Well, I mean, I was basically kidnapped as a child and grew up with some of the shittiest people in the galaxy who occasionally thought about eating me, so you know, there’s that.
My brother tried to kill me. There ain't any awards for whining, Star Lord.
You know what, dude? School’s something not all of us got the luxury to experience. Check your flarkin’ privilege.
Buddy, I've got some news for ya. I grew up in a circus. C'mon. Like you'd top that. What's circus privilege?
"It means I’m Lord of the Stars which means I’m awesome! What the hell does Hawkeye sounds like it offers? Hawks?? You got hawks to offer?!
“Are you serious? Hawkeye. As in eye of a hawk. Did ya stop goin' to school in the third grade or somethin’?”
Yeah. The arrow that pops out a bouquet of flowers.
What the hell is kombucha?
Dunno. Somethin' with bacteria.
Phones work both ways, last I checked.
…Ya got me there. What brings ya by?
He sighs inwardly. “Who told you Hawkeye sounded cool? Because, no offense, but it really doesn’t.”
Clint crosses his arms. “Okay, let me first correct ya. It does sound cool. And anyway, it's practical. Tells people what I got to offer. Can't say the same 'bout Star Lord.”
Ah, the point of tea is to drink it, actually…
Is it kombucha?
isyourarcreacting started following you
Where's that arrow ya promised me?