“Shut your fucking mouth.”
“Pussycat, Pussycat, I’ve got flowers and lots of hours to spend with you!”
“So go and powder your cute little pussycat nose!”
“Pussycat, Pussycat, I’ll eat you, in a stew! You and your pussycat nose!
Sabretooth lifted up Banner by his leg and stared down at the smaller man.
"Shut your face or I carry you upside down the whole way.” He hissed.
“Fine. Jeez.” Banner was eye level with Sabretooth’s knee. “You and Wolverine are no fun at all.”
“You know that little shit?”
“I think I pulled his arms off and ate most of his liver. He definitely started it though. I feel like the best way to greet an enormous monster-child sniffing flowers in the Canadian wilderness isn’t to stab it in the back.”
Sabretooth made a toothy grin. “Not bad.”
Sequel to this.
Oh wow I am actually writing this? Aterribleidea had some neat thoughts about Pym chickens and I kinda wanna do this. I need writing practice as much as I need people-interacting-with-things practice (which is a LOT).