"Yeah, I... realize that. I feel the same way," Lazarus says quietly, shuddering as he recalls the pale face of the snake-woman who'd forced him to watch as she poured acid in one of Tony's eyes. The idea of being her friend is utterly horrific. The idea of even being civil isn't something he can wrap his mind around.

"I'd try to relate, but everyone who has ever tortured me is dead, as far as I know, so... I can only imagine."