When Tony asks Strange how many they win out of the 14 million possible futures, and, oh god, that look Strange gives Tony when he says, “One.” It was sorrowful. Like he was apologizing to Tony in particular.
Strange knows whatever future it takes to beat Thanos will be incredibly hard on Tony. I mean, until that moment, Strange called Tony “douchebag,” referred to him with detachment (”Stark”), but then there? At the end? He softly calls him, “Tony”for the first time while making sure Tony knew that, “There was no other way” with a solemn shake of his head. He’s so fucking sorry Tony is about to go through whatever’s to come next, but Strange knows it’s all resting on Tony’s shoulders from here on out. Whatever Strange saw made Tony earn his respect.
supervillains fucking hate fighting the x-men because the teams change constantly and sometimes there are??? totally new people there???? fuck there’s a teenager who literally just has eyes all over his body. is he even technically a superhero yet or is he a student. who the fuck knows. how do we counter this shit
When one seems completely non-mutated and they’re like
And no matter which team it is, Wolverine is there. Is it the future? Wolverine is there. Is it an alternate reality? Wolverine is there. Is Wolverine dead? Wolverine is there.
Was Wolverine never born in this alternate reality? Wolverine is there.
Does Wolverine only exist as a non corporeal spirit? Wolverine is there.
Is Wolverine only a philosophical construct used to explain our place in an uncaring universe? Wolverine is there.
Is Wolverine only a theological concept used to explain mankind’s struggle against the universe? Wolverine is there.
Is Wolverine there? Another Wolverine is also there.
And let’s not forget when the villains just switch sides. Last week this guy was on your side now he’s next to Wolverine and kicking your ass.
like, heimdall saw that shit right? odin comes back through the bifrost and heimdall is just “…………….”
heimdall: that’s a baby
odin: yes! he’s my son! ………..loki. i’m going to dress him in green and black, because that worked great last time
or odin comes back and is trying to figure out, how to play it, and heimdall and frigga are just waiting for him and completely deadpan
frigga: ah, husband! you have returned from war in time to meet your newborn son. who i had. after being pregnant. secretly.
odin: what
frigga:
heimdall:
loki: *baby noises*
odin: right
honestly, i just need heimdall going up to frigga like “you won’t believe what your husband just did”
odin: he’s a replacement for the child I had to lock away in the shadow realm.
heimdall:
odin: I’ll do better by this one. I know I will.
heimdall:
heimdall: You mean Frigga will.
Odin: Please can we keep it? It’s cute and changes colours and smiles at my empty eye socket. I promise I’ll take care of it I’ll feed it every week and I’ll dress it in green and black and I’ll teach it to throw knives and it will be great!
Heimdall: Frigga, he stole a baby. Say something.
THIS IS THE BEST THING
I like to imagine Frigga visiting Heimdall and they have tea and gossip about how much a mess Odin is.
Hiemdall: *plopping into Friggas parlour and already reaching for the cup Frigga is passing him* Lemme tell you what wild shit your sons are doing in Alfhiem
Hiemdall rollerblading into the throne room this week with sunglasses and a piña coloda: Your Majesty, you’re not going to fucking believe this stuff your son brought back from Midgard.
Frigga, iceskating down the bifrost with three bottles of tequila wearing a mini cape from a midgardian children’s dracula costume: Heimdall, my good bitch, I have news.
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