[Text to Kilgrave] > Okay. We're doing this superhero thing. > We start tomorrow at 8am. > You're going to leave my friends alone. > I'm not living with you. > You have to text me before you show up to my place. > Do we have a deal?
[Text to Trish] > I'm starting superheroing tomorrow. > If I want to kill myself tomorrow, just know that you can have my stuff. > I'm thinking about writing up a contract and getting him to sign it. > Somehow I think he might listen to that.
[Text to Rumlow] > Hey. I'm sorry I've been quiet. > It's been a lot. > I'm okay. I mean not okay but you fucking know. I'm not dead or mind controlled or some shit like that. > But I have to keep an eye on him. > And that means trying to make him a good person. > So basically I'm fucked. > Oh and I got fired, so no more fucking money.
[Text to Matt] > Okay. So I'm around again. Sort of. > You're a fucking dick for making people think you were dead. > I mean I get why. I kind of feel like faking my death right now. > But you're still a dick.