"Oh? Did you find the key?" the Doctor asked sarcastically. "You think this cell would hold me if I had anywhere to go? That's just brilliant, Captain America. What a good soldier you are. Brought me a broken down, oversized blue brick of a time machine. Genius!"
The Doctor turned her back, cleared the board, and began writing again.
When the third batch of butter beer had been approved for consumption, there were SHIELD agents all over the base with red plastic cups in hand. As hoped, it topped batch number three by being even lighter in frothy texture and having a subtler, more enjoyable flavor.
"I really want to sell this," Fitz said into his red plastic cup. "I could probably get rich and retire on some island with coconut trees or something. Too bad the recipe is level six."