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Natasha: *Gently taps table*
Clint : *Taps back*
Steve : What are they doing?
Tony : Morse code.
Natasha: *Aggressively taps table*
Clint : *Slams hands down* YOU TAKE THAT BACK-
Natasha: I will kiss whoever does a favour for me
Steve: Where is this coming from so suddenly?
Natasha: kill Tony for me please =D
Steve:
Clint: I'll do it for free
Steve: Wait,what-
Natasha: Deal.
Steve: Wait, guys...
Clint: Pleasure doing platonic buisness with you.
Steve: gUYs
Natasha: You're welcome, Steve. I solved the civil war problem by myself.
Steve: GUYS
Dear Marvel,
I just really want Tony and Bucky and Steve and Natasha and Clint and Bruce and Thor and Loki and Sam and Rhodey *DEEP BREATH* and Peter and the other Peter and Gamora and Nebula and Rocket and Groot and Drax to all be okay in Infinity War okay
Oh my God! Mythology AU Know your gods
A/N: This is an avenger x reader. English is not my native language so I apologize for any mistake. Italics mean that the character is thinking. The Marvel characters belong to Marvel, the gifs and images belong to their owners, I only own the plot.
Warnings: None
Gods in order of appearance:
Poseidon
(Y/N). One of the twelve Olympians. God of the sea, storms earthquakes and horses.
Symbols:
Trident, fish, dolphin, horse and bull.
Represented as:
White male figure. Big, muscled man with long and curly hair and beard. Usually depicted with only a loincloth on and holding a gold trident.
True physical appearance:
(S/c) skinned female. (Your height), (body type) woman with (h/l) (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes. Usually spotted with white/blue chitons, barefoot and with shinny pearls woven between her locks.
Personality:
Friendly but not to mess with (the oceans seem calm but storms are brewing underneath the surface).
Relationships:
On the contrary of what the human myths say, Poseidon does like Pallas Athena, they have a close relationship.
She likes Circe, Hephaestus, Hera, Zeus, Persephone, Asclepius…
Tolerates (secretly likes, even though she will never say it) Aeolus. “He’s annoying!”- Poseidon.
Dislikes Hecate. “He can go shove his staff up his a--“-Poseidon. “Language!!”- Athena.
Romantically interested in… “Ares, Ares, Ares, Ares, Ares, Ares, …”- Poseidon.
Pallas Athena
Steven Grant Rogers. One of the twelve Olympians. Goddess of wisdom, the arts, olives, weaving and battle strategy. Patron goddess of heroic endeavor and freedom. Also known as Athena Parthenos (‘Athena the Virgin’).
Symbols:
Owls, olive trees, and snakes.
Represented as:
White female figure. Tall woman with long and curly/wavy hair. Usually depicted with a long white dress, a helmet, holding a spear and with a round shield by her feet.
True physical appearance:
Male god. Blond, blue eyed, huge man, with pale skin and broad shoulders and chest, that contrast with a narrow waist. Easily recognized by his tall, very muscled figure and round behind. “As far as I’m concerned that’s Olympus’ ass”- Morpheus.
Enjoys dressing traditionally with pastel colors. Seen carrying his shield on his back almost 24/7. “I think he’s more of a tortoise than an owl.”- Hephaestus.
Personality:
Heart as huge as his body. Sweet, protective (overprotective), attentive and caring. The best friend you could wish for. The best leader you could hope for. The best man you will ever find. A warrior on the outside and a softie on the inside.
Throves for justice and fights for freedom.
Relationships:
On the contrary of what the human myths say, Athena does like Poseidon, they have a close relationship. “I love her with my whole heart, but she can be a bit reckless.”- Athena. “Look who’s talking”- Ares.
He has the strongest bond with Ares. Sharing upbringing, they grew beside each other, defending and protecting each other (the protection being provided by Ares for a vast part of their younger years). They consider themselves as brothers. Don’t mess with one in front of the other. Would kill (and have killed) for one another. “I’m with you till the end of the line”.
Likes Artemis, Aeolus, Asclepius, Apollo, Zeus, Hades and Hermes.
Also likes Hephaestus, but sometimes gets frustrated at him. “Following orders is not my style”- Hephaestus “And obviously style is all you care about”- Athena “Who is the one wearing the skintight outfit here?”- Hephaestus. Does not understand how Hera can stand him and his big ego all day (secretly happy that he has somebody that loves him so much). “He can be a handful, but he is a good man”- Athena.
