CrazySmooth

The world has gone to shit, the undead are rising up and eating the living; but that doesn’t stop love, desire and lust! Brand newish fanfic from Impala imagines. Walking Dead re-written, characters killed differently, but all still fighting to survive. Formally known as Wicked Games.

Chapter three

Katherine stood still, her eyes looking up at Shane asked a question she’d been dreading since the moment they found each other and he found out she had an eight year old daughter. Was she his? Well…

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This is one of my favourite moments in the whole MCU because of its incredible power and strength. This is not Captain America with his super soldier serum juice standing up to a god. This isn’t even a young man who might think he’s somehow got a chance against the prick with the horns. This is an old, old man who knows, who knows, that he’s probably going to die because of what he’s doing, but he is not going to kneel to another man like Hitler.

Maybe he did, seventy years ago. Maybe that’s why he would rather die now than remain on his knees. Maybe he *didn’t*. Maybe he fought against his own countrymen, because he wouldn’t kneel to a man like this. Maybe he’s always been one to stand up. Maybe he lost everything once because of it. Everything except his integrity, and maybe he’s ready to die instead of risking losing that now, at the end of his life. Maybe his integrity cost him so fucking much seventy years ago that he hopes he’s going to die for it now because he almost wishes he’d have died for it then, but if he’s going to die for it, he’s goddamn well going to die with it.

Maybe he’s a Holocaust survivor. Maybe he’s Jewish. Maybe he’s gay. Maybe he’s Romani. We don’t know.

We don’t know anything about this man, except he’s the bravest goddamn person in the Marvel Cinematic Universe.

There are always men like him.  There always will be men like him.  Do not kneel to them.  Do not.  

I remember the first time I saw this scene.  I remember the shivers that went up my spine, and I remember looking at this man, the man we know nothing about, and thought he was as brave as any of the avengers. 

Loki points his spear at him, and he knows he is going to die.  But he will die standing and refusing to kneel.  He accepts this, and still stands.  

Loudly or quietly, in a group or alone, politely or with all the vinegar you’ve got.