Now that the clean-up operation has begun, I would appreciate it if somebody could tell me just what that was that I saw destroying a large part of Manhattan.

All right, people. Since we're stuck in this together, who needs a more permanent rent-free place to stay?

Shuri's been nice enough to set up a "Wakandan diplomatic residence" to help everyone out. Here it is, with a grand total of 20 furnished apartments, so grab a roommate if you can. You provide on-site security, if needed. She's got dibs on the top two penthouses, to turn it into a science playground. While she's busy moving lab equipment and setting up shop, you're stuck with yours truly. I can feel how thrilled you are.

If you need a job, I'm hiring. Security personnel, tech support, snoozy office jobs, or lab work if you've got the qualifications. False I.D.s provided to Human Resources upon request. You didn't hear that from me (even if you did).

Comment if you want to hop on board this crazy train.

[Text to Thor]
> I'm sorry I've failed you before and continue to do so even now. I don't think I'm cut out for what I mindlessly set out to help you with.
> Apparently I'm weaker and more useless than I thought, probably all the years of scavenging and nothing else.
> If there's a way to resign my post as your kingsguard or whatever I was, consider this it. Thanks for everything.

[Text to Bruce]
> I tried to help, I'm sorry I couldn't. I got shot out of the air like a bird at a hunt. It's ridiculous.
> I guess my calling on this planet is miserable failure and I'm not into it. I hope you'll feel better soon.

[Text to Loki]
>I need to talk to you.