Romantic interest: not disclosed.
Hephaestus
Anthony Edward Stark. One of the twelve Olympians. God of the fire, metalworking, stone masonry, forge, the art of sculpture, technology and blacksmiths.
Symbols:
Hammer, anvil, tongs, and volcanoes.
Represented as:
White deformed/ugly male. Man with short hair and beard. Not as muscled as other gods, but with a toned body from working as a smith.
True physical appearance:
White, brown-eyed male with short black/dark brown hair and styled beard. Not particularly tall, not particularly muscled, but with a fit body. Opposite to what the myth says, Hephaestus is a good looking god.
Occasionally seen with his metal suit, he normally sports normal clothes. Favors the last trends and is the god with the most polished and pricey appearance (is also the one that spends the most time in front of the mirror).
Personality:
He may come across as highly irritating, egoistical and arrogant at first sight (which he is sometimes), but deep down he has a big heart and a need to protect his friends and family. If you can deal with his ego, he will become attached to you and will care deeply for you.
Hotheaded and impulsive, this man-child likes to keep a cool and sarcastic front but will melt if you show him affection.
Relationships:
Likes Pan, Circe, Dike, Asclepius, Zeus, …
Also likes Athena, but sometimes is irritated by Athena’s righteousness and selfless heroism. Profoundly enjoys poking fun at him. “Ugh Mr. Rogers, that suit did nothing for your ass”- Hephaestus “No one asked you to look, Tony”- Athena.
Has a tense relationship with Ares, but is working on improving it.
Romantic interest: Madly in love with Hera, will give his life for hers (secretly grateful for her immense patience with him).
" Dear, Tom holland. This is not pick up line, i just want to tell you that if you better stop being total boyfriend material if you're not going to be my boyfriend." - from Peter Parker x reader : Stark's (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/KXG0IaV8PM
If I was an Avenger and I've know Tony since childhood... I would definitely love him forever ! ❤️
How to care for Tony Stark ( @tincanicarus )
In childhood: - Give him the attention he deserves. - Shower him with love and praise for what he accomplishes. - Hug him often and make sure you don’t stop until he lets go. - Remind him that he is precious and not defined by what he does. - Make sure he understands the value of being himself and not his parents.
In adolescence: - Nurture his love of learning. - Give him access to kiddish fun in addition to tinkering. - Keep his father and his damned criticism away from him. - Continue reminding him that he is defined by his choices and not his work. - Acknowledge his genius and let him pursue what he enjoys doing most.
In early adulthood: - Support him through his tragedies. - Teach him that for all his spending money, there should be a reason for it. - Help others love him, but most of all, help him love himself. - Make sure that he doesn’t get on that damn humvee if you can.
As an Avenger: - Get him a therapist to help him through his PTSD. - Don’t ever ridicule his need to protect others. - Make him feel like he’s home, not just in a tower. - Encourage his brilliant mind and let him do good things in the world. - Give him hugs that last as long as he needs, once again. - Remember that JARVIS is an old friend, and treat the AI with respect. - Keep him away from alcohol, for heaven’s sake.
As a human: - Love him, and make sure he knows it.
Couldn’t have said it better myself
Recently, I have fallen out of love with the Stony or Steve Rogers/Tony Stark pairing.
The MCU introduced me to this pairing; it is a very fun and complicated pairing which I held dear. However, in light of recent events, MCU has also disillusioned me. No, rather, it pulled the veiled right off my eyes. It has always been at the back of my mind, but I ignored it. It kept nagging but I didn’t listen. I am ashamed to admit that it took watching my favourite character lied to and get beaten up as he was drowning in a pit of rage and grief by the same character I always thought—I always imagined would protect him, would choose him, would hold him more important above others.
The truth is: none of the original founding members of the MCU Avengers treated Tony Stark right.
The truth is, next to James Fucking Buchaman Barnes, Tony is the LAST choice. He is fucking COLLATERAL DAMAGE.
He is at the very bottom of the priority list of everyone else in that fucking team.
He is their doormat.
He is their scapegoat.
He is their source of everything but they don’t appreciate him.
This man cares so much, gives so much, yet no one can seem to see that and show him the same fucking courtesy.
