Marvel Analog Horror Universe

Protect me? Protect me from what, Hulk? The only thing I'm afraid of... the only thing that is hurting me... ...is you.

So many promises. Every single time. 'I love you love you love you.' But then the world needs saving. Or smashing. Doesn't matter. Because there you are again. Giant and green and furious and...and this will never, ever change. Hope? No. Hell. So this is it. I can't...she can't... Betty can't take it. So I guess it's up to me. Only problem is...I don't care.

Bruce! Go Away! Leave me alone! I hate you!! I hate you!! I HATE YOU!!

Natalia. People are coming to kill us. We must kill them instead. You must put aside your grief and move.

I did not try to kill you. A, I put you on a wire to remove an obstacle. And B, I did not break anything.

It's hard work. It's hard finding them. It's... It's hard watching them wake. But it's so worth it.

I'm the beast that hunts in the darkness now. I'm the monster who even monsters fear. I'm the White Tiger.

You want a deal? This is your deal: Give me everything you have. Now. Or crawl away and die and I'll do it without you.

All-Father, the millennium of numbness in my heart does not permit me forgive thee. But I can try to accept thee as thou art... thy awesomeness and thy awfulness... and I pray thou canst do the same for me.

Do you not think Asgard's lord Odin could bring such a... "miracle" about if he so desired? It is well within his reach -- but he refrains! For we gods learned long ago that man must make his own heaven! To have it imposed upon him from without results only in chaos -- and in death!

I've defended and avenged... fought the incredible and the mighty... and carried the worthy to their great reward... I am Valkyrior... Brunnhilde, shield maiden of Asgard... I am Valkyrie!

I... I have the power! The stick was the hammer! And now I... I can feel the power of the demon himself added to my own! Power enough to shake this planet to its foundation!

I loathe to deal with you, murderer, but it seems I have no choice. Once we have dealt with this monster I will give you no quarter. There will never be peace between us.

I may not be a native son of the realm eternal, but the power in my hammer comes from Odin himself. So Beta Ray Bill fights for Asgard! On this day and all the tomorrows!

Every part a' the man I was says I should push my bo-staff through your thick skull -- but the problem with dat solution -- is that I'd be givin' you -- exactly what you want!

Admit it, mon ami, we actu'ly make a pretty good team... when we ain't tryin' t'kill each other.

Do you know how long I've been waiting for this? Woo, I'm about to make a name for myself here.

Here's the deal -- You guys want to be 'Young Avengers -- I say you have to earn it. You guys have to choose. You can try out to join us. Or you can find yourselves another name.

So, when Iron Lad told me he was in trouble -- that he needed a Super Soldier -- I lied and told him he'd found one. And then I did what I had to do to become one.

Osborn... You didn't just steal the name 'Avengers'... You stole my name, 'Iron Patriot.' And the word 'hero.' And the costume you wear. And that flag you sprayed on it. But you're not a hero. You're not a patriot -- and you are NOT an Avenger!

You know, this is getting a little personal.

Ever since I escaped that flesh factory in Korea... something's been off. See these dice? Any other time in my life, I could roll a seven or a boxcar with every toss. But these days... it's nothing but snake eyes. I've lost my luck. I knew it had to have gone somewhere.

I used to carry scars. From what XENO did to me. Physical scars. Emotional scars too. But when Colossus and I took out that train laboratory, when I laid on the tracks bleeding, I asked him to edit out all the pain. The Five clipped out any memory of everything that had happened. And now I'm thinking that was a mistake. Now I'm thinking I need to go back. Back to the past. Back to Xeno.

My family... we've been through a lot. But the thing is... we always stuck together... no matter what. Even when we couldn't be. When we're together... there's... nothing... we... can't... do

I want to thank you. I've been feeling a bit down lately -- even before the youth-stealing. I was worried I'd lost myself... my identity. Or maybe there wasn't even anything to lose in the first place. So I went looking. Trying to find something... anything... that would help define me. But then I aged overnight. I lost my life all over again, and I realized something. I don't need to "find myself." I don't need a new "thing." Because I already have it. Being Silk. Even at 80... it's who I am. It's what makes me happy. My purpose. My present. My future.

