‘So, this was acquired last night. Fine, it was left on top of an unconscious mugger. I don’t know who would be sending Daredevil notes.’

‘Uh. This is from the Avengers.’

‘Hilarious.’

‘No. No, it is. I am not fucking with you.’

‘Sure you’re not.’

‘They’re saying that if you want any help, you can call them. They’ve given you their number.’

‘Is it 1800-Foggy-Lie?

‘Matt, I am 100% not lying. Here! Smell it! You can probably smell Captain America off it. I bet he smells like apple pie and eagles.’

‘Fine. Hmm. Smells like manure.’

‘Fuck you, buddy. Properly smell it!’

‘Okay, fine. God. Well, smells like a mix of Palmolive soap and really expensive perfume. Weird combination. And. Oh.’

‘Oh.’

‘Gunpowder and vibranium. I take it all back.’

‘Damn right you do. Hey, do you think Captain America would join our office baseball team?’