"Maybe so but you saved me from falling into a big friggin fireball. I still owe you one. If it ever came down to it I'd vouch for you." He chuckled and said "He is really loud but I heard he's been asked to keep it down. I majored in computer programming and automotive repair and minored in Norse and Greek mythology. I can build custom guns and can make my own body armor. If you ever need a sentry gun bring me a baseball pitching machine and a carpenters nail gun. It'll shoot nails and can chuck grenades."
"Fury considers everything besides himself and Widow as cannon fodder." He knew the bullets were nasty because they'd leave clean wounds and he said "The bullet I shot at Viper was one of the 'special' ones but I know now they just piss Schmidt off. So I have another even nastier set." A black box with a lock on it with a deranged smiley face on it. Adrian took his dog tags off and revealed a flat key built into them, half the keys teeth on one tag and the rest on the other. Locking both tags together made the finished key. He opened the box and handed Jessica a bullet from the case. A black bullet similar to the other nasty rounds with a red sheen. Four prongs almost like tiny claws were tucked into the bullets full metal jacket. These would tear through someone with plenty of mess. "If I have to snipe something the point is to make sure it's dead."
As far as the comment about being neck deep in shit soon enough he answered. "After eighteen years of fighting not doing anything is driving me nuts. If its gonna rain shit than I guess I'm gonna have to hold my breath." He put away all his guns and ammunition and locked the cases again.
"Thor had a really good point. What kinda spider shocks people? I'm scared shitless of spiders and if I ever see one with sparky jaws I'm saying screw this and moving to Antarctica."