*points at him* You, sir, are a traitor. A science traitor. A TRAITOR OF SCIENCE, BANNER. You should be ashamed. *bats his hands away and goes over to his locker, pulling on jeans, calls out* Think about it, Cap, seriously. Helicopters suck, and I'm way better company than Coulson. *tugs on his shirt* And by better, of course, I mean sexier.