Communications

I'm citing Subsection B6, paragraph 4 of the brocode states that when a dude gets shot in the chest you have to help him start his company.

I don't make the rules. Now get your ass out to California.

[Text to Arya Stark]
I found Ice on the coffee table in the guesthouse.

[Text to Agent Coulson]
>>Where are you?
>>We've got a lead.

[Phone call to Director Fury]
"Stark's awake, sir."

( TOTALLY NSFW )

So I guess I finally got hit with that dream thing that seems to be going around. Only mine seem slightly more normal than the ones a lot of people seem to be having.

So I dreamed that you and I went to high school together. Or like, you went to high school and I was a kickass drop out who just hung out there a lot. No idea how the school let me get away with that. And we were using the school library as a gym for boxing practice. You had some good punches, partly 'cause some guy broke up with you right before prom. I suggested we go together--since you had tickets--find some guys and get you over his loser ass. You also decided to run for Homecoming Queen.

At the dance, I caught your recent ex dancing all cozy with a new girl, so I went over and acted like he and I'd done the deed and that the doc said the swelling and the burn should clear up if we kept using the ointment. Ruined his night, hopefully. You showed up late, just in time to have who won queen announced, all covered in dirt with this chick who was your rival or something. Neither of you won, though. So that kinda sucked for you.

As long as Loki didn't actually stop to think about what he was doing, he'd probably be fine, right? Of course right. That was why he was calling Sif. Sure.

RING.

RING.

RING.

>> So I have to talk to the FBI

>> I might be late for dinner.