#aamember

ღ Humberto Lopez // Reptil But I'm not sure it matters why you do something. The important thing is that you do it. I've been wasting my power. Talking about being a hero, finding my parents, being a leader...all these grand plans. And what have I actually done? 

ღ Pietro Maximoff // Quicksilver I'm freaking QUICKSILVER!!! And you can eat my freaking dust! 

ღ Madeline Berry // Veil But this...It might be worse. I killed people. Yeah, they were evil Nazi mech pilots, but I killed them...and you know what? I still don't feel bad about it. I don't feel much of anything at all. The Avengers were my heroes. My ideal. And now I'm finding out they're every bit as screwed up as me. More, probably. I want to help people. I want to do something good with my life. But I don't want to destroy myself in the process.

ღ Greer Nelson // Tigra In the Avengers, they train you for everything. How to perform a field tracheotomy. How to resist mind control. How to disarm a bomb. But some things, no one can prepare you for. When you go through something like that …I don’t care who you are. You need help. And I’m not the kind of person who likes to ask for help. I don’t know many people who are. Especially in my line of work. You don’t want to be that person. You want to be strong. To tough it out. You worry it’ll affect your career. Often with good reason people say you should get help, but if you do, they treat you differently, like damaged goods.

ღ Jeanne Foucault // Finesse It's a cliche-- young people thinking they know everything. Except I do. Almost. I'd solved the mysteries of the electromagnetic spectrum before I bought my first training bra. Mastered robotics by the time I got my learner's permit. But people.. they're like the last foreign language I can't understand.

ღ Laura Kinney // X-23 "Listen to my voice," he would say. "You know what to do." I know what to do. There's only one thing I know how to do. Fight back.

ღ Ken Mack // Mettle But I can't give up on on the chance that someday I'll look in the mirror and recognize myself again. I used to cling to the last good day like it was a life preserver. But every day that passes, it's more like an anchor. And man, is it dragging me down.