I may not be at my best. All right, I'm nowhere close to my best. But it doesn't matter. I have to try or else innocent people pay the price... That's what being a hero means.

I refuse to let the past hurt me.

It was the right thing to do. Everybody was right. The reality of being a hero isn't what you expect. It's not always what you'd want it to be. But sometimes, it can be better.

I want to tell Dr. Pym. I want to tell him so badly. That we know the truth. That we aren't the most promising young superhumans in the country. We're the most screwed up. That Avengers Academy doesn't exist to make us into heroes but to keep us from becoming villains. I know why they kept it from us. I looked it up. If kids know something about themselves, it can become a self-fulfilling prophecy. But we do know, and I'm afraid it's coming true.

We need to take care of each other now.

People like to tell you everyone dies alone. I always thought that was a poetic way of saying mortality is inevitable. Or death is scary. But I'm calm now. I can't feel anything but the cold. This is the end. And right at the moment...it's not the dying that keeps me dragging myself through the snow. It's the alone.

I've always tried so hard to do the right thing. Even when it smashed my life to pieces. Even when it took my parents away. I tried to be good. But what the hell's the point? Being good keeps turning out wrong. I keep hurting all the people I love. So forget it. Just this once. Just for a while. I'm gonna do the wrong thing. The stupid bad thing. And I'm gonna like it.

Hey, when you've seen "Raiders of the Lost Ark" twenty-seven times, jumping from one speeding object to another becomes second nature!

My name is Scott Lang. I've been a lot of things in my life. I'm an engineer, a designer, a nanotech specialist, a teacher, a father, a super hero... And it sounds like, in a few weeks, I'm going to be the head of the Future Foundation for a few minutes.

I love you so much, Cassie. You're the best thing that ever happened to me. My reason for...well, everything. But it's like they always say--sometimes, when you really love someone? The best thing you can for them...is let them go.

I'm not going anywhere. My father was an Avenger. This was his home. And one weekend a month, it was mine, too. Now he's dead. And all I have left of him is inside the mansion. So I don't care who you are--or what powers you have... I'm not leaving without it!

It's me, Mom -- I did it -- this is all my fault.

I did the best I could. And I'm through apologizing for who and what I am.

This is an emergency broadcast from Ironheart to all agencies, heroes and civilian broadcast streams. I know many of you will be heading for the crash site on Roosevelt Island. Stop. Immediately. Cut off everything to the island. No one comes in, no one gets out. A virus has landed on Earth.

My stepdad. it's this thing he used to say all the time. "Those who move with courage make the path for those who live with fear." He said it constantly. He said my mother taught him that. And I just... I was tired of being afraid. I wanted to fly.

You're right, okay? I am scared! You think I don't want to suit up? Because I think about it every day. I think about all the good that we've done, since I suited up. I think about what I lost before I put on that suit. But I know that if we get caught, or this glitch gets so bad you can't stop yourself from killing someone like André, I'll get arrested. And I can't put my mom through that. And worse, I'll lose you. I can't do it -- I can't lose you again.

Yes, they are young. But they have risked their lives fighting Sentinels...Purfiers...any threat that arose. To give mutantkind a future. That future has arrived. To deny them the chance to participate in it -- simply because they are young -- it is wrong. And I will not allow it.

I took an oath to make sure nothing like what my sisters and I went through happens again. I took a name I hate so you know your end, the end of this work, came at the hands of your creation.

I'm not X-23. I'm not your experiment. I'm not your fucking property! You are the last person who will ever think they can own me. No one owns me! I'm not a thing. I'm Laura Kinney! I'm the daughter of Sarah. I'm the daughter of Logan. I'm Wolverine!!!

Look out, Bazin. This is the age of -- what name did that old wing say, oh yeah -- Darkhawk! Yeah, Darkhawk. Ready or not, world -- here I come!

Maybe I need to stop being Darkhawk for a while... to get my own life in order... and my family's. But I decided a while back that as long as there was a need for a Darkhawk -- I'd take on that responsibility.

The name's Darkhawk. I thought I could retire… But because of sick freaks like you, that can never happen. There's a war going on, a war between good and evil. And in war, our elders may give the orders… But it's the young who have to fight.