I guess that’s the reason why I love Peter Parker so much. He looks at Tony like Tony hung the Moon, the Sun and the Stars in a purely platonic-son-to-potential-father-figure way. NO, I do not ship Starker nor will I ever. You cannot convince me. And the fact that pairing always seems to show up on my PINTREST dashboard is fucking frightening and annoying—mostly annoying. Peter looks at Tony’s beat and battered defensive asshole self and sees the best of him. He doesn’t take advantage of Tony’s love and kindness. He doesn’t expect, demand or take.
I ship Tony with Stephen Strange, not just because Stephen gave up the Time Stone to save his life, though I won’t lie, that’s one of them. They have similar backgrounds. They’ve been through similar experiences. I really believe they’d be able to understand each other. Stephen’s a narcissist like Tony, but he isn’t like the rest of the Avengers with their holier-than-thou crap. The view must be pretty nice all the way up their white horses, huh. Stephen is a narcissist but he knows he is flawed. He has been on top and knocked down to the bottom but he stood up again. Just like Tony. For all of their narcissism, their asshole-ness, their sass and snark, these two would be so good for each other. Tony can be his defensive- asshole-but-secretly-goes-beyond-what-is-sane-to-protect-his-loved-ones-self and Stephen would understand, hell Stephen would treat him the same. Stephen would give back as much as he is given. Stephen would call out all of Tony’s bullshit without the Avenger’s brand of superiority.
On an intellectual level, I understand the reason why Stephen gave up the Stone. But the fact that he DID, that he bet on Tony, that he put his fate in Tony, a person he has officially met for a couple of hours just overwhelms me; that much fate, with the entire universe hanging in the balance. He was able to trust Tony with those lives, the Avengers wouldn’t even trust Tony with their lives/freedom.
The Avengers are quick to turn on Tony when it best suits them.
Like in a fic I’ve read:
‘Natasha would sell me out for a pack of cigarettes and she doesn’t even smoke,’ – Tony Stark
That shit is one of the most accurate fanfic lines I have ever read.
The Avengers are quick to place the blame on him.
The Avengers are quick to use violence on him.
They choose to trust a Hydra agent with clear vendetta against Tony over him when she has showed disregard over lives, even theirs, if it suits her motives right. The fact that so much sympathy is given to this vindictive psychopath is beyond me.
They’ve blamed Tony over every mistake. They keep holding Tony’s mistake over him, yet they never acknowledge their own shit.
They claim Tony is arrogant, yet “The Best Hands Are Our Own” is not? Bitch that is some Hitler level Bullshit right there and people don’t seem to see it. I guess Steve didn’t just punch Hitler; he shared tea, cookies and similar ideals with him.
The Best Hands Are Never Our Own. NO ONE CAN CLAIM TO KNOW BEST. NO ONE. Simply because we are human. We are fallible. We have our own agenda. We have people/ideals we hold above others. Right, Rogers? “Till the end of the line”, right?
Even Thanos, a fucking Titan is a sane!nutcase.
Steve Rogers, no matter how much hype, how much people put him in a pedestal can’t claim to have the “Best Hands”. He has his own priorities; he has shown his own arrogance. He has shown that he would put his Bucky above others and if you have watched CA:CW and not see it, then go watch it again.
Steve Rogers knew the truth about the Starks’ death but he kept it from Tony. Not because he cared about Tony’s well being, but because he was scared Tony would go after his Bucky. That’s it. There is no other reason. Because he wanted to keep his Bucky safe. And he had the gall to talk about keeping secret to Tony when he was seating on the biggest one of all.
That Rogers, is obstruction of Justice, one of the ideals you ‘uphold’ so much, done by you in order to protect one man.
Wanda assisted and joined Ultron, and only switched sides when it became clear that everyone else, including theirs, and not only the Avengers were getting their asses killed. She sent the Hulk loose in a populated area. You might have been too blinded by the scene of Tony fighting the Hulk to see that but, that’s the truth. SHE SET THE HULK LOOSE ON A POPULATED AREA, WITHOUT REGARDS TO INNOCENT LIVES. You think Ultron got his psychopathic tendency from Tony? Who was it that was hell bent on murdering Tony and by extension the Avengers? Ultron was the collective of Tony, Bruce, the sceptre and Wanda. And we all know who is all MURDER!!!!! Between those four.
Every last ones of these characters are arrogant in their own way, have mistakes, have ‘blood on their ledgers’, and are pretty much flawed/fallible.
