[Texts to Kanan] >> So, pretty sure those armoured freaks broke our fucking bulletproof living room window. >> I'd say be careful when you get home >> But don't worry >> All the glass is buried under about a foot of snow. >> Remind me to kick Hyde and your girlfriend's asses next time I see them.
[a few minutes later] >> Hey, you or Carolina or that fucking unhinged assistant of yours didn't take anything from my room recently, have you? >> Please say yes.
[Texts to Natasha] >> Hey boss lady >> Saw you kicking ass out there >> Looking good as always. >> Tooottalllyyy hypothetical question >> If say, some incredibly handsome and hard working agent of yours got a dream item that may or may not be made to destroy the universe >> And they didn't tell anyone about it >> And then it went missing >> What would you do? >> Hypothetically speaking.