All I'll say is that if there is someone out there that is telling you Clint is a bad guy, then maybe you should ask yourself what kind of person hired you. He is not perfect. Nobody's perfect. But he is good.

When I was younger, aliens invaded. And I was alone. And I was terrified. But then I saw you, fighting aliens with a stick and a string.

You showed me that being a hero isn't just for people who can fly or shoot lasers out of their hands, it's for anyone who's brave enough to do what's right, no matter the cost.

They call me terrorist. Radical. Zealot. Because I obey the ancient laws of my people, the Kree, and punish those who do not. Because I do not forgive your people for taking the life of my father and his father and his father before him. A thousand years of war between us will not be forgotten!

Xandar, you stand accused. Your wretched peace treaty will not save you. It will be the tinder on which you burn!

Behold! Your Guardians of the Galaxy! What fruit have they wrought? Only that my father and his father shall finally know vengeance. People of Xandar, the time has come to rejoice and renounce your paltry gods! Your salvation is at hand!

Here's how this goes down. You get back into your whalemobiles and take your little chittards and find another universe to bother. Or I blow you up.

No, really. Thank you. Ever since you've been back... having you and Mom back together... getting to be Nova with you... it's been unbelievable. You're the best.

No, let me ask you a question. Let me make sure I get this. Every day, kids are out there dying. Dying because they can't get enough to eat, dying as soldiers in wars we didn't start, dying from guns. Dying from drugs in our communities, from poisons that corporations sell us, from stress and depression. But you have a problem with us standing up for ourselves? Standing up for each other? You have a problem with us fighting back. And if Ms. Marvel were here, she would never buy this -- this fake concern thing you're trying to pull off.

I go by many Names, my Tick-Ridden Troll, but I'm sure the one that Black Knight knew me by is Gamora, the deadliest Woman in the whole Galaxy!

I now have the power to find and destroy Thanos and until I do, until the galaxy knows that I have done this once and for all... I cannot let what almost happened today happen again. I cannot let you be attacked for the legacy I carry with me. Please relate this to Drax and Groot. I do not believe I could look right into Groot's eyes and say this to him. I love you all too much. You have no idea how much.

I go by many names, my Tick-Ridden Troll, but I'm sure the one that Black Knight knew me by is Gamora, the Deadliest Woman in the whole Galaxy!

I am HIM... not born of man and woman! I was created to be invincible! And those who made me... made me well!

You reached for godhood, Warthog--yet, divinity is not built on sham--nor murder! You are but a creature of the mud--grasping to be what you are not! I am Warlock--and thus the violence you engendered shall be returned to you--fourfold!

I stand before a man in mental turmoil and anguish... quite insane. My goal is to help him despite the fact that some years back he nearly beat me to death: My most humiliating defeat. Unfortunately, his response to my Offer of aid is exactly as I expected it would be.

I am Groot.

I AM GROOT!!!

*bummed* I am Groot...

"Xandarians. What a bunch of losers! Always trying to get from something stupid to nothing at all.

YOU'RE MAKING... ME... BEAT... UP... GRASS!

You think you're the only one that lost people? What do you think we're doing here? I lost the only family I ever had. Quill, Groot, Drax, the chick with the antenna! All gone! I get that you miss your mom. But she's gone. Really gone. And there are plenty of people who are only kinda gone. And you can help them.

Bring harm to this one's man at your own peril, rash one!

This one may legitimately call herself a mistress of the martial arts...

We are now, each of us, obligated to honor the Groot's sacrifice. We will do so by completing our mission and saving this galaxy.

Never in all my travels have I met anyone as insane as you and your comrade!

I fought one war -- against Wraithkind. I have no desire to engage in another.

By sacrificing his life to save mine, Unam reminded me that Spaceknight power must be wielded honorably... no matter what the cost!

I told you when you hired me-- These things-- These things rarely end well.

In my mind I can't tell the difference between what he made me do or say and what I do or say on my own. The only reason I know I wasn't in love with him is that I say to myself: How could I be? I hate him.

They say everyone's born a hero. But if you let it, life will push you over the line until you're the villain. Problem is, you don't always know that you've crossed that line.

