They didn’t find him for a week.
reblogging because i headcanoned that they only found him because Tony happened to be flying that way and was like “that’s a freaking huge bird nesting in th- WHAT THE HECK CLINT? GUYS I FOUND CLINT!”
When it comes to superheroes, I’m less “who would win in a fight” and more “who would sing what on karoke night?”
Less “could x beat up y” and more “what would x cook if s/he knew y was coming over for dinner?”
Uncanny X-men 170
Storm rips out Calisto’s heart in a battle to the death for the life of her friends. Obviously it doesn’t go well for Calisto.
GOD I LOVE STORM SO MUCH YOU GUYS
Look at her picking up Angel like nothing. LOOK AT THAT DAMSEL IN DISTRESS. LOOK AT THE FUCKS SHE GIVES. NONE. NO FUCKS. MY GOD WOW.
I’m so happy this post is getting the notes it deserves. Love u ‘Ro
Also, we can’t forget that Storm is burning up with a crazy fever thanks to the Morlock Plague’s touch, and she has a vow to not take a life! And that Nightcrawler initially was like, “Yo, I’ll fight you for Angel’s life” and Storm was like, “NO. Ilead the X-Men. Your life, this fight, are MINE.” Even though she’s so sick! And then she does all of this for her friends, her team, it’s a defining moment!
This is my favorite X-Men era of all time.
I Don’t Want To Die (by wherehaveallthescullysgone)
I can’t accept knowing how I will die. It’s supposed to be a mystery. I’m not supposed to know. A car accident. A gun shot or a paper cut or… I’m not supposed to know how it ends – how I end. But I do. I look in the mirror every morning and all I can see is the cancer that’s killing me. I can’t escape it. Everything is cancer. Every headache. Every nose bleed. Every funny taste or strange smell. Everything. It’s always my cancer, pushing into my brain and killing me. I don’t want to die. I don’t want to feel my life ending. I try to ignore it. I feel fine. I work and eat and sleep and I feel fine. I tell Mulder I’m fine, but he doesn’t believe me. He never has – he’s afraid of my death as much as I am. I try to hide my fear from him, but he knows. I don’t want to be alone but I don’t tell him. I can’t tell him how much I need him – how much I rely on his strength to see me through now. Because I don’t believe I’m fine either. I saw the dead girl, saw her message on the mirror. She is me and she is dead. Those who’ve had the visions were all dying. I can’t ignore what’s happening to me. I’m dying. And I’m afraid.