I feel like I live in an alternate Marvel reality these days.
Depending on the mood of my three year-old George, a.k.a. Tony Stark, I’m at risk for being blown up by his repulser. And he’s a VERY temperamental guy.
Cooper likens himself to Captain America. He’s got a thing for shields. Also, he doesn’t like keeping his clothes on so a second-skin suit kind of works well for him. He’s a little whiny at times, but who can blame him? Saving the world is pretty exhausting. There’s also no love lost between Cap and Tony, so he gets blown up pretty often too.
Then there’s Lulu. She could sell ice to an Eskimo. Though she doesn’t share the pummeling skills of the Black Widow, if put in a room with her for an interrogation, you’d end up beating the crap out of yourself. Her rhetoric is as powerful as Black Widow’s roundhouse kicks. Trust me.
Hulk…well, he’s just LOUD. That’s my Hubby, according to my kids. Plus, he’s green (Hulk, not Hubby) and that’s super cool just like Dad.
Nobody’s really interested in Hawkeye. He’s only good for shooting arrows. But what happens when they run out? Then what’s his thing? Good eyesight? Blah! Plus, Black Widow can trounce his ass. Who’d want to be THAT guy? I would personally rather be Loki. At least he’s got a scepter.
Where exactly does this leave me? Who am I??
Well, I’m the ringleader of this crew, the glue that holds the whole mess of them together, for better or worse. I am…wait for it…Nick Fury, who is one of the greatest strategic minds in the world, a born leader and a master of espionage. Totally perfect fit.