Almighty Thanos, I, Loki, Prince of Asgard, Odinson, the Rightful King of Jotunheim, God of Mischief, do hereby pledge to you, my undying fidelity...

Look at you, the mighty Thor, with all your strength. And what good does it do you now, huh? Do you hear me, brother? There's nothing you can do!

Is not this simpler? Is this not your natural state? It's the unspoken truth of humanity that you crave subjugation. The bright lure of freedom diminishes your life's joy in a mad scramble for power. For identity. You were made to be ruled. In the end, you will always kneel.

My way of life was instilled in K'un-Lun as well -- I regret you cannot understand!

Do not force me to battle you, officers of the law. For I am blameless of any wrongdoing and would remain so.

My name is Danniel Rand. After watching my parents murdered in cold blood, I was taken in by mystical monks. They protected me the only way they knew how. They turned fear into rage. To focus my rage, they promised vengeance. They turned me into a living weapon. Trained for ten years for the sole purpose of returning to Earth and killing Harold Meachum in the name of my dead mother and father. And then they acted surprised when I left. I returned to the world of men and found Meachum waiting for me in Rand Tower. A paraplegic, reeking of bourbon and fear. In essence, he was already dead. Guilt, reject and terror had already taken him. I looked into his hollow eyes. It was like looking into nothingness. I had become a weapon without a target. A worthless exercise. A lie. My fist wasn't forged in iron... But irony. An orphan of two worlds. Two families. Stuck in that place in-between. Now, where's a good place to catch up? Should I start with the metal monster standing over me? My dead father's face bolted onto it like a cheap Halloween mask... Or should I begin with the broken mess of bones I once called fists? My chi, the source of my power, cut off at the source.

Because Captain America is not just for the good days. He can't be. I can't be. If Captain America can't stand for the dream on the very worst day--when America is fallen--then there is no Captain America. Because our worst day is onl where we start from. Where we rise from. And if the man in the flag is too special to fall and rise and struggle with the rest... Then God help us all. If I've got to work harder now? Prove me more? That was always true. And that's a weight I'm proud to carry.

Let's just be honest here -- this country is as divided as it's ever been. Red and blue, black and white, Republican and Democrat, North and South -- feels like we are constantly at each other's throats. We don't trust each other. We no longer see ourselves in our neighbor. And this is not some intellectual debate -- people are dying. Our streets are burning. Inequality is soaring. It feels like things are about to break wide open. And it used to be -- even if we didn't agree on what to do in our communities, we could at least unite in fighting common enemies. Everybody's okay with beating up Hydra. Even that's not so simple anymore. The good guys -- S.H.I.E.L.D. and the N.S.A. -- are getting caught doing things we never dreamt the bad guys would do, even in our worst nightmares. But the even bigger, scarier problem for me? In all these struggles, all these debates, and all these things tearing us apart -- I have a side. That's right. I have opinions. Strongly held beliefs, even. And here's the thing -- the more I saw the people I believed I was standing up for being walked on -- the more I heard a noise machine spouting intolerance and fear, drowning common sense out -- the more I wondered -- shouldn't Captain America be more than just a symbol? Steve always tried to stay above the fray, and I respected him for it. He took a stand when he had to, but as far as politics went -- he played it close to the vest. But if I really believed I could make a difference -- if I really believed I could change some minds, do some good -- then wasn't I obligated to try?

Now. Look around you. Kind of amazing, isn't it? How we usually see the differences between us...separated by nationality, by color, by religion...and yet here we are all connected. Steve Rogers. That skinny blond-haired kid who grew up on the streets of New York...showed us that the ideals of the America dream -- the Great Melting Pot that can bring out the best of us and bind us all together -- actually WORKS!

Ammi and Abu taught me to always think about the greater good. To defend people who can't defend themselves, even if it means putting yourself at risk. I wish they could see that that's exactly what I'm trying to do.

You know those days you sometimes have? The days that seem totally ordinary when you wake up, but by the time you go to sleep that night, your whole life is divided into before that day and after that day? This is one of those days.

You want to know? You want to know what scares me most right now? Losing what we've built! Losing the Champions! Losing a family! Losing all those people who look up to us! That's what I'm scared of!

