— What happens at the finish?
— Then we have ourselves a rowdy dow! Ain't you never been to a theatre before?
Strength and brains. A dangerous mixture.
— I don't want to fight you.
— I wouldn't want to fight me neither.
— That's a Dom Perignon '55. It would be a pity to break it.
— I prefer the '53 myself.
— Call it, Captain.
— All right, listen up. Until we can close that portal, our priority is containment. Barton, I want you on that roof. Eyes on everything. Call out patterns and strays. Stark, you got the perimeter. Anything gets more than three blocks out, you turn it back or you turn it to ash.
— Can you give me a lift?
— Right. Better clench up, Legolas.
Thor, you got to try and bottleneck that portal. Slow tmed dawn. You got the lightning. Light the bastards up. You and me (to Natasha), we stay here on the ground. We keep fighting here. And Hulk... Smash.
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