“God, I loathe PETA. Add that on my list of organizations to burn down. And you are an exception into entering my office. Skye, you’re always doing that so I’m used to it. But these people hacked into my office.” Coulson walked closer and examined the pinata a little closer. “It’s gonna be like dodge ball all over again.” He smiled at the thought of it.
“In their defense, your office isn’t difficult to hack into. They probably didn’t even mean to hack into it, just see if the rumours about the love of your life were true. What’s the door code again, captainamerica123?”
“What -” she paused, eyeing him curiously, “happened during dodgeball? Did you use live grenades?”
