Tony: I Think Im Coming Down With Something, Ive Been Feeling Nauseous Lately

tony: i think i’m coming down with something, i’ve been feeling nauseous lately

peter: maybe you’re pregnant

tony:

peter:

tony: i don’t know who’s the bigger idiot right now, you because you suggested it, or me, because i just had a heart attack

quill: the risk i took was carefully calculated

gamora: WE ALMOST DIED—

quill: i never said i was good at maths

peter, in a high voice, holding barbie: hey ken! i was thinking about going back to school and starting a career!

morgan, in a deep voice, holding ken: nonsense, barbie. you’re staying home and having my kids

tony: what the hell are you guys doing

peter: playing systematic oppression

tony, talking about his dad: you know where he was on most of my birthdays?

tony: a little place that rhymes with “not there”

peter:

peter: …times square?

tony: why can't we just leave morgan at home with nat? she’s definitely old enough to babysit—

pepper: because nat’s idea of babysitting morgan is “making sure she survives”

peter: guess what i’m doing tomorrow

may: getting out of bed and becoming a productive member of society?

peter: *snorts* good one