NOT a Babysitter
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I kept up with the, uh, goings on. You know, during the thing.
Oh yeah? And I bet just like everyone else, you think it you know it all.
Oooh…. [nods and slowly pulls his hand back] That’s rough.
… Excuse me?
Okay, okay. You got me. I’m stumped. But I know I’ve seen you before. [Offers his hand] The name’s Johnny. Johnny Storm. Yes, the Johnny Storm. And you are?
Maria Hill.
Come ooooooooooooon.
I dated you. I dated your sister. I dated your mom. You worked at the Baxter Building. You worked for Reed. You worked for me. You worked on me.
Wrong tree. Don’t have one. She’s dead. Would never. Could never. Most certainly not. I’d sooner slit my wrists.
You look familiar. Help me out here.
I’d really rather not.
See, I’m kinda thinkin’ I didn’t.
Right. Then you’re either deaf, blind, or an idiot. Something tells me it’s not the first two.
There aren’t enough channels on this TV to keep me entertained. I need something better to do.
You misinterpreted.
