He chuckled. “I would love to whack a bunch of snakes, Skye. It would let out my whole Hydra love-hate relationship with them.” Coulson eyed the pinata more carefully. “Let’s hang it for an event, or maybe we should make an announcement about illegally entering my office.”
“PETA won’t be happy with your love-hate relationship,” she deadpanned, turning to look in the same general direction as Coulson. “No, let’s not. I illegally enter your office all the time. Plus, if we hang it for an event, ops will try to show off their superiority in physical… stuff, and by the time they’ve decided on the person that’ll use their well-toned arms to whack the thing, sciences will already have blown it up. It’s a disaster waiting to happen.”
