"Some roses have steel thorns." For ofvalkyries
Bjork in Drawing Restraint 9
Every time I think things might be okay in the Marvel universe, I find myself thinking of a little boy.
A little boy who believed that change was good, that the past could be made right, that he could follow his brother’s footsteps and make amends.
A little boy who found that the scales were weighed against him from the very start, who met with nothing but hate and resistance.
A little boy who gave up quite literally everything he ever wanted, every hope he’d ever had, and then quietly died. Unmourned, unloved, unmissed.
And then I remember that nothing in the Marvel universe is ever okay.