Nathan Edmondson Quotes

Sins of the past that I can't rectify alone. Sins I committed as an enemy of S.H.I.E.L.D. I need help and fast. I need someone off the books. Someone angry.

Not to sound like the smartest guy in the room or anything, but...

What gives you the right? "What right?" "The right to be the arbiter of what is good." "Great knowledge. Great position." "No. Wrong. That does not give you the right. No matter what good you might do, you can't pretend to be Jesus or whatever you want to think of yourself. You don't get to pick the winners. You don't get to change our fate and take our will from us." "Natasha, I don't think you--" "You say you're about doing good and helping villages and being altruistic, but I know what you're really about, Prophet. You and everyone else in the present and the future who wants to be God... You just want power.

That looks bad." "He's had worse." "Should you get involved?" "No. Sometimes an Avenger... But we all have things we need to do on our own.

You ready?" "Let's bring hell.

I'm a SPY ( not some rooftop-jumping archer, shield-wielding super- solider, or shiny metal philanthrobot) " Black Widow

Thanks." "For what?" "I needed someone angrier than I was." "I am that." "And Logan wanted me to look out for you." "You're angry, Laura. But you're not alone.

You might think I'm cold-hearted. I am. I can't afford distractions. I've got work to do.

When you need them, agents are at your disposal. And any special gear you'd like?" "As a matter of fact... Yes. I'll give you a list.

... But it is the unteachable skill to belong anywhere. The other edge of that is the unfortunate truth. You must first belong nowhere.

I'm getting Captain America." (Clint) "Get popcorn." (Tony)

I did find your man, Natasha. Though I must say I'm not sure he's the type to bring home to ta mere et ton pere.

Sociopathy. Defined: Psychopathic. Antisocial. Criminal. Lacking morality and responsibility. I don't try to play psychiatrist to myself... I just want to know.

The passenger refuses to talk. He's only asked for protection. I've gotten calls from a dozen diplomats already. We'll have to let him go in an hour or so. Before that, we need some information from him. We're drifting now." "And you think I can succeed where you failed?" "I am not paid for uncertainty, Agent. Do your thing.

Unfortunately, I admit, I do have a home. I have always had a home. Even if it is not apparent to me or anyone else. Home is where the hurt is. That might be the jungle. It might be back on the streets of my birth city. It might be here.

And if she doesn't--" "Like all of you, she's a deniable asset, agent. This isn't the Red Cross,

They have to find her, Liho. Because I refuse to become a cat person.

You need friends, Nat. I may not be able to help you with what comes next.

I can hear your heartbeat." "Does it beat quickly?" "No. It's steady. Calm." "That's because I'm content.

What these men do not know about me, though... is a black widow dangling by herself on a single thread... is a deadly thing. A really dangerous thing.

Nothing. Stay warm, is all. Be careful." "I will." "You've got this. ...You always did impress me.

Picking your own jobs means you get to exercise your own ethics. But ethics isn't a science. Which is to say... You do your best... But that doesn't make you right.

Jobs can feel familiar, but familiarity is a dangerous feeling. In espionage and mercenary work, there's no such thing as routine.

When it's time to retire, maybe I could disappear too." "I always thought you'd end up taking a director's position at S.H.I.E.L.D." "Some day we all retire, Isaiah. The trick is to be sure you do it well before life is done with you.

I'm not a trained soldier. I'm a spy. But I am a fighter. But lately I've felt more like a soldier than a spy. And if that's what the world is asking for... I'm happy to oblige.

How many more jobs... How long will it take... I don't know if I can do it... Even if I could forgive myself... This is what I am now. And you'll never know who I was before.

All alone. But not quite. I might have enjoyed company. But that would mean letting someone get close. And if I let someone get close... They might find out who I really I am. And no one will ever know my full story. No one.

It takes so much effort to get close to someone. To navigate those finely woven threads of doubt and trust. But sometimes... sometimes you need someone else.

Pro tip: (Often learned too late) Don't argue with crazy. Just expect crazy... to be f*****g insane.

How... is she?" "She? I'm the one who's been shot. You're aware of that, right?" "Welcome to the full metal jacket club, counselor. I'll, uh, get you a membership card." "Get right on that.

I don't have a home. A home is a distraction. In my work one cannot have distractions. I wouldn't necessarily know a home if I had one, though.

I was wondering, I mean, I'f we're going to be here a while... Maybe we could order some pizza...? But please, no olives because I can't--

Sometimes I wish I had some Captain America super-strength to get through tired days. Or some of Stark's patented 24-hour energy shots. (But those things will kill you.) Not sure why he needs them. The guy's got a generator stuck in his chest. Don't even get me started on Thor-