Well, that was easy. "I like that." He commented and when she looked to him. "You don't pry. It's refreshing. You get used to people prying prying and prying some more. Pecking away at ya." He commented. It was true, just wasn't one admit it.- he slept like a dumpster fire.
Nodding, it was hard to disagree. The human race was a disaster to start with. One that could use a good ole cleansing. Life was short and weak anyway. Plus all the ideologies. Everyone had something they believed in. Some of it worse than others. At least Ronnie could accept his life was fueled by revenge.
There was a pause in his step before he followed up. He heard the term Avenger thrown around a bit, and after some information gathering he collected they were real hero types. Literal and figuratively. It was ironic that he, the terrorist that he was, was lumped up with a magic slinging super hero. He laughed. "What you do, but the exact opposite." Just out with it. "First was a a good ole Navy boy. High marks, great scores," He shrugged. "Then a special CIA spook. Not the ones people hear about. The whole if you're caught, we down acknowledge you type. The type where you get caught you're better to swallow a bullet." He commented.
He paused for a long moment while picking at his muffin. "After being left for dead." A building later too. "I decided to be the ghost that they called me, and seek my revenge." He chuckled like it was just one big ironic joke as he glance to Wanda. "Was going to nuke the Sixth Fleet, but y'know, a real hero type put a knife right here." He pointed where Rapp stuck him like a pig. Making a face he finally commented. "My understanding, he saved the day."