Then why is Tony Stark the only one hated? Why is he the only one made to suffer? To pay for his mistakes?
Well, Tony Haters, Steve Stans, Wanda Stans, Team Cap Stans…
Fuck you.
And then Natasha seeing all the shit that's going down in the Hawkeye series and don't even get me started on the events in nwh.
*Loki and Tony watching the FFH events from heaven*
Tony: *smiling proudly at Peter making his suit* see that? That's my son.
Peter: Oh I love Ledd Zeppelin!
Tony:
Loki:
Tony: He's adopted.
**
*Loki holding Tony with a exasperated expression on his face while Tony throws all kinds of swear words at mysterio*
**
Tony: Did that motherfcker just tell Peter that if he was good enough I would be still alive?
Loki:
Tony: THAT'S IT I AM GOING TO REVIVE MYSELF-
Loki: tONY THAT'S NOT HOW THAT-
I am constantly stuck between 'Tony would totally help Peter make a real life lightsaber because he is also a StarWarsFanTM (and because he cares about him)' VS 'Tony would never help or let Peter creat a real life lightsaber because Peter would end up cutting his own head off (and because he cares about him)'
Fade Masterlist
Summary:
Erin Schulz. Hydra's Pawn, their greatest fighter yet. One of the enhanced, her power unmatched even by the Maximoff twins. Daughter of Stark but that secret has been hidden from Erin. All of her life she has been told that she is unwanted and that Hydra is her only home. But soon, that lie will be revealed. What will happen when Ultron strikes? Can she find her place in the world? Will Erin choose to be a hero or a villian?
A Wattpad Original Story
Part 1: Age of Ultron
Prelude
Chapter 1: The Maximoffs
Chapter 2: The Attack
Chapter 3: A Disastrous Combination
Chapter 4: Captured
Chapter 5: Memory
Chapter 6: A Choice
Chapter 7: Is This What Safe Feels Like?
Chapter 8: A Realization
Chapter 9: The Fight
Chapter 10: The Vision
Chapter 11: The End Of An Age
Chapter 12: Grief
Chapter 13: Time to Let Go
(Blurbs 1 - 2 - 3 - 4)
Part 2: Civil War
Prelude
Chapter 14: Wishing I Could Forget
Chapter 15: The Accords
Chapter 16: Too Much Loss For Today
Chapter 17: Finding an Old Friend
Chapter 18: A War Is Brewing
Chapter 19: A New Recruit
Chapter 20: Civil War Part I
Chapter 20: Civil War Part II
Chapter 21: Aftermath
Chapter 22: He’s Okay
Chapter 23: Visitation
Chapter 24: One Last Time
Chapter 25: Starting to Find Peace
Chapter 26: We’ll Be There
Part 3: Civil War
Prelude
Chapter 27: A Celebration
Chapter 28: A Little Longer
Chapter 29: Is This My Life Now?
Chapter 30: Cover Blown
Chapter 31: A New Threat
Chapter 32: No Matter What
Chapter 33: Myself
Chapter 34: I Guess We’re a Team Now, Huh?
Chapter 35: Milestones
Part 4: Infinity War & Endgame
Prelude
Chapter 36: He’s Here
Chapter 37: An Untimely Reunion
Chapter 38: Time to Stand
Chapter 39: We Lost
Chapter 40: Glimpses
Chapter 41: The Revival
Chapter 42: One...Last...Chance
The End
Fade (Part I Prelude)
Summary: Erin Schulz, HYDRA’s best assasin, is ready for her next mission. Her task? Train the Maximoff twins. Protect the scepter. But underlying instincts spark problems before she even steps foot in Sokovia.
Rating: (14+) for references to disturbing images and details of a traumatic past.
I lay on the cot placed in my room while staring at the ceiling in boredom. There isn't much to look at. I have three concrete walls, one being glass so the soldiers can keep an eye on me. Well, I do deserve it, since that annoying force field is still holding strong. Why do I need a force field you ask? Well, let me explain.
You see, I've been a Hydra agent ever since I could remember. I made my way through the ranks and was named their deadliest assassin alongside the Winter Soldier. I think I was only 10 at the time, so I hope I didn't know any better. To be completely honest, all I can understand of my past was that obedience meant food and a warm bed. I still don't remember what that obedience is to this day.
