Strength and brains. A dangerous mixture.
— 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.
— That's a Dom Perignon '55. It would be a pity to break it.
— I prefer the '53 myself.
AWOL (Absent Without Official Leave) — used to say that a member of the armed forces is away without permission.
Shit. I missed the exit to the Chinese restaurant and the last time I went anywhere else, it ended up really bad.
Except they had never had a fight. Not in the sense meant by people paid to fight or die. Pushing and shoving at the schoolyard gate or on the sidewalk outside the soda shop or late at night after a start-of-summer keg party was as far from fighting as two fat guys tossing lame spirals in the park were from the Superbowl.
Reaver, reaver,
Reaver, riding fast,
Believer, believer,
Believer, loyal to the last,
Faithful, faithful,
Faithful, to our creed,
Soldier, till it's over,
Till it's over, everything we need,
Fighting to the last,
Fighting to the death,
Your last dying breath,
You must stand and Fight,
Fight, Fight, Fight,
Fight, make it right,
Fight, Fight,
Fight, stand and Fight,
Stand and Fight, stand and Fight,
Make it right, stand and Fight,
You must Fight, Fight,
You motherfucker
— Success does not depend on positions or weapons nor even the number of men.
— Then on what?
— It depends on the feeling within me, within him, within every soldier. Why did we lose at Austerlitz? Positions? Nonsense. That's not the point. We had no right to be there. We were in a hurry to leave the battlefield. What will happen to us tomorrow? To me, tomorrow will be simple. 100,000 Russian soldiers and 100,000 French soldiers will meet in combat. Those 200,000 are going to fight. The side that is fiercest and spares itself least is the side that will win. Tomorrow, whatever the circumstances, we are certain to win.
I can't have my wife wrestling manservant. It's unbecoming.
I got in a fight, I was indisposed
I was in, despite all the wicked prose
But I'm only a man, and I do what I can
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