Peter holds his milkshake, sipping it as Tony tries to deal with the oh so very annoying business guy who just won’t leave him alone.

Eight minutes pass.

90 seconds pass.

15 milliseconds pass.

If this guy does not get the f u c k out of here, Peter is going to f l i p.

That’s it, this bitch is asking f o r i t.

He yeets the milkshake over to the businessman while Tony does his very best to suppress a smile. Peter flips the guy off, simply stating, “You talk way too much. Shut, up!” He then yeets himself out, unknowing that Shuri, the memelord was watching this content, as we speak.

Goodnight folks and I have taken all the bad parts of Endgame (if ya know, ya know) out of consideration and they just didn’t happen. Alright? IT DIDN’T HAPPEN. Only the funny and badass stuff happened. Alright? Good.

Shuri, across the Atlantic, or across the Pacific, depends which way you science nerds look at it, was cackling so hard, she accidently yeeted her milkshake on Th*nos. And he is now dead.

Oh, and… the year is 2015. Civil War? Never heard of her. Infinity War? Who the fuck is that? Endgame? Cancelled. Y’all? Thankful to your savior and queen Sarah. Me? Sitting with a knowing smile on her face. And? That’s the conclusion bitches. And and? I love y’all and thank you Marvel for everything, we will continue with our f a n f i c s.