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Nope.

Don't care. Get lost.

You left me hanging again and I'm done. No more of this game with you where you say you're going to bring me somewhere or do something with me and then I end up playing cards in your headspace with those other people.

So just move along. I've got to tune up my gear.

Wait, what's that you've got? Holy Hulks it's an actual app!?

Maybe I got the wrong idea about you after all, Mun! Which place is it for? The one with the alternate version of Mom and Dad? C'mon, you can tell me!

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We're not married!

We sort of are!

Some other versions of us are married. That doesn't count.

How did I get married to you again, Mister Fun Sucker?

I guess you finally just gave into how handsome and charming I am.

I bet you tricked me into it.

Hey. I bet you asked me.

Cause you weren't man enough to get down on one knee and ask me. Obviously.

Or you were just so scared I'd get away.

Yeah, right. You could never stay away from me.

Clearly you entrapped me.

You can't resist my feminine wiles.

The green helps. Just a little.

You love me. I knew it.

I didn't know that was in question, here.

I just like being reminded of it.

You have it on tape.

You can go ahead and say it too.

Again.

Nah, I don't think I will.

Do it.

You first.

You say it first.

No, you.

Fiiine. Because I'm the better person.

I love you, Clint Barton.

Love you too, Jen.

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