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Love, love lost long ago...

When did Queen get here and why is he stalking me?

Anyone else give up? I think I've given up. It's been over a month since he's been gone and I...

How's everyone holding up?

I'm just... 500% done with this place

No school. No parents. No normal life.

What the hell am I supposed to do?

Any chance I can get an appointment in? Not for me, but this kid I'm watching needs a physical for high school and...well he's not exactly normal. I figure you'd be more suited than any of the other doctors in the hospital.

Look what I found!

So... new in town, tomorrow's Valentine's day, and I'm bored. Can I tempt anyone with a date?

I guess hiding away in a lab doesn't exactly make the world go away. It never has, really. I can pretend like I don't hear them, any of them. But I don't think it's working.

We-I-No we, we don't want to see Loki tear this town apart. But if I do something about it...

[Long sigh]

Not sure what to do.

Attention Agent Barton! It's past your curfew. Either get your ass back to HQ or prepare for a potentially embarrassing beat down.

If I get a babysitter and we get Clint back do you think we can have a "team building exercise" involving something like karaoke or laser tag?

So, okay, a graveyard totally isn't the Morlock tunnels. Did I take a wrong turn somewhere or... something?

Tell me I didn't just hear what I think I did.

Amazingly, I'm startin to think I need a break from the hospital. Who wants to get a drink?

I uh... I think I broke something.

I'm finding us a Christmas tree!

This used to be so much easier... gotta say I miss the link.

What. The. Hell?!

How'd I end up in a graveyard?!

So as you all know, the Hulk's last appearance left us with just a few tiny...life-threatening structure failures that may have left the base uninhabitable without a bit of a risk.

So I'm kicking you all out.

Nothing major really, but while the place gets fixed up, I really don't want anything falling or crushing anyone and causing this whole clean up project to be a bigger mess than it already is. Lawrence has a lot of houses up for grabs so you're not entirely homeless here, guys. And who knows, maybe living in a house is more of your style and you won't want to live in the base! It could happen! I just really need some space to work and I'm pretty sure no one wants to listen to the wonderfully loud tools I had to dig up to help in the repairs.

Oh! And I've set up accounts for each of you from Stark Industries that'll take care of any monetary needs you might have. Pepper said I need to pay you losers anyways. For risking your lives even though I thought that was SHIELD's job. So no excuses, guys.

Long story short?

Get out.

It's not you, it's me. Etcetera, etcetera.

The hell is a mogadorian? Isn't that what Bobba Fett was?

I'm only going to ask this once.

Who. Put. This. Bracelet. On. Me.

And why isn't it coming OFF?!