You screwed up, Avengers. That's human. What is also human is the ability to learn from those mistakes. To grow. To mature. If you do that -- even a little -- then perhaps what I went through will have a positive meaning. It's your choice.
I don't believe my secret identity takes precedence over this. I'm Warbird, and I'm... I'm an alcoholic. I was fighting drunk, enraged. I'd gone after Iron Man, for an imagined slight-- And I dropkicked him through the wing of the airplane. I didn't know the plane was there, we got it down safely, and nobody was injured, but that's not the point. The point is that I was drunk, and that I did it. I regret my lapse of judgement-- My destructive behavior-- More than you can know. With Iron Man's help and support, I've joined Alcoholics Anonymous-- And recently gotten my 30-day Sobriety Chip. I stand ready to take responsibility for my actions, in whatever manner this tribunal decides.
Guess what? You're one of my best friends on the planet. And the reason I can be friends with you is that I understand what is the matter with you. Okay? I see past all of this "thing" you do, this person you act like and I know who you really are.
Dammit it! Do you know that I've been beating myself up lately? Totally riding myself about not doing all I could be doing. I've felt like I was a failure and as if I'd been wasting my talents, but you--
You don't leave your team in the middle of a battle and go off half-cocked. You'd know that if you knew anything. That's why you fail. And you're crazy. And I know I could have killed you and I didn't. I'm better than you. Just FYI.
He was everything I remembered. More. Not a moment's hesitation. Once he knew what it would take to save his people--he gave it willingly. His unrivaled nobility and courage. How we need him. How we need that pure valor. How much different things would be if he were still with us. And how much I miss my dear friend. The image of a lone man willing to sacrifice his opportunity for life...for a world, and people, that forsook him. Inspired by the very notion such nobility is possible. Captain Marvel. The name will always define the best of us. Perhaps it should live on.
Protocols...I know we have Avengers time travel protocols. I just need to remember what they are... Don't step on butterflies...? Something about butterflies. Spider-Woman was right. There should be a handbook.
I know it's a mistake, before my feet leave the ground, I know. But the nature of my magical thinking is such that I believe, truly believe, that I'll get away with it. Because I'm special. Because I'm me.
Well... First there was nothing, then there was everything... Then the good lord saw fit to bring me into the world to kick the asses of those who need it most. So get ready 'cause this day or the next, it's coming.
Have you ever seen a little girl run so fast she falls down? There's an instant, a fraction of a second before the world catches hold of her again... A moment when she's outrun every doubt and fear she's ever had about herself and she flies. In that one moment, every little girl flies. I need to find that again. Like taking a car out into the desert to see how fast it can go, I need to find the edge of me... And maybe, if I fly far enough, I'll be able to turn around and look at the world... And see where I belong.
My name is Captain Marvel... I am an Earthling and an Avenger. But today I stand as one with the settlers of Torfa, who clam this planet and its resources as they were freely given in the aftermath of the Behemoth disaster... They are a peaceful people, but I am a woman of war. If you move against them, you move against me. I am willing to die here today, for this cause. I have made my choice... Now you make yours.
Oh, sweetheart. You know, I thought I came out here for me. So I could get a sense of closure -- meet this gutsy, upstart girl who's taken on my name. But over the past couple of hours, I've realized something -- I came here for me, but I stayed for you. A lot of people think you're something special, and now I see why. And -- and it makes me wish we had more time.
All our satellites, our early-warning systems -- we're still in the dark, walking a tightrope. The Ultimates is about solving the world-threatening problems -- but we still don't know where the next threat's coming from. Not really. That's the real problem. The ultimate problem. So how do we solve it?
When you're a soldier, when you go to war, you see people die. Your friends. People you're closer to in some ways than your own family. In training. In battle. Even suicide. And it's easy... it's easy to ask what it was for. If any good came of it. This is Eliot Burke. Army veteran and security guard at Project P.E.G.A.S.U.S. His wife, Vivian, works there too. They met on the job. She's a geneticist working on a promising treatment for leukemia in the P.E.G.A.S.U.S. labs. They're alive today -- along with hundreds of others -- because of Rhodey. And because of you. What's keeping me from falling apart... is that I know Rhodey died doing something good. Something he'd consider worth dying for. I know what Tony said to you. And I am not for once second discounting his grief. But I want to give you another perspective. You can help us stop criminals and madmen before they hurt anyone. You can tell us when natural disasters are about to happen. We're going to go out there and put our lives in the line anyway. You can give us the gift of knowing it's for a reason. The best and bravest people I know are prepared to take that risk. Not just prepared - -we want to. But to do it right -- to do it the best way we possibly can -- we need you.
If other old friends... Hate me, I can live with that. Because I know how many innocent people we've saved. But it only works if we hold ourselves to a strict standard. Show we're not just targeting people we don't like. That, I'll never sign off on. The second you ask me to do something I can't live with... I'm gone. And you can see how well all this works without me.
You have no idea what a real leader is. A leader has to project confidence. Fight for what she believes in. But never stop questioning, wondering how to be better. You take in everything... and make your call. You thought isolating me would make me weaker? Buddy, you don't know me too well. All my life I've had to rely on myself, trust my instincts and convictions when others doubted me, and be prepared to back them up. You didn't hurt me with what you did. You gave me what I needed to win.
I know I'm only part Kree. My Human family's from Boston not Hala -- that's the Milky Way, not the Greater Magellanic Cloud. I know I only inherited my Kree powers in a freak accident, when I stumbled across a Psyche-Magnitron, a piece of ancient alien tech... but try telling that to the Kree life forces rushing through me... propelling me higher and faster... because somewhere down there is a blue-skinned Kree kid who needs my help.
No,Monica. You listen to me. We were charged with a mission. Protect the Earth from this Chitauri invasion. Defend our little piece of the stars. What happens if that shield comes down as a wave is approaching? Do we just trust Hydra to take care of it? I want to be ready and on guard. Like I swore an oath to be. So you make your decisions, but I will not leave my post -- I am Captain Marvel of the Alpha Flight Space Program -- and I will not abandon ship.
Oh honey -- I don't hate you. I could never hate you. It's just -- after we had that argument, I could see that you were... well... growing up. On your own path. And that maybe it wasn't a great idea for me to be around so much.
Y'know, I've met a lot of heroes. Few would describe themselves as such. It's a loaded word that doesn't leave room for human frailty...or any other kind. I don't need heroes. I just need people who can make a difference.