"Only if I die." – Thor
Tony and Walter made their way back to Walter's lab. Tony was slurping on his smoothie rather loudly, and Walter's frown just grew deeper with each sloppy slurp.
Walter opened the unharmed door. Tony glared at the door as he made his way inside.
"Ok Walter, show me your purest, bluest methy."
Walter groaned. "Look, I've only been able to make it to about 96% pure, and I sold the last batch of that literally 30 minutes before all of this sh*t happened. I'd need to make more."
"Who'd you sell it to?"
"It doesn't matter." Walter looked to the side.
"Alright cool, don't tell me. I don't care." Tony obviously cared. "How long does it take for you to make a new batch?"
"Well… my assistant died. My lab is partially destroyed. So… maybe like a day and a half?"
"What if I helped? And I had all my extra science stuff to help?"
"Then maybe like an hour."
"HELL YEAH."
Thanos walked into the Schrader's living room. This was his first human party, and so far, he couldn't be more impressed. There was ambient country music playing in the background, couples bickering, and a lot of beer and barbeque. However, Thanos brought his oversized thumb and index finger to his face. This party was missing something, and he knew what would lighten it up.
"WOO! Who's ready to party?! I bought meth!" He yelled, bringing little plastic baggies filled with blue crystals to his face.
"WALT. You brought meth to my party?!" Hank yelled.
"Hell yeah, I did. I make a lot of this stuff." Thanos said, not realizing that it was Walter's hidden secret.
There was a long awkward silence as everyone stared at Thanos. Suddenly, Hank started laughing uproariously.
"Oh gosh, Walt. You really had me there for a second." He said, out of breath from all the laughing.
"LET'S DO THIS!"