Natasha Thor, report on the Hulk.
Eh, but not the screams of the dead, of course. No, no, uh, wounded screams. Mainly whimpering. Great deal of complaining and tales of sprained deltoids, uh... and, uh... gout.
The handle is imprinted, right? Like a security code. "Whoever is carrying Thor's fingerprints," I think, is the literal translation.
Yes, well, that's a very interesting theory. However, I have a simpler one. [Easily lifts the hammer and flips it with one hand] You're all not worthy.
No, how could you be worthy? You're all killers.
Stark…
JARVIS…
Sorry, I was asleep… Or… I was a dream.
There was a terrible noise… And I was tangled in… in… strings… I had to kill the other guy. He was a good guy.
You killed someone?
Wouldn't have been my first call. But, down in the real world we're faced with ugly choices.
Who sent you?
Ultron!
In the flesh. Or, no, not yet. Not this…chrysalis. But I'm ready. I'm on mission.
Natasha What mission?
Peace in our time.
She's clearly an agent of some kind.
Gentlemen, this is Laura.
I already know all of your names.
And these are…smaller agents.
Did you bring Auntie Nat?
Natasha Why don't ya hug her and find out? [Lila rushes to her arms]
Natasha How's little Natasha?
She's…Nathaniel. [Smiles apologetically]
Natasha Traitor.
They're not the '27 Yankees, but they'll do.
Natasha We got some hitters.
They're good. They're not a team.
Natasha Let's beat 'em into shape.
Avengers...
