“Hey, Cap! Heard you over the comms. Need some help?”
“Sure thing, Widow. I’ve got giant fruit bears over here and who knows what they’re capable of.”
“Rocket! Good job taking that rose-headed bear down! Can you rescue Sigyn?”
“On it, Cap!”
“Cap–where do you want me? I’m feeling a real need to wipe some smirks off some vegetation over here.”
“Keep the daisies busy, Hawkeye, or see if you can get a handle on that giant peach.”
“You got it. Man, stone fruit just should not be that big.”
“All right! Time to make some masa out of this corn guy!”
“And, um, Widow, did you do something new with your hair?”
“Yeah. Not sure I’m going to keep it, though.”
“Looks good.”
“We can swap beauty secrets later, Cap. Right now I think I’ll whip up a little fruit salad. Хорошо, идиоты, кто из вас хочет умереть первым?”
(to be continued…)
