“You’d sell your brother for a dollar right now if you really needed a soda.”
I Am Human
I am human. I suppose it’s why I relate to Clint Barton as much as I do. His faults. His failures. His successes. His achievements. He isn’t the man flying into space and punching a meteoroid out of the sky. He isn’t the hero who actively hides his identity so that he may wage a war on crime and injustice. He lives in a world that has every right to chew him up and spit him out, but he still has the courage to take a stand. I can place myself into the shoes of Clint Barton, because I put myself on the line every single day. Just by throwing myself out there and doing things that scare me, I can be my own personal hero. Clint Barton means being human and all that comes with it to me. I am Clint Barton. I am human.
You see, hidden within the unconscious, there is an insatiable desire for conflict.
You gave me a bulletproof suit, you morons! What can you do to stop me?