• Bruce: The nice thing about Thor is that he's so supportive. Are you gay? He's okay with it. Lesbian? Sure, why not? Straight? Nothing wrong with tradition. It's really nice to around someone like that.
  • Loki: *scoffs* Yeah, well, he may be a feminist, but I'm a felinist.
  • Clint: A... what?
  • Loki: Felin— oh for Odin's sake, you guys. If you don't know what a felinist is I'm not telling you.
  • Bruce: It's probably another word for murderer that just happens to sound like feminist.
  • Clint: Mmmm... I don't know...
  • Bucky: *walks in*
  • Clint: Heyyy, Bucky!
  • Bucky: *grabbing a cup of coffee* what do you want?
  • Bruce: Do you know what a felinist is?
  • Bucky: Yeah, why?
  • Clint: Could you tell us?
  • Bucky: That depends. Why?
  • Bruce: Loki says he's a felinist but refuses to tell us what it means.
  • Bucky: *looks at Loki*
  • Loki: *grins*
  • Bucky: *tries not to laugh*
  • Clint: WHAT DOES IT MEAN!?!?
  • Bucky: Sorry boys, I can't tell you. *leaves quickly*
  • Bruce: TONNNYYYYY, WHAT DOES FELINIST MEAN?!
  • Tony: Isn't a felonist someone who's committed a horrible crime or something?
  • Loki: First of all, that's a felon, not a felonist. Secondly, it's FELINIST, Stark, not felonist.
  • Tony: *sighs* JARVIS, what is a felinist?
  • Loki: JARVIS BY JOTUNHEIM DON'T YOU DARE ANSWER!
  • JARVIS: Felinist. Noun. A cat obsessive and protester of their rights.
  • *silence*
  • Loki: *sneaks away unnoticed*
  • Pietro: *out of nowhere* You did not see that coming?

peter, at some point: ᵃᵗ ᵐʸ ᶠᵘⁿᵉʳᵃˡ ᶦ’ᵐ ᵍᵒᶦⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃ ᵏᵃʰᵒᵒᵗ ᵍᵃᵐᵉ ʷᶦᵗʰ ¹⁰⁰⁰ ᑫᵘᵉˢᵗᶦᵒⁿˢ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵐʸ ˡᶦᶠᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷʰᵒᵉᵛᵉʳ ʷᶦⁿˢ, ᵍᵉᵗˢ ᵐʸ ᵉⁿᵗᶦʳᵉ ʷᶦˡˡ !!!!!!

tony: bold of you to assume i’m ever letting you die

Irgendwann wirst du mich vermissen, meine Art meine Stimme sogar meine beschissene Laune, -aber genau dann wirst du mir egal sein.

I walked out of the theater with so much more respect for Tony Stark. Up until that point, he was my least favorite Avenger. I saw him as whiny, rude, and stuck up. A rich kid that didn’t like to share his toys. I wished he would lose his “I’m so amazing” attitude, and actually get down and work to save the universe, like Steve, or Bucky, or Thor. But all of that changed when I saw this movie. For the first time, I saw what I had been missing all along. I didn’t see Stark as a rich person wishing the world would pander to him. I saw him as a broken person, who wanted so desperately to be a father. I saw him as someone that had strained against the restraints of detachment that wealth put him in. I saw him glance at other hurting people, his eyes soft. I saw him as the man that rushed to help a fallen woman, even as the world in front of him was being blown apart. I saw him as a father, clinging to his metaphorical son, who was crying into his arms that he “didn’t want to go.” And above all these things, I saw a man who was trying his best. Tony Stark isn’t perfect. Far from it. But he is trying. He’s pushing through his anxiety from the attack on New York. He’s spending more time with friends. With family. He’s getting married. He’s trying to save the butt of the teenage kid that keeps following him around. He’s trying to move on, to make things right. He’s brave. He is Tony Stark, and I don’t know why I couldn’t see that before.

Steve: I don’t like swimming.

Tony: We’re at the beach and you’re not gonna swim?

Steve: In case you’d forgotten, I have some pretty bad memories of the ocean.

Tony: Oh, yeah, like when you were a Capsicle.

Steve: I just meant the time when I stood in some seaweed, but that makes SO MUCH MORE SENSE