Namor.
Rocking a glorious beard, an even more superior attitude and being the special snowflake that he actually is.
Namor: We’ll need a plane both large and discreet if we’re to hunt the Black Hulk across Europe. Strange, do you— Strange.
Stephen: Sorry—one second, I— There’ve been a handful of coincidences around me lately and I wanted to jot them down. Recurring phrases, our proximities, repeating numbers, images… The coincidences of several coincidences. The world is poking at our subconscious…
Betty: What’s it all mean?
Namor: Nothing. It means absolutely nothing. Stephen, stop trying to sleep with the pretty girl by sounding like a spooky old conjurer. Unless, of course, you conjure us up a plane.
— From Defenders #1 by Matt Fraction, art by Terry and Rachel Dodson
