TM-245: What's the first thing you remember?
What's the first thing you remember?
You know what I remember? I remember the headline a few days before the Super-Human Registration Act went into effect: Captain America Mounts Rebellion Against SHRA.
Does anybody else remember that headline? No? How about the reports of some clone of Thor-a clone of a god-killing a hero in cold blood? Anyone remember that one?
Lately I think I’m the only one who does.
I mean, sure, I’ll admit. I tried to talk Steve out of it, at first. I was a SHIELD agent. SHIELD was enforcing the law. Holding heroes accountable seemed like a sound plan.
But Tony Stark threw accountability out the window when Bill Foster died. And when I saw Captain America beating him into scrap metal on national television? Hell, I cheered.
But nobody seems to remember that, now. Least of all my ex-boyfriend, who’s apparently thrown his hat and more in with the fascist prick who started all this. And I don’t care how much he’s “changed,” or how much the law has been modified by the Supreme Court in the months since. That doesn’t undo the facts of that civil war. And after everything Stark has done-after everything he said and did to Steve during that war-Steve’s still skipping along behind. He’s like John goddamn McCain.
Every time I close my eyes, my brain conjures up images of Steve and Stark in bed together, sweaty and red-faced and writhing. That is, when I’m not seeing images of Steve’s dead body, bleeding in my guilty arms. I spend half my waking moments fighting down nausea.
Not that I should be surprised. Why should we put any trust in a man who kept the fact that he was still alive a secret for a whole year? But it’s not like anyone would have wanted to know that or anything, right? It’s not like the world could have used his skills.
Let’s face it: Steve Rogers has become just as much of a selfish jerk as Tony Stark ever was.
And before you ask, yes, I’m fine. I was out of commission for awhile with a bout of insanity and coma illness, but now I’m back and better than ever. I’m not dating Steve Rogers, and I’m not working for SHIELD, and I’m better off without both.
I see things clearly now.
I have no idea what I’m doing.
You know what I remember? I remember the headline a few days before the Super-Human Registration Act went into effect: Captain America Mounts Rebellion Against SHRA.
Does anybody else remember that headline? No? How about the reports of some clone of Thor-a clone of a god-killing a hero in cold blood? Anyone remember that one?
Lately I think I’m the only one who does.
I mean, sure, I’ll admit. I tried to talk Steve out of it, at first. I was a SHIELD agent. SHIELD was enforcing the law. Holding heroes accountable seemed like a sound plan.
But Tony Stark threw accountability out the window when Bill Foster died. And when I saw Captain America beating him into scrap metal on national television? Hell, I cheered.
But nobody seems to remember that, now. Least of all my ex-boyfriend, who’s apparently thrown his hat and more in with the fascist prick who started all this. And I don’t care how much he’s “changed,” or how much the law has been modified by the Supreme Court in the months since. That doesn’t undo the facts of that civil war. And after everything Stark has done-after everything he said and did to Steve during that war-Steve’s still skipping along behind. He’s like John goddamn McCain.
Every time I close my eyes, my brain conjures up images of Steve and Stark in bed together, sweaty and red-faced and writhing. That is, when I’m not seeing images of Steve’s dead body, bleeding in my guilty arms. I spend half my waking moments fighting down nausea.
Not that I should be surprised. Why should we put any trust in a man who kept the fact that he was still alive a secret for a whole year? But it’s not like anyone would have wanted to know that or anything, right? It’s not like the world could have used his skills.
Let’s face it: Steve Rogers has become just as much of a selfish jerk as Tony Stark ever was.
And before you ask, yes, I’m fine. I was out of commission for awhile with a bout of insanity and coma illness, but now I’m back and better than ever. I’m not dating Steve Rogers, and I’m not working for SHIELD, and I’m better off without both.
I see things clearly now.
I have no idea what I’m doing.