"Miraculous observation, Scottie. Kirk away." She joked with him further, looking straight ahead with some observation to her steps and how some of the ground was less than stable in terms of walking on straight, flat surfaces. When dealing with an unknown alien object, it was best o be cautious after all, even if she’d survive the blast herself if it blew up on her.
"—Astute observation.” She began to tease with cartoons now the Future Foundation watched in their free time. “—And the day is saved… by Scott Lang!” She shook her head softly, mostly snickering for his own shoulder-grabbing sake.
Scott chuckled a little. “And his trusty steed, the sensational She-Hulk.” Steed. That probably wasn’t the best thing to call her. “Annnnnd I think I failed my charisma check with that one.”
Self-deprecating humor combined with D&D references. Truly, he was filling Hank’s shoes and then some.
*side eyes suspiciously* …. You’ve been referring to me as apple sauce, haven’t you.
Inside The Actor's Studio Edition.
Tagged by hulksdontdoweak and agentirredeemable
So the purpose of this meme is to give a little info on your muses without having to rely on others to fill your ask with meme questions. I know how disappointing it can be to come back to an empty ask so I wanted to create a meme that anyone and everyone can do (mun and muse). The rules are simple, you do not need to be tagged to fill out the questions, but once you have you must reblog and tag 10 of your followers to spread the love (as well as add a question of your own to the bonus section). You can fill it out as many times as your heart desires (we all know muses can change with their character development.)
1. What is your favourite word?
2. What is your least favourite word?
Uh… I’m not sure I have one.
3. What turns you on?
4. What turns you off?
5. What sound do you love?
The pitter-patter of little feet in the hallways.
6. What sound do you hate?
7. What is your favourite curse word?
8. What profession other than yours would you like to attempt?
I’d like to be more of a scientist than I turned out to be. Get a doctorate in electrical engineering and actually create things, rather than fixing them or building them or reverse engineering them.
9. What profession would you not like to do?
10. If heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the pearly gates?
I’m a sucker for the classics, so I’d go for the standard “well done”.
So long as I am not eternally “Applesauce”.
Heh… Yeah, that’d be bad…
…. You can’t be Scott Lang. You got my name right.
[ He’s been practicing. ]
Statistically, I had to get it right eventually, right?
Straightening her head quickly, she then has to mentally and physically move her head slowly to shift it right, heading the direction with a short nod. It seemed she had to monitor with a quick reminder to have the right setting for his ‘one-thirty’ suggestion. “—Got it. Sooooo much better. How long do I have to keep this up? Straight ahead until I hit shipboard?”
“Uh, yeah, pretty much. I mean, once you’re heading in the right direction, you should be able to see it with your own eyeballs.”
Thank you. [ takes it with a smile and wipes her mouth. ]
Yes, I’ll be fine, I’m not a sickly woman. Though from that, you’d be surprised how often this happens.
You’re welcome. What happened? Were you attacked?
Scott pointing out to something hadn’t helped. His arms were hardly an inch long if that. What good did pointing forward towards some vague direction in front of them do? At least he could joke. It made up for her having to squint at him in confusion, him tiny in her vision. “It’s a big event.”
She laughed, but she squinted at him and went to ask him attempt to subtly to try a better approach. "Uh… Where? I can hear you perfectly. See pointing? Nah. Not really.”
“Oh right.” You’d think after so many years of shoulder-riding, he’d remember that peripheral vision only goes so far. “That whole… visual field thing is something that’s a thing. Uh, try your two o’clock? Maybe one-thirty.”
[ she’s bleeding from the mouth ]
You wouldn’t happen to have a napkin, would you?
Um, yeah hold on.
[ He digs one out of his pockets and holds it out. ]
Are you okay?