No shit, Stark. He absorbed a fuckin’ cosmic bird. Just need some advice on how t’cope, y’know? I don’t blame m’self.
Oh, okay. I’m sure some alcohol will help you cope with all this, I’m not really good at giving advice if you haven’t noticed.
Guess there isn’t really much else I can do, huh?
Hey there, Wolverine. ‘Sup? Anything fun happen lately?
"Lots of people dyin’, if that’s what you’d consider fun."
Master Logan. It’s been some time.
"Has," he murmurs, speaking to the ceiling from his spot on the sofa in the penthouse suite. He knows JARVIS is everywhere, really, but it feels more natural to be able to address something. “How’ve you been, Jeeves?”
She bite her bleeding lower lip, wincing. “Y-You’re cruel…” The young adult looked all around herself and, seeing a black car, she began to panic and tried to walk as faster as she could.
Logan snarls under his breath. He still looks suspicious.
“-Please… Help me… She said a last time, but she noticed that the dark car continued to follow them. Zazu tried to run, holding Azenor as firmly against her as she could. But with her broken ribs, it was hard. She decided to hide herself in a dark and small alley.
Eventually, he huffs. “Look, just — who’re you runnin’ from, anyway?”