I feel like this is something we fist-bump over. We'll make it happen once I finish giving this huge dog the best belly rub of his life. I've got to make a good impression there you know. Can't have the space-dogs not think you're the best thing ever.
Whoa. So. Not your everyday kind of problems either? Well. Lucky for you, SpaceMint, I'm an expert on not your everyday kind of problems. It's kind of what we Spider's do these days. Everything from weird, dystopian, post-Punk corporate rebellions to like, oh-my-god, the world is going to end, to punching army's of electrically charged dinosaurs. I'm also handy with a screwdriver and a suture kit. So. We can trade your knowledge of forever space for my general Spider-of-All-Tradesy-ness. I can only imagine. I'd have been giving constantly piggyback rides with the way I move around. Ten feet is not enough for a Spider to do what a Spider does.
No way!. Okay. Stop the internet-network-whatever. You've officially got the best name ever. Admitted bias, since The Big Apple is where I call home. Don't you worry though, nicknames aplenty are coming your way. It's generally how you know we like you. Or you're a bad guy. But you're obviously not one of those. The only time bad guys are this helpful is when they're spilling their super secret plan because they already think they won. Why they do that, I'll never know, but I know better than to look a gift horse in the mouth.
Okay. So. Different Hawkeye. Cool. Good to know. And Banner's name is...Bruce? David? And who's Dreseden?
We're just skipping Tony Stark because....I. Will. Not. Shut. Up.