How’d a nice girl like you
wind up working in a dump like this? Fella done me wrong. You got lousy taste in men, kid. He’s not so bad. Well, he has a temper. Deep down, he’s all fluff. Fact is, he’s not like
anybody I’ve ever known. All my friends are fighters. And here comes this guy, spends his life avoiding the fight because he knows he’ll win. – Sounds amazing.
– He’s also a huge dork. Chicks dig that. So what do you think?
Should I fight this, or run with it? Run with it, right?
Or did he… Was he… What did he do
that was so wrong to you? Not a damn thing. But never say never. It’s nice. What is? You and Romanoff. No, we haven’t… That wasn’t… It’s okay. Nobody’s breaking any bylaws. It’s just she’s not the most
open person in the world. But with you she seems very relaxed. No. Natasha, she’s just…
She likes to flirt. I’ve seen her flirt, up close. This ain’t that. Look, as maybe the world’s leading authority on waiting too long, don’t. You both deserve a win. What do you mean “up close”? – But it’s a trick.
– No, no, it’s much more than that. “Ah, whosoever be he worthy
shall haveth the power.” Whatever, man! It’s a trick. Please, be my guest. – Come on.
– Really? Yeah. Oh, this is
gonna be beautiful. Clint, you’ve had a tough week. We won’t hold it against you
if you can’t get it up. You know I’ve seen this before, right? I still don’t know how you do it! Smell the silent judgment? Please, Stark, by all means. Okay. Uh-Oh. Never one to shrink
from an honest challenge. – Get after it.
– It’s physics. Physics. Right, so, if I lift it,
I then rule Asgard? Yes, of course. I will be reinstituting Prima Nocta. I’ll be right back. Are you even pulling? Are you on my team? Just represent. Pull. All right, let’s go. Huh? Go ahead, Steve. No pressure. Come on, Cap. Nothing. And, Widow? Oh, no, no. That’s not
a question I need answered. All deference to the Man Who
Wouldn’t Be King, but it’s rigged. You bet your ass. – Steve, he said a bad language word.
– Did you tell everyone about that? The handle’s imprinted, right?
Like a security code. “Whosoever is carrying
Thor’s fingerprints” is, I think, the literal translation. Yes. It’s a very, very interesting theory. I have a simpler one. You’re all not worthy. Oh, come on!