The world still doesn't know that Cap's quit us! When it finds out... will it figure that the once-mighty Avengers are washed up? Can we make it without Cap -- the greatest leader a fighting team ever had?
I'm startin' to think maybe this Midwest team isn't such a bad idea. Your powers are kinda funky, and your code names stink...But with the proper management...my management...This could be a heckuva team!
Starting now, this neighborhood belongs to the people who LIVE in it. Starting now, you will be held ACCOUNTABLE for every act of violence you commit -- and the CONSEQUENCES will be delivered to your door.
I don't have the answers to all your questions, Jim. I'm not sure anybody does. But I do know that Hitlers like Arul, psychos like Deathtoll and obedient soldiers like Cold Warrior don't even ask those kind of questions. Maybe the questions keep you honest. Maybe it's when you think you've got all the answers you ought to worry.
I know I haven't mentioned it yet -- but what you guys did -- coming to help me -- --I -- I wanted to say...thanks. A lot. And if you guys ever have to go to hell again, don't worry......I'll be behind you every step of the way!
You don't know how to handle it, do you? The grief. The pain. The loss... So you reached for the thing you know best -- you tried to make a deal. Tried to strike a bargain that would make it all go away. And you CAN'T.
Every time the world has gone to hell someone take advantage of it. Stock market crashes and some dirtbag parachutes out with a billion dollars. Country goes to war, the mob has a field day...now this? This? And dressed in our uniforms? Representing something we've dedicated our lives to? Twisting it into something they can sell? No! NO! We don't wait for them to show their true colors. We know their true colors. We go there and we stop them before it all goes to hell again. We go there and we take back the Avengers from the hands of the Green Goblin maniac! We're the Avengers. We take it back.
To successfully make a shot, you gotta follow and master basic steps. Your stance is the foundation. Where you draw your strength. Nock the arrow and grip. Realize you are wielding a weapon. Mindset. Focus solely on your goal, regardless of your surroundings. Be in the now. Set up and draw. Inhale and prepare for what you are about to do. Anchor and hold. There is no going back. Aim. All that remains is you and your target. Release and follow through. Master those and you hit every time. One last step. Feedback. Basically...take responsibility for the outcome. For every shot.
So we're clear, you're admitting you're a hypocrite? The guy who's gone off when he was dying, back from the dead, in armor, and...am I missing any more? Take the high road, Steve, and at least admit when you're wrong.
I want this Superia, H.A.M.M.E.R., all of it. I want to know what they were trying to do and I want it all burned to the ground in front of her. I want her in jail or dead for this and I want it all done by the time Bobbi is out of surgery.
Yeah, man. The idea of Avengers Academy is a winner. And what you've done to our old West Coast Avengers compound is a thing'a beauty. So quit beatin' yourself up. Let's get out there--and meet the new class!
I got into this because Alicia's brother came to me for help. I understood him. Understood his need to look out for his sister. It's why I kept Steve out of it. And it's why I'm going to lie to you, Tony. I don't want to tell you they're afraid of you. Afraid you'll round them up, no matter what I tell them... I want to protect you. Because I'm an Avenger. Because you're my brothers.
I mean, I can't miss... I'm on a team with super-humans. And one god, in case you've forgotten. Even you... well, you climb walls really well. The training is the only thing that makes me special. And if I'm not special, then none of this is worth it. I gave up a lot for this life. I could have been happy with Mockingbir-- Bobbi. We could have had a good, simple life. But I wanted to play with the big boys. And if I miss, it means I'm just another dude with a bow. It means I've been fooling myself this whole time. And that's why I never miss.
I'm ready to face my demons -- but there's a guardian angel with other plans... which means this isn't my time to die. It's my time to fight. I can't die. Not again. And definitely not now. Maybe I'm meant for more than being remembered as the guy who killed the Hulk. Maybe. I don't know. All I know is one thing... there are fights to be fought. People that need protection. That's why Banner asked me to kill him. He knew me... knew that I'd do what needed to be done.
Look... I get it... I do. You're a lone wolf. That's your thing. I can respect that. But... Puck said you'd called him, you were asking for help. And if you're asking him for help, despite being a loner, then that makes me think that maybe things are bad.
Hah! To think that one of the accursed Avengers should be captured in my very stronghold ... lured here by his love for the Black Widow! What could better prove how superior to all Americans is the one they call... the Red Guardian!!
Am I okay with it? No. Do I see why I have to? Yes. This has always been about getting your lives straight. Mine too, I think. I fought to give you guys enough rope to swing or hang. Look how many of you swung with it. So how can I not give New-Coke Zemo the same chance?
We've all met before, with the exception of this new Ant-Man, whom I've read... things about. Captain America has offered me the reins of this unit, and with great pride, I accept... Our world seems to be in constant peril. I hope together we can preemptively put a stop to some of the chaos -
<span title="Source: (being attacked by the Squadron Supreme) Avengers (Vol. 3) #5">Five'll get you ten they're being mindcontrolled again -- by the Serpent Crown, the Over-Mind, my aunt Pearl -- anybody!