Tom edges forward in the booth. “When are we finding this Tye Smith guy?” he asks his question. “Because I propose we put bees in his locker. I know a dude—” “No,” Maximoff cuts in firmly. Tom waves Thor’s hammer like what the hell. “Then what’s this meeting for if we’re not going to plot revenge?” “It’s a safe place,” Maximoff emphasizes the obvious. “For any of us to come and talk to each other.”
