“Does anybody have some tape? I need to put up my Iron Man poster, you should see it, it’s awesome!”
“There’s a very big chance I have the same one hanging by my bed. It’s obviously strategically positioned so that I could kiss it goodnight,” Skye remarked, undivided attention on rummaging through her drawer. Having retrieved the desired object, she slid it over the table to Emily with a knowing smile on her face. “Wouldn’t have pegged you as an Iron Man girl. Don’t tell Coulson.”
