oh my fucking god
The next time he comes in Steve’s thoughts veer off into the first few lines of Starspangled Man With A Plan, which is immediately followed by an impressive string of swears because HE KEEPS THINKING HE’S GOT THE FUCKING SONG OUT OF HIS HEAD AND THEN IT JUST CREEPS BACK UP ON HIM WHAT THE FUCK. Trying to dislodge it, he starts reciting some modern pop song about milkshakes and boys in your yard
i can’t breathe
me too. Just imagine what he’d hear from Clint, though… thoughts about cookies, complaints that the Triskellion has an intolerable lack of milk in the refrigerators he’s discovered. Wondering if they keep a secret fridge in the basement, just so no one takes their milk. Well, that’s what he’d do, anyway. What if they’re on to him? What if they stole his idea and all the basement fridges are full of glorious milk and fresh cookies and they’re keeping everYTHING FROM HIM??
That’s a bit of a moment.