something creative is incredibly rewarding. I feel very lucky -Ryan Reynolds
“Hey did you ever get those new arm guards you asked for?”
“Yeah, Coulson gave them to me last week.”
“So clearly it’s just my requisition forms that get lost in admin”
“What did you ask for?”
“A pet chinchilla”
“I don’t think you’re going to get a chinchilla, Wade.”
“Nope. Apparently mom loves you best.”