honestly, marvel will never swerve me as hard as they did when they seamlessly transitioned from “happy peter getting ready to pick up his homecoming date” to “holy fuck its the vulture he’s liz’s dad peter’s gonna fucking die”
I never asked – never wanted – to be Captain America. But that mask, those stars and stripes, that shield…they change you. I can see now the burdenthat Steve’s always carried. And it feels strange to admit I want that burden back… But underneath it all, what I really know is…I want to deserve it…somehow.
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