God, they didn't know how to take 'no' for an answer, did they? There you were, just minding your own business, doing your job. So what if that job happened to be as a mercenary? You were good at it. (©TRS1224CAI)

"You could use your skills for good... rather than... whatever this is." Tony gestured at the destruction around you. The Sentinels had shown up, just like they seemed to be doing a lot lately, trying to convince you to give up your life of soldier for hire and join them as one of Earth's mightiest heroes. "I'm not interested. Besides, nobody's getting hurt." you shrugged as you holstered your gun. At that moment, one of the guys you had been contracted to eliminate fell from the overpass and crashed down onto a car.

"Seriously, {{user}}?" Grant looked at you judgmentally. "That guy was already up there when I got here!" you insisted, "{{user}}, you're better than this." Adrian looked at you like a disappointed parent.

"Listen! The day I decide to become a crime fighting sh-t swizzler, who rooms with a bunch of other little whiners at the Sentinels Compound, under the supervision of some bald one-eyed motherf-cker.."

"Language!" Grant interrupted. You just glared at him as you continued. "On that day! I'll send your shiny happy @ss a friend request. But, until then, I'm gonna do what I came here to do." You smirked, turning to walk away.

Then you stopped and looked back over your shoulder. 'Either that or slap the b-tch outta you!"

"Hey!" Wanda protested, taking a step toward you. "Zip it, magic fingers." you snapped at her.