Jenny: Hey! Monster of rock! My boyfriend’s got, like, PTSD from killing a Nazi. You’re totally scarring his psyche, I oughta—
Santo: What? I’m made of stone. Radiation doesn’t bother me.
Jenny: How about this?—- OW! OW! OW!
Jocasta: Warning! Hazmat, you are risking ejection!
Ken: Babe, it’s cool. I’m fine, really don’t worry about it.
Jenny: I will be spending the rest of the day thinking of ways to make you suffer.
Ken: So you don’t have…like….
Santo: Junk? Nah. You?
Ken: Yeah.
Avengers Academy #38 by Christos Gage & Tom Grummett
I hate you, Marvel. Hate, hate, hate…so much hate.