“Useless,” they said. “Just there for sex appeal,” they said. “What do you mean she’s saving the day,” they said.
I will shank the next person I hear try to tell me Black Widow is useless.
I. Will shank them.
Imagine how hard it is to keep up with people who have super powers and super suits. Not only does she “keep up” but she holds her own, she doesn’t need to TRY and keep up with them, she just does. She goes toe to toe with Loki, and on a mental battlefield none-the-less. There is no doubt that even if Loki “packs a punch” as Cap puts it, his real power is his intellect. Black Widow takes him on and she wins.
Then during the big battle it’s HER that makes it up to the teseract, by hitching a ride on one of those fucking insane Chitari chariots and taking control of it. Imagine doing that when you don’t have a suit that lets you fly, or a serum that gives you super strength, or the powers of a god. She doesn’t even have Clint’s bow and special arrows, which he can clearly use to stop him during a fall.
Black Widow does it though, she does it and she ROCKS IT. Rocks the fuck out of it.
Haters can hate, but Black Widow is a total badass and nothing will change that fact.
It’s so cute the way Hermione is trying to make friends in this scene. And even sad because she’s ignored twice.
Actually what I love about this is she’s looking at an older student’s work. And I think that’s a Slytherin girl? Yeah it is. (props for whoever put that Slytherin and Gryffindor study session together, btw.) anyway what I love is she’s kind of going around to different kinds of kids. Older Slytherin girl, the Gryffindor boys. How much do you want to bet she was following Ravenclaws around before this? Or trying to make friends with the Patils, or other Gryffindor girls?
Hermione’s the most like any of us than Harry or Ron, I think. She’s the book-girl, the one who probably spent the majority of her childhood sitting in a corner reading while the rest of the class was busy socializing. She probably felt like all of us have felt at some point- like they were different, like they didn’t belong; and then WHOA! Lo and behold, turns out she IS different! She’s a Witch! She’s special, she’s got magic, and she’s going to a place where she’s like everyone else! We all dreamed about it, we all WANTED that, we all wanted to go away to a place where we were a part of something that made sense, a place that we fit- and then she still can’t make friends. And maybe she looks at the red and gold tie and wonders if the Hat put her in the wrong place. Like maybe that Lion on her chest should be an Eagle. She knows she’s the brainiac, she knows it, she says it- Books, cleverness. What must it be like to get what you dreamed of- that you are special and have a place you belong- and then to believe you were put in the wrong place once you got there?
I mean we know, in the end, Hermione’s a Gryffindor. She embodies the strong, brave, brilliant witch that gives pride to the house- but nobody starts out the way they end up. Until Halloween of that first year, she was a lonely little girl with books. Everyone saw her as the bossy, opinionated, know-it-all when I think really she was just trying to bond with people the only way she knew how. With facts, and people see it as being rude when she’s just ridiculous honest and is too young to know how to channel that honesty in a constructive way.
God I don’t even know if I ever had a point with this but FUCK I love Hermione.
Wow okay you win.