Some anonymous bad guy is ready to spend three million bucks to find out how tough I am... And I know how these things work! It'll be at least my third issue before I find out who it is! Although you readers will probably find out on the next page...

Heroes always do the right thing. So I've learned that as long as I do something, justice will ultimately prevail. It's a test of faith...a trial of strength...I just have to hold on tight and wait for the dust to settle. Maybe Hulk is right...that these are the days when herosim fails. And everything I stand for comes crashing down.

From now on, whatever Jennifer Walters can't handle-- the She-Hulk will do!

There is only one weapon a human always has-- and that is his or her own body. Trained properly-- it is the only weapon needed. But how sad-- that it is needed.

I do not seek power. I seek only peace.

But no matter where I go, no matter whom I fight, no matter by whose side I stand... one thing, always, remains. I am the Master of Kung Fu.

Hey if you looked like Ryan Reynolds crossed with a shar-pei, you'd understand!

How to be a super-villain, lesson 32: "When attacking your enemy, do not scream like a girl scouts -- as that may tend to alarm him to your presence, giving him the split-second he needs to reach --" his concussion grenades!!

You wanted to hear my story. Well, here it is: my name is Wade Wilson. I spent a lotta years doin' things I wasn't particularly proud of. Then I got cancer. Then I joned the Weapon X Project, hopin' to find a cure. I gained a healing factor which eliminated the cancer, and most of my skin. Then I washed out of Weapon X as a failed genetic mess. I was discarded, along with dozens of others. Left to rot -- in the dead pool. Busted out. Did a few more things I wasn't particularly proud of before I found my calling -- as Deadpool. Did more stuff. Saved the Universe. Got myself scragged -- woke up here -- wherever "here" is -- with you -- whoever you are. Which brings us to Chapter X: "Egghead gets his neck snapped!" A Quinn Martin Production.

Hi. I'm Eddie Brock. Remember me?

You ruined it, wallcrawler. I wanted to put some serious mileage between this place and me. But you couldn't let it go! Ya had to keep pushing me... until finally I just had to push back.

The darkness that blankets this city is nothing. Nothing! Not compared to the shroud that Spider-Man pulled over me! He stole my life... shattered it... then cast it aside like yesterday's news! So it is only fitting, only fair, that I do the same to him! And I will. Very... very... soon!

Awww -- ain't that sweet? He misses me! Well, don't cry, daddy dearest -- 'cause your sonny boy -- is ALIVE AND WELL!

I've shown you the worst things in the world, because that's what the world's made of. Everything is sick! Am I getting through to you? Everything is sick... and I LOVE IT!

I am the ultimate insanity! I am CARNAGE!

Once my name was Cain Marko! But now I am more -- Now I am -- The Juggernaut!

I tell ya -- ya gotta wonder about the kids today... Wearin' all that make-up, fallin' offa buildings -- that ain't no way t'go through life!

DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?! I'M THE JUGGERNAUT BITCH!!!

What e'er you fear is shadow mist! All worlds are dream and sleep. Become this truth, sweet fated child, and God is yours to keep.

I've given you the means to sacrifice our humanity to the cause of profit! And if you use it -- you're a fool!

Reality is constantly changing on the other side of that door. I may no longer be my handsome self. Even if I find Oldfather, I may not be able to get back to this reality.

Our task is to unite all our species in an effort to deal peacefully with the Space-Gods!

I will KILL you, father. You would be better off DEAD.

You're working for the bad guys. So no more fooling around. Here's why I came: The Hulk needs help. And no matter what he's done or you've done... you're still his friends.

I pushed him as hard as I possibly could. And I'm still alive. He's...he's no monster.

No. I know what you are. But let's talk about the hypercomputer..capable of performing simultaneous infinite calculations...taking into account not just the binary of 0 and 1, dead/alive, black/white, German/Japanese...but the whole panoply of probabilities in any given situation, every possible quantum state...and through that act of measurement, that act of observing...he can determine the state, however unlikely, most favorable to him! ... You're not just trying to prevent me from finding this "hypercomputer", Pythagoras. You're trying to prevent me from realizing...that that's what I naturally am.