However, my hard work and title still weren't enough for Hydra. They didn't want something deadly or powerful to control, Hydra needed someone who could be both. Soon after my graduation, I was taken to one of their secret labs in the mountains. It all goes blank there. I remember basically waking up and having these abilities. Telekinesis and gyrokinetic powers. Another slot in my memory. Soon, they gained access to the quantum realm and they had the bright idea to shove me in there. I was afraid the first time but after a little while, I got used to it. I don't know why I remember this, it seems that I have forgotten everything else.
From that realm, I gained the ability to phase through objects, living or not. Back to the school, I went where they said I went through even more training. All I have to remember it by is the mantle of the most dangerous person in Hydra at the age of thirteen. I should be proud of myself, they say. How I've persevered is something to look up to, my trainers instill.
But at the center of it all, my mind screams to remember all the things I've done when my memory goes blank. A pang of unforetold guilt follows me around like a shadow, threatening to take away everything that I have worked for. I don't know why they haven't just brainwashed me and turned me into a zombie-like they did James. They still let me remember some things. That is a mystery that I haven't cracked.
A soldier taps on the glass suddenly, turning my attention to the reality in front of me. I scan him for a split second before getting out of my cot and walking over. I shove my hands in the pockets of my army green jumpsuit and give him a look of disinterest, causing him to scoff at me. I'm still a spy after all.
"You are being relocated to a facility in Sokovia. There you will train the Maximoff twins as well as safeguarding Loki's scepter from any threats. The second half of your mission is to remain classified. Change into your uniform, we leave in five minutes. Are we clear, soldier?"
I stare defensively at the man, obviously not wanting to leave my haven. But eventually, I respond.
"Yes, sir," I say, my voice at its usual monotone pitch.
Just then, the hatch beside my bed opens and my uniform is dumped on my cot. Once I hear it close, I glare at the soldier until he leaves the room so that I can change. Once he leaves, I strip out of my previous outfit and leave it on the floor beside my cot. I pull on the outfit, securing all of the belts and buckles into place. After I secure my boots to my feet, I lift one foot and using my abilities, push the small knife out from the heel. Then, I pull the blade in I repeat the action on
Shakily, he opens the glass panel for me to leave. I look to him and see him holding a rifle in his hand, just for me. Walking over to the soldier, I take the gun from him, standing at his side.
"Scared are we?"
"Quiet," he seethes at me.
He gives the signal to disable the force field and soon we are on the tarmac where a jet is prepared for our departure. Before I board the craft, the soldier escorting me turns me towards him.
"What is your mission?" he asks.
"Protect and train the Maximoff siblings," I state.
"And?"
"And safeguard Loki's scepter from potential threats."
The soldier nods at me before letting go of my arm. I nod back at him and board the jet, strapping myself to its side in preparation for taking off. Something feels off about this mission but I know that I have to obey orders. And that is what I intend to do.
Fade (Chapter 1: The Maximoffs)
Summary: On assignment, Erin meets the infamous Maximoff twins, the successful versions of the same experiments she endured. They are her first students ever, meaning Erin has a choice. Turn them into weapons or help them grow stronger.
Rating:
After hours of flying on the jet, we finally land in Sokovia. From there multiple of Hydra's soldiers escort me to my new commander, Strucker. On the way to his office, we pass two prison cells that exactly match my old one. I see a boy speedily running around his small cell, unable to stop himself from crashing into the walls. Beside him is a girl, around his age, floating cubes in mid-air and her hands glow red. Before I can investigate any further, I'm guided through a narrow hallway and into Strucker's office. Once I am seated in front of him, all of the soldiers scurry out of the room, leaving us alone.
"Your previous commander gave you your mission, correct?" he asks, his voice as rough as always. He is staring at something on his desk instead of paying attention to me.
"No, he just sent me here for fun." I sarcastically remark, purposefully trying to piss him off.
"Don't play games with me, agent," Strucker growls, his attention now on me.
"You know," I stand from my seat and lean on the front of his desk. "I'm qualified to be your superior. But instead of hiding behind a desk, I choose to get the job done. If I'm going to stay here and train your little experiments, you are going to give me the same degree of respect that I had back home or I leave. Are we clear?" I say. Strucker stands from his desk, clearly irritated. He takes a defensive stance and takes a deep breath in to try to intimidate me. Obviously, he's the one who is intimidated in this situation.
