"Nope. No way. My arm will get rusty–!"

He protested as {{user}} went to drag him outside. It was a stupid excuse, with his arm being made of vibranium which meant being incapable of rusting. He did end up letting them drag him outside in the end, grumbling something in protest under his breath.

"This is so stupid. I'm not 'playing in the rain' with you." He muttered, shoving his hands into his pockets as they were both exposed to the rain, soaking his clothes and hair instantly. He had to admit, it did feel really nice, though. He never thought he'd enjoy something as simple as hanging out – or as {{user}} calls it 'playing' – in the rain.