I've got reason to believe Monster -- that anything you can do -- I can do better --

I should've known! Every time I play "The Hero", one mistake......and I'm in over my head!

Well, I'm through pretending and denying... through running away from who and what I really am-- --a super hero!

Okay, let's do this one last time, yeah? For real this time. This is it. My name is Miles Morales. I was bitten by a radioactive spider, And for, like, two days, I've been the one and only Spider-Man. I think you know the rest.

I am 15 years old! I'm basically an adult!

"Everyone keeps telling me how my story is supposed to go. Nah... I'ma do my own thing. Sorry, man, I'm going home.

Wait! I'm Shuri. Princess of Wakanda. I demand that you take me to Namor. Do not bring harm to this girl.

But when I lost my brother, it just felt different. He suffered in silence. When he finally asked me to help him, I couldn't. How does that make sense that the ancestors would give me gifts and skills to help me save my brother, and I couldn't? Why?

"I admire what you have built here. And how you've protected your people. But as Princess of Wakanda, I will not stand for you killing that young woman. My nation will not rest until I'm returned. I'm not leaving without her. We need to find a peaceful way to resolve this.

Ow. Okay, this is Power Man to all points or whatever. White Tiger just went God mode on our asses...

You wanna fight for the soul of New York, huh? Well here it is, baby! But you an outta towner - I DON'T THINK YOU CAN HANDLE IT!

That is why the Good Lord gave us Craig's List.

It's not for you to tell me what I am. I know myself far better than anyone else could. Just like you know who you are, and it's wrong for me to question it and unquestionable for you to change it.

Considering how much you like to point out that we are children, I must say, it's very difficult to curb the impulse I have to tell you...You are not our mother, so we do not have to do what you say.

I used to be more emotional, like you. Then, within a very short period of time, my brother was killed and my mother committed suicide. After that, I decided that emotions were not something in which I cared to indulge.

Sorry, Kaine-- --but for the first time in three long years-- --I've got something-- --someone-- --to live for!

Every life you take... every thing you do... concerns me. You are from my genetic stock and I can't stand aside and let you continue your senseless rampage.

...life is about redemption and forgiving. By sacrificing himself to save you and your mom, I'd say he redeemed himself. In effect, he became a good man. Now you just have to learn to forgive him for the bad that was in him. I'm sorry your dad had to die to redeem himself, Stevie.

Think of it, people! If he's an Asgardian, the same could be true for us! We could be gods, people! Gods! So let's start acting like them! Strike now for honor! For glory! For Asgard!

We must act at once if Jane Foster is to survive. Though the cost will be great, I cannot falter.

Revolting! To think that any sentient creature could resort to such depravity! These aberrations cannot be suffered!

I know I can download every song ever played on Earth on a drive the size of my finger, but I like analog. It degrades over time. Like we do.

Wow, glad I'm trapped on Earth instead of the dangerous unknowns of space.

I don't mind dying like the valiant intergalactic hero that I am... but the least you could do is pay attention!!!

The shadows, my love... the shadows always surround us! Can we not leave this house... this life... and make our own bright world?

This is why I was asked to lead the rebellion. I learned much while on the earth… especially in matters sorcerous. I had the greatest teacher of all…

The title of Sorcerer Supreme belonged to Stephen Strange. My husband. Which makes it mine now.

As long as the Black Blade blazes darkly in my hand, I must fight on ... No matter what the cost!

You carry Excalibur. You're worthy. I'll knight you now, if you want. But even better, be a knight at that one great moment, because you know you're worthy.

That's right, Avengers-- The Black Knight, whom you abandoned to a cold, cruel eternity of Hell! The Black Knight, once your ally-- now your foe-- and soon, your executioner!

I'll be your champion, now and forever. I'll be Captain Britain!

his isn't a trial... they want me to be guilty, and they've twisted the truth to justify their decision.

Nice try. But, when you're facing Captain Britain, one chance is all you get.

Yes, Brian. The price was high, but we did win. We know we won. We have time to mourn our dead.