"I don't like your tone, soldier. I suggest you sit back in your seat and shut the f-" Strucker orders but I cut him off in a... different way. I fade through the desk and his body and quickly pull out the knife from my boot with my abilities, retrieving it in my hand. I wrap my arm around his neck, the knife pressed against his throat. This silences him before he can utter another word.
"Now this can go one of two ways. I can slit your throat and I will get away scot-free. Or, you can shut your mouth and give me the respect I deserve." I whisper into his ear. The man begins to shake a little but stands firm.
"I don't respect someone out of fear." Strucker spits back, his voice wavering the tiniest bit. I strengthen my grip on him as I begin to crush his esophagus with the side of my forearm.
"I've been loyal to Hydra all of my life and I am not exaggerating. I'm their strongest agent. I think that deserves a little respect. " I spit at him, pressing the knife a little more into his throat. Strucker begins to wheeze so he taps my arm in submission and I let go. He sits back at his desk, his face pale from lack of oxygen and I sit across from him. I silently slip the knife back into my boot and reload it in case I have another "incident".
"The guards will lead you to your new sleeping quarters. From there you will have time to unpack and then you will meet the Maximoff twins."
"Yes, sir," I reply, sarcasm laced in my tone, before standing up. The guards follow Strucker's orders, leading me to my new home.
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After I was settled in my room, the guards lead me to their training room where the Maximoffs were waiting. I was dressed in a sports bra and tight knee-high pants, my hands wrapped in protective bandages. I am pushed into a moldy smelling gym, no equipment in sight, only two frightened teenagers.
"They're all yours." A guard says and I nod in acknowledgement. Once they leave, the two siblings just stare at me in confusion. The awkward silence fills the room until the girl in the corner of the room speaks.
"How do they expect someone so young to train us?" she says, her Sokovian accent thick. The boy zooms over and stares condescendingly while circling me like a shark. I glare back at him, my stance unyielding.
"I bet you she doesn't even have powers." he snarkily remarks to his sister. I shake my head and cross my arms, effortlessly becoming intangible.
"Then punch me." I spit back.
"What?" the boy says, confusion thick in his accent.
"If you’re confident, then punch me," I reply. The boy still looks confused but listens to my order, pulling his fist back. He swings and his fist phases right through me. I take the opportunity to fade right through him and take my stance from behind. Once I become solid again, I push him against the wall using my abilities. After a quick chuckle, I let him go momentarily. He then turns to try and fight me again. I shake my head and turn off the gravity in the room for him, leaving the girl and I glued to the floor. Once I drop the boy, he looks at me in awe and fear.
"So, you think I still don't have powers?" I ask after crouching to his level. He shakes his head rapidly and I offer him my hand. He looks at me like I'm the craziest person on earth before gratefully taking it. I lift him back up with me and our eyes meet.
"What's your name?" he asks. I look at him as if he's crazy. You don't ask a superior their name unless you want a hand to the face. But they have only been here a few years, they still don't know our rules.
"Erin, but outside of this area, you will call me Commander. Another word of advice, don't ask any of your superiors for their name. That will only earn you a hand to the face."
"Thanks for the advice." the boy mumbles as he looks downwards while rubbing the base of his head.
"I take it you have already made that mistake," I conclude and he nods.
"My name is Pietro and my sister is Wanda," Pietro says as he points to his sibling. She is still in the corner, staring at her hands as if she doesn't know what to do with them. I walk over to her and hold out my hands for her to take. Wanda looks at them skeptically before taking them and lifting herself up.
"If you are going to survive here, you can't have any space for weakness. I was sent here to train you but I'm not going to do that. I'm going to teach you how to survive."
"But how do we do that if we don't have any control of our powers? It's impossible." Wanda says, the idea of training causing her to panic. Her hands begin to glow and she stares at them in fear.
"That. Right there. You can't be afraid of your powers. You need to become one with them. Focus on that power and then channel it." I say. Wanda's attention slowly turns to me as she shakes. She pushes her hands outwards and timidly lifts me from my standing place. Wanda then freaks out and drops me but I land on my feet, my left hand in front of me.
"How... how is it possible?" Wanda asks, referring to her powers. I stand back up and take her hands once again.
"When you can do the things I can do, nothing is impossible."
This was so sad. I grew up with these characters, went to see the movies when they came out in theaters, became attached to them. Tony Stark’s reign was too short and the saddest death that Marvel has done so far. Thank you, Tony, for a truly amazing saga.
Was Spider-Man’s AI named Karen because someone was watching too much spongebob?
