“If I say I don’t, will you make me watch the movie? Because while I will agree to this, I will not agree to watching that two-hour shipwreck if I already know what happens.” He couldn’t believe he was actually doing this. “All I have to do is put my arms around you at the front of the boat, right? Have you activated the wind machines? I understand that’s important, even if it’ll mess up your pretty hair.”
“Now that you’ve made it very clear you don’t want to watch it, you will. We can get drunk first, if it helps, but it is happening. You can’t be deprived of the biggest cinematic masterpiece of our time just because you went to a history lesson or two,” she said, victoriously activating the wind machines with a tap. “Thank you for noticing I’ve done absolutely nothing to my hair today. That’s so attentive of you, honey. Come on now.” With that, Skye got up, tugging him towards the main attraction by the hand. It was ridiculous, but they deserved ridiculous every once in awhile - it kept them sane.
“Coulson was the agent that interrogated me after… that thing I did,” Alexis said. “At least, I think that was his name. Coulson? Carter? Collins? It began with a C. I don’t think I could picture him doing karaoke.” She stifled a giggle at the thought of whoever that agent had been singing (probably drunkenly, because nobody did karaoke while sober) Phil Collins in front of other people.
“So, do you like working for S.H.I.E.L.D.?”
“Did he try too hard to give off a cool dad vibe? If so, it was him. Coulson interrogated me, too, but without the scary government douche act. He actually sounded like he was about to make me a friendship bracelet and take me out for margaritas.”
“Occupational hazards aside, yes. So far I’ve met like, three Asgardians. If the order is correct, Thor should be next. Fingers crossed.”