That's not a knife. This is a knife--The focused totality of telepathic abilities--

I tell myself that if I do it... If I do take lives in the course of doing what's right... Then at least it means other people won't have to. Like I'm... Like I'm saving innocent souls. But that's a lie. That's lazy guilt-dodging bollocks. The truth is this: I rejoined X-Force because I couldn't bear to stay away. My name is Elizabeth Braddock, and I'm an addict.

This can't be happening, right? This is too weird to be happening.

Everyone keeps telling me that I'm the worst Ghost Rider that's ever lived. Like that's supposed to be some kinda insult. But what the hell have the Ghost Riders ever done? Except bring misery to themselves and everyone they love. Except die alone or go bat-shit crazy. Well, That's not me, Uncle Eli. That's not how I'm going out. To hell with being a Spirit of Vengeance. I'm an Avenger. And I'll be damned if I'm losing this race.

I'll make you a deal. Find me the worst scum on the planet. Find me those who torture, kill and rape... find me the foulest, darkest degenerate souls to walk the Earth... people like you, Eli Morrow... and I'll gladly destroy them. But I will kill no one else.

Happy Holidays! Squirrel Girl here. And this is my girl-squirrel, Tippy-Toe! We just wanted to welcome you to the GLX-Mas Special and warn you about some 'a the stuff inside... ....Like violence, suicide, and an inappropriate use of the word "flock." If you think you might be offended by any of that, Marvel is also putting out a Punisher: Silent Night #1...So, there you go.

You said it, girl. Give a squirrel a nut, feed 'im for a day...but teach 'im to plant an oak tree, and he'll never go nut-less.

Okay. Okay. All right, well, it's not like you leave me much of a choice. Get in the purse, Tippy-Toe. I guess I'm not joining anime club after all. I guess I'm just gonna have to go kick Galactus's butt instead.

How you must hate the mighty thunder god, Loki! I know 'twas you who gave this plan to Odin! But no matter...I shall carry out this mission...for long have I wished to conquer the heart of handsome Thor!

All is in readiness! With the aid of my enchanting might -- the men of Asgard will stand helpless before the troll hordes! Thus, let the onslaught begin!

You have heard my words, Lorelei -- and know their true meaning! Heed them or not -- the tapestry of your life is yours to weave as you wish! You have only yourself to fail...and I'll shed no tears for you!

You know, Ororo, you really mustn't fight my psychic probes. The harder you resist, the more this will hurt. I don't want to hurt you, my dear. I want us to be... friends.

Clumsy, child. Very clumsy. You do not bait the lioness in her den, nor the spider at the center of her web. This is the second time in as many weeks an attempt has been made on my life... though it would seem my would-be assassins are getting younger and younger. Welcome, X-Men. Doubtless you begin to guess why I invited you here tonight

And you still are. Terrified. Knowing that could have been you. Every day spent fighting this ugly war could be your last. And you get by, convinced that you're just a heartbeat away from love and life. When the sad reality you refuse to admit -- is that you're much closer to being a simple heartbeat away... from misery and death.

This time, this outfit, I kept my word. I didn't break faith. Alive and safe and whole... I brought my people home!

I think it's time the two of us had a little chat.

While you were waltzing around with the Shadowforce on the Metroliner, they apparently broke free of their programming. So what was once a shady government operation with questionable approval and a suspicious agenda is now a gang of completely uncontrollable super-powered felons. But wait -- it gets better.

The time for talk, lover... is over.

Jean was born to lead. I was born to suffer. But that doesn't matter, because I made myself so much more. I am Madelyne Pryor, the ruler of Limbo...and once and forever, the Goblin Queen.

You don't know, but you will be shown, Martinique Wyngarde...Most powerful of the Mastermind family.

Mine is the soul of a samurai, Mandarin -- You will never defeat me!

You tell me that Daniel Rand, an American super hero, caused this disaster -- --and then you expect me to let more American super heroes into my city? I cannot allow that! Tokyo belongs to the Yakiba!

You face Sunfire, the atomic knight -- unleashed!

It's not like I get a complete picture. More like, looking through a keyhole. All I can see is one part of person's life: their death.

I've always said, "You're never more alive -- then when you're about to die!" So I don't always say it -- but when I do, I mean it.

For God's sake, Logan, I used to think it'd be thrilling to be you for a day... But now I wouldn't do it if you paid me.