Talking Marvel

It’s 2018 and there’s a few big movies coming up this year. Deadpool 2 came out and Black Panther just became Marvel’s fifth $1b movie, but I’m not here to talk about them (much). People around the world have waited a long time (10 years) for this movie, and it’s finally coming to the cinemas. The movie I’m talking about, is of course, Mission Impossible: Fallout Infinity Wars!

But first, we need to talk about Black Panther.

Black Panther’s reign over America’s cinemas still hasn’t ended. Three weeks in, it’s still at the top of the charts. So what is it about Black Panther that everyone is loving?

Simply put, it’s the exploration of relationships and their conseqeunces. The movie’s full of them. There’s Black Panther’s (short) relationship with his father, the (even shorter) relationship between the dead king and the traitorous uncle, and there’s also the relationship between T’Challa and Killmonger. Of course, there’s also the ‘relationship’ between Wakanda and the wider world. Black Panther was originally written to primarily explore the father-son relationship and it shows in the movie. Anyway, that’s enough said about Black Panther … let’s look at the bigger picture (literally 🙂 )!

Infinity Wars

For those of you who don’t know, this is essentially the (first?) climax of the Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU). Fans have waited ten years for this movie to come. Essentially, there’s a being called Thanos who’s planet has been destroyed and he saw that he could’ve saved it. In vengeance, he seeks to equalise the deaths on his planey by killing billions of other people throughout the galaxy. His plan is to gather the Infinity Stones (which go on the Infinity Gauntlet), a collection of seven Stones which grant immense (literally godly) power to their owner. Currently, they’re scattered throughout the Universe. The Collector has one, Thanos has some, and Vision (an artificial being) has one. In his quest for the Infinity Stones, Thanos will need to take Vision’s Infinity Stone. Unfortunately, Vision is currently on Earth, which is why Thanos is coming to Earth. However, Vision is allied with the Avengers, so there will be some problems for Thanos. (SPOILER) As could be seen in the post-credits scene of Black Panther, Wakanda is finally revealing itself to the wider world. As Thanos will stop at nothing to take Vision’s Infinity Stone, the Avengers will need to retreat to (and fight Thanos) in the safest place on the planet. This means that the final fight of the MCU between the Avengers and Thanos will take place in the land of the nation of the Wakanda.

The big question everyone is asking is: Who’s going to die?

Here, I’m going to share my theories with all of you (be sure to tell me what you think in the comments!).

Vision: In the trailer, Thanos is clearly shown to be extracting Vision’s Infinity Stone from his forehead. Clearly, Vision won’t make it. However, it could be that Vision doesn’t need his Infinity Stone to survive, so maybe he won’t die.

Captain America: He’s lived for too long. He nearly died in Captain America: Civil War when fighting Iron Man. Also, his contract with Marvel expires after Infinity Wars, suggesting that he won’t appear afterwards, implying that he’ll die. (Theory about Bucky (or White Wolf, as he’s called now): Bucky won’t die in Infinity Wars but he will probably go mad with grief at Cap’s death and will do something rash in Part 2, leading to his death).

Star Lord: He’s already starred in two Volumes of the Guardians of the Galaxy, and honestly speaking, doesn’t play an important role in the MCU, meaning he’s dispensable.

Hulk: I know this sounds very sad. Hulk is pretty much one of the earliest superheroes to have had a film by Marvel. Sadly, I think this time, the ‘Hulk Smash’ may not be enough.

Hawkeye: I know he