My head's been in this game longer than you've been in this universe.
I joined SHIELD as a scientist. When they told me they needed me in the field, I went. When you told me we were going to China to investigate dragons, I missed my kid's surgery and I went to China. When you told me SHIELD was gone, we'd all been burned, and I needed to play dead, I played dead. When you told me I couldn't see or speak to my family, I went dark. When you needed me to come wander around east Asia trying to kill an idea that won't die, I came. When you asked me for my expertise, my help, my work, I gave it to you. I have done everything you asked me to do without complaint.
I haven't seen or spoken to my family in over a month; they still think I'm dead. I'm fighting the war I already gave one life to -- which, as it turns out, was for nothing -- knowing that it's the same exercise in futility it was then.
Where the fuck you get off telling me I can't take the heat when you led me to the fire?