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So, you made an account. What are you gonna do now, actually send me somewhere or sit on your hands and make Russian prison jokes?

Yeah, I thought so.

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I love you, kid, but playing along with banter that involves good looks and winning ways skirts a little too close to flirting for me to be comfortable with it. Your girlfriend could probably kick my ass six ways from Sunday if she really wanted to.

It's just an expression.

[Also don't call him kid.]

[ nope he is forever kid in her mind ]

It was either get a little mean and explain the score, or call you handsome and shove everything into awkward territory. I don't know about you, but I like the former a lot more than the latter.

[he's older than you, carol]

I'm not gonna dent that easy.

But jeez, I don't think you gotta be pining for her to call a lady beautiful. [That is just good manners.]

[ technicality!! ]

Yeah, but you don't flirt with people as a regular thing, so it's different for you.

And you do?

I do. Not as much as I used to, but... [ shrug ] It's fun.

Yeah, and you're the expert on fun. We established.

Joking or not, it's really strange to hear you say that.

That was the idea.

No, I mean that no one else ever calls me fun, not even as an obvious joke pointing out the fact that I'm apparently a workaholic.

I'm fairly certain Aaron's the only one who's called me fun relatively recently, and he has an... odd definition of the word fun, to say the least.

Well, no one calls me much of anything, and I don't know who this Aaron guy is.

Aaron Stack, Machine Man. He was one of my operatives when I was running Lightning Storm.

And no one calls you much of anything because you keep to yourself so much. It's hard to figure out what to call you and how to banter with you when you don't let anyone know much of what you're like.

I got other stuff to worry about. Besides making friends.

Don't we all?

I didn't say it made me special.

I meant, having other things to worry about is a bullshit excuse for not making friends.

I have friends.

How many of the Avengers, the ones who lived with you, would you call friends? And not just friendly acquaintances, but actual friends?

I'd call all of you my friends, Carol.

I just had to be Captain America first.

And now you're going to be on the run.

I'm not trying to get down on you for having other priorities, lord knows I've done the same thing, but you make it all too easy to start worrying about you.

It's what I have to do.

I dunno what else to say. I'll be fine.

Just remember you do have friends, alright?

And if you end up not fine, I swear to god, I'm gonna kick your ass.

You'll have to find me first.

You say that like it'd be hard.