（ who the fuck are you calling a kid, buddy. sasuke's scowl is perhaps visible from low orbit, and the heat of his gaze could melt slag iron even with the mask on. he is both sulky and broody, thank u for asking.

the poor henchguy with the broken angle and the (numerous) busted ribs seems furtive, looking back and forth between the friendly neighborhood spider-man and the — frankly psychotic — teenager with a murder hard-on. ）

C-can't you just get me outta here? Look, I don't know shit! I ain't never even worked for Kaidu directly, I go through a hiring agency! Never met the guy in my life! All I know is that the last batch of shit he was peddling had that goddamn taint to it and it killed a couple of lowlifes. Who even cares about that? Look, I'll — I'll give you the name of the gal I talked to at the agency. Her name's Sarah, Sarah Whitfield. She's gotta know more than I do.