“There are a lot of people around here with a reason not to like you. Some of them are my /friends/.”
“Name a few for me then. I’m curious to know who doesn’t like me.”
She laughed in his face. “Try about half of SHIELD. You can’t mindcontrol the lot of them and expect to be liked, you idiot.”
He stayed silent for a moment. “I thought most of them died.”
“Even if they had,” she snapped, “You /killed/ /Coulson/. Death isn’t /casual/ here, trickster god. And as far as I can tell, you don’t even have any regret for what you did then.”