It’s just.

Okay.

I am a Marvel/DC fan since…well, conception really. I was born to a Trekfan and his Star Wars mate. Dad grew up on comics, living in the bumfuck of nowhere Appalachia Virginia with very little entertainment. It was comics. It was Trek. Etc.

Still, when I came of geeky age, certain heroes had kinda…always been around? Become old hat, boring? X-Men were awesome. Batman was awesome. Cap was kind of a relic, as was Thor, Iron Man was still pretty cool but I was totally about the X-Men as a tween/teenager.

 Then movies happened. First X-Men, which I had a few problems with but overall loved. And then a lot of sucky, ‘let’s keep up with the movie studios’ followups.

 But then.

Cap.

Thor.

Stark.

Characters I’d banished to the back of my stash. Then I recalled the summer of 2007, and DEVOURING free copies of Civil War at my workplace, and the day I just. Had a total meltdown in the back room. Yeah a boyfriend was being a shithead to me. Sure my parents were threatening to disown me.

It didn’t matter. Captain America was dying and there wasn’t anything I could do.

So yeah, the new take on the storylines mean a fuckton to me. For one, I’m a Joss-phile, through and through. But before that, I was a comic fan. I was a lonely, big-nosed, weirdass girl who adored comics and though I was wary at first, I am so glad I dived back in and THOROUGHLY enjoy the new films.

It’s just.

When you grow up on this stuff?

You’re SO afraid of someone getting it wrong.

Thanks for not getting it wrong, Joss, fandom, Stan, etc :D