Posts tagged Black Widow
Posts tagged Black Widow
So this is what happens when Natasha tells Clinton to go pick up their daughter from ballet lessons.
(Black Widow: The Name of the Rose - 02)
Maybe there’s a God above,
But all I’ve ever learned from love
Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you.
It’s not a cry you can hear at night,
It’s not somebody who has seen the light,
It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah.
Oh the minute I put them on
I knew I had done something wrong
All her gifts for the dance had gone
It’s the red shoes, they can’t stop dancing, dancing
And this curve, is your smile
And this cross, is your heart
And this line, is your path
Dancing bears, painted wings
Things I almost remember
And a song someone sings
Once upon a December
Preview: Punisher War Zone #2, on sale December 5th by Greg Rucka and Carmine Di Giandomenico
I think I need this in my life.
Guys, hey, guys. Do you remember that time that Coulson called Natasha and she ended up forming the Avengers? Remember how she did that by digging up Bruce Banner and introducing Steve to him then was the voice of reason when Tony and Steve were bickering and then how she brought Clint back from being mind controlled so that they can be a team? Remember that? Remember how the Black Widow out smarted a god? Remember that time she kept her shit together when the Hulk attacked her, even though she was really scared? Remember when she knocked an alien off his flying scooter and figured out how to drive it despite it being extrateresstrial tech, then got her ass up to the top of Stark Tower, found Loki’s staff and saved the world from being invaded by turning off the machine?
Remember how she was the central character of the whole freaking movie?
Anyone else remember that? I sure do.
I love this post.
A few months ago on 3 Chicks Review Comics we interview the fabulous Majorie Liu about here work in comics and the challenge of female led books prompted by the cancellation of X-23. She told us about a pitch she had done to Marvel with Mike Perkins for an all-female team. You can hear her talk about it here.
Yesterday BC posted some of the artwork that Perkins developed for the concept and it looks amazing. Here’s a glimpse:
Awesome characters. Terrific writer. And look at the art.
Marvel didn’t pick it up because they didn’t think it would sell.
Why is that?
I would have read it, especially if they’d had Natalia, Laura, Cecilia Reyes, and Jeanne Foucault. Can you imagine?
Then again, I’m a college-educated female, 25-35. According to *some* comic companies - *cough*DC*cough* - I have cooties. Actually, Marvel, I’m still waiting for that Valkyrior/Liberators comic you teased us with at the end of Fear Itself. You know, this one?
I said I might do a giveaway for reaching the 2,000 follower milestone, so here’s comics, kid. This is the three issue Pale Little Spider 2002 mini by Greg Rucka and Igor Kordey— Yelena Belova’s origin story, and a must for anyone interested in the character. Relevant info:
- Signed by Greg Rucka!
- Issues will come bagged and boarded.
- You don’t have to follow me to enter; this is more about me trying to share comics I like than me trying to get more followers.
- Like or reblog to enter, like and reblog to enter twice.
- I will ship wherever the US Postal Service will let me.
- Winner will be selected via random number generator one week from today, on September 16, 2012 & notified via ask.
A Marvel Fairytale (AU): The Steadfast Tin Soldier (Hans Christian Andersen)
One soldier stands on a single leg, having been the last one cast from an old tin spoon. Nearby, he spies a paper ballerina with a spangle on her sash. She too is standing on one leg, dancing, and the soldier falls in love.
[…] The tin soldier stood there dressed in flames. He felt a terrible heat, but whether it came from the flames or from his love he didn’t know. He’d lost his splendid colors, maybe from his hard journey, maybe from grief, nobody can say.
He looked at the maiden, and she looked at him, and he felt himself melting. But still he stood steadfast, with his musket held trim on his shoulder.
A door was suddenly opened, the draught caught the little dancer and she fluttered like a sylph, straight into the fire, to the soldier, blazed up and was gone!
By this time the soldier was reduced to a mere lump, and when the maid took away the ashes next morning she found him, in the shape of a small tin heart. But of the pretty dancer nothing was left except her spangle, and it was burned as black as a coal.
I think of you in starry skies, I keep you, so alive.
Let’s walk through the fire together, disappear in the golden sands.
It’s all in your face, I see it break. It’s like the sound of winter.
Bleeding love, the silent escape. You’ve got to hang onto yourself.