Armin can be kind. People always tend to make the mistake of assuming that makes him nice, and he can’t help but feel that mistake clanging dissonantly in his chest as he sprints down the last living member of his squad, blade already in hand, Eren’s sloppy chewing noises behind him.

Honor among thieves, or something close enough.

Melinda knew Natasha Romanoff was trouble the moment she first laid eyes on her. She just thought she'd be trouble for S.H.I.E.L.D. Not for her.