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Jacob, I've gotten a supply of brains for you. If you could come by, I'd like to discuss something with you.

( BE MY VALENTINE? )

Anyone else notice that the crime rate's gone up since everything froze?

Great. My usual doctor's missing. Now what do I do?

Hey! I think it's time you and I had a talk.

Oh, as if I'd fall for this one again, Loki. Waking up in my own room in the Avengers HQ. Because that's really right after I destroyed it. Because they can rebuild things over night.

I will catch you Loki. And this time, I won't be so gentle.

[Private to Bruce Banner]

I'm not afraid of you.

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.

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.

I'm only going to ask this once.

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

And why isn't it coming OFF?!

Anyone mind if I decorate for Halloween? I'm bored...and I may have wrapped the Barnes-sicle up like a mummy.

What are we gonna do about this 'judgement'?

So... how about a community building exercise. Who's up for paintball?

If you're an Avenger you don't have a choice, you're going. If you're Bucky you're not invited.

The rest of you can join us if you want. I figure I'll eventually get tired of shooting my teammates.

No one open the door, okay? Maybe he'll just....go away.

So.

How many innocents went down...?

As for this specimen... I'm not sure what to make of it. It's nothing I've ever seen before.

I was starting to get bored.

How about we make this more interesting? Person who kills the least gets to buy the alcohol tonight.

Anyone up for a movie tonight? Or you know, want to go out in general? All of this awesome 'nothing to do' is making me a little stir crazy. And normally I can just have a few drinks and forget, but I'm not in the mood for a hangover so...

Good morning, everyone.

I just wanted to say... Thank you for letting me stay here. It's actually kind of nice once things settled down.

I unfortunately still can't find anything on the reason behind why we're all here... But I just wanted to say thank you. That's all.

This is absolutely... Impossible.

There is nothing. Absolutely, entirely nothing. Nothing at all that supports any evidence to back any theories towards why we were all brought here... Nothing.

So...

What's all this whispering about a poker game I keep hearing?