As much as I wish to deny it...this is unfortunately true. Deep down humans have a corrupt sense of nature. We all have fatal flaws, everyones is different...everyone is unique. For the people whose fatal flaw is hubris they have it worse than anyone else. They believe they can rule the world better than anyone else...that theyre way will be perfection. This is not the case, for perfection is unattainable. Finally, after all my travels do I realize this, finally after all the wars Ive fought in, all the death Ive seen, all the death Ive given others...perfection is a flawed concept. I refuse to think that I could rule this world...I know that nothing I did would change a damn thing. I think thats why I prefer this universe we found...this dimension...for it gives us the constant and the variable I desire to fix the world one problem at a time. Booker sighed before running his left hand over his face, and then moving his index finger and middle finger to pinch the bridge of his nose. Those things being S.H.I.E.L.D. and Sebastian. The one is a job I would never sacrifice for the world...the other being a butler who is more loyal to me than I had ever been to my own daughter. I never deserved the things Ive been given...but Ive been given them and now only time will tell if the lessons Ive learned from my hard life will pay off. So soon well be able to tell Director Stark if he made the right choice...one I wish to prove to him and the rest of the Avengers that was the right one...I want to prove it to them all. Pym, Banner, Barton, Steve, James, Howlett...everyone. I NEED to prove to them and to myself, not to mention Anna...that I will never be Comstock. Never. That chapter is done, and now we move into the future. youtube/watch?v=hYZJER4bZLk
Posted on: Mon, 03 Feb 2014 07:07:52 +0000
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