Of all the bullshit we've been through here, including waking up as a woman, this I could do without. Hell, even the mistletoe was better than this, even if it did mean I ended up kissing Barton, Danvers, and a handful of strangers.
If anyone needs me, I'll be sitting in my apartment until this is over.
And I wish I didn't feel the need to tell you all that.
Why do I get the feeling this is only the beginning?