on the mere existence of Avengers colognes.

[ohmythor]

"Smell like four of the Avengers"?

Really?

No, that's just... [ MAKES A FACE. A REALLY WEIRDED OUT SCRUNCHED UP KIND OF FACE. ]

I can't be the only one that thinks that's just kind of ... creepy. --no, I really don't want to know. Seriously, no!

[ seriously for real this is a thing thank you think geek for making all my dreams come true ]

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[chickfury]

[ And Hill is just going to let that ramble...ramble for the moment. Her eyebrows going up slightly as she tilts her head.]

Maybe it's magical Asgardian wheatgrass?

[Which, by all accounts is the stupidest thing Maria has ever said and if anyone ever breathes a word of it. She'll have them deported to some SHEILD station in the north pole.]

[ohmythor]

[ ...

Jane ... snerks. Like, hard, a very obvious choked down laugh, after which she quickly clears her throat, schooling her expression. ]

Magical Asgardian space wheatgrass. That -- definitely sounds correct to me. Very scientific.

[chickfury]

[...She has no words. Seriously.]

That never happened. OK?

More importantly. I think I need to send Stark various boxes of the one they picked out for him. I'm sure he'll be thrilled.

[ohmythor]

[ Grinning broadly. ]

Your secret's safe with me, agent. [ A beat. ] You know, considering? He probably would be. I can see him eating this sort of thing up.

[chickfury]

It better be Foster. [ She tilts her head before giving a little shrug.]

Maybe I shouldn't. No need to inflate his already massive ego. [A beat.]

He really does smell like wheatgrass you know.

[ohmythor]

[ ....

Just ... this look. ]

I -- I got that.

[chickfury]

[ And that actually gets her to quirk a smile.]

[ohmythor]

... I -- wait, are you messing with me? [ Are SHIELD agents capable of that?

... Coulson.

Shit, they totally are. ]