"Yes. You guessed right. Bravo for fucking you," he muttered looking around. "Now if only I could find the damned consulate I could look into your so-called association with S.H.I.E.L.D. and have you arrested and turned over to the proper authorities. Or just kill you."
A small child walked by and pointed at him. "Mommy! He sounds like Mary Poppins!" Pete threw up his hands and growled. "Fuck this, I'm going back to London."