Hey, it's Childhood Pal Scott's birthday! Wish him a good one!
And could someone slap some sense into Robert Downey Jr. and Christian Bale? Guys, it's the characters we're watching. You do a fine job and all, but there's no one that can't be replaced by someone who would appreciate the opportunity to do so. Let's act a little grateful and not indulge in so much douchebaggery, what say?
And speaking of drama queens:
Oh, Wanda. If you weren't so useless, someone might actually pay attention to your idle threats. Go knit someone a new costume or something.
Captain America: C*ck block.
Captain America learns he is on Rush Limbaugh's mailing list:
Hey! I see we have a new entry in the Character Hall of Shame!(tm!):
Yes, they were exactly what you think. They went around blowing themselves up. They also didn't wear pants. Probably because there's no sense wearing pants if you're just going to blow yourself up. I mean, you've blown yourself up and you've ruined a perfectly good set of trousers. You see where I'm going with this.
Thankfully, Avengers v1 #113 was their one-and-only appearance. For obvious reasons.
Black Panther learns the hard way he should have majored in something else in undergrad:
You can shoot people for pseudo-intellectualism? I didn't know that! I'm going charge up my taser and head to Starbucks!
See you tomorrow!