Hell even talks like that?

If you score tickets to that fifty shades, don't even think of sendin' em my way Steve, Hel Naww

*Waiting outside the mansion dressed in overalls, Sam waits for Steve Rogers*

[What we noticin?]

[Technically, I'm not an Avenger, just some guy remember?]

[Alright, I get ya]

*Having both evaded the group of Villains and making it to the safehouse, Steve Rogers and Sam try to come up with a new strategy* He was ~

Ya still got it Brother *Watching on as the Agents take Zola and Crossbones away, he turns to look out across Motor City* On your left~

My Man, on your left. *Redwing soars across the skyline in the distance as the sun sets bathing the city in Red and Gold*

*Having arrived back in New York with Steve Rogers Sam had gone straight to his pigeon coop in Harlem* Nothin like comin back to friends~

After savin the world *Smiling to himself as he opens the coop which quickly turns to a grimace* Guess it's time for a clean out huh?

[Yeah, jus' got back, expect mister Patriotism to be joggin through midtown any time soon]

[He gets the songs and the girls, I get a coop full of Pigeon @$#@. I ain't mad though]

You think, that's bad? In the Eighties it was all bout' the Soul Glo! youtube.com/watch?v=irFrB5… #FAKERP #Maybe

Damn Straight Brother.

So If Tasha used a whole can, how many you Reckon Thor musta' used in the 90's?

Never a dull moment huh?

Yeah, think it's time to check the coop *Backs away quickly*

Remind me never to get on Widows bad side (Again), she's holdin' like 3 different conversations, workin' AND still has time for Cap.

Me? I can barely juggle cleanin' out the Pigeons and holdin' a hands free call.