Commander Abigail Brand S.W.O.R.D.

"You know what they say, curiosity killed the cat one way or another. So, sue me for demanding precaution. It helps with the paperwork.”

"Satisfied?"

“You came to talk?”

"What clearance do I need?"

"Mine."

     ”We, uh— S.H.I.E.L.D., I mean, they found a couple of illegals we didn’t detect. I was running the papers to Churchill.”

"Did Churchill have anything new to report?"

            “They look like anything but pancakes.”

"Well, Hank has been on a health kick lately ... he calls them kale pancakes."

          “Yeah, no— no, I swear. I wouldn’t do that. Ever.”

She didn't have to much to do during the day that wasn't dealing with budgetting and keeping the US government off her back. Sometimes she longest for the days when it was only earth bound threats that they had to deal with.

"Oh no doubt Coulson. Your stamp would be in circulation more than the Queen's."

               ”Dude—— what the hell is that?!”

"Don't tell me you've never had pancakes."