I keep thinking oh man, I’m so immature. How am I allowed to be an adult.
Then I spend time with teenagers.
And it’s like, wow, okay, yeah. I am an adult. I am so adult. Look at me adulting all over the place.
"What was Fury doing in your apartment last night?"
there was an extremely obvious answer to that but marvel won’t give me the satisfaction
"Auditioning for my new barbershop quartet."