a bit cranky about being thrown into space (ataraxites)

[broke_harlem]

No.

...no.

Fine, you want a better reason than that? Fine. First of all, you've never played in a game before. Second, you've been ignoring me for months so you could play with that tall model-looking boy, there's no reason you'd be active with me now. Thirdly -

Space? Is it really such a good idea to throw, essentially, a green gamma bomb into space? [Yeah, that would be absurd, no one would ever do that, pft.] I don't even have the time to explain all the things that could go wrong. [Don't worry Bruce they already wrote a comic about it I mean]

You can stop acting like a cocky fifth grader now. I'm not going, it's not happening, and you've...you've already reserved me there, haven't you?

[Sigh.]

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[broke_harlem]

Wow. And that's coming from you. [He's kidding. You know, in that sardonic way he likes to kid.]

Who else is up there, then? Seems like a crowded boat.

[debts]

The Asgardians. [ Guess who has a bone to pick! ] Clint. Ms Potts.

[ Tony, too, but that's— a conversation that's a little hard to navigate. He's been there the longest, after all. ]

[broke_harlem]

[Awesome. His favorite horned-hat demigod.] Some familiar faces, then.

[His own face gets softer, just a tad.] I'm - glad you'll be there, at least. If I even end up getting thrown into space, anyway.

[debts]

[ Her smile doesn't quite reach her eyes, but that, in itself, isn't wholly personal. Symptomatic of the times, maybe. ]

It'll be fun.

[ That was a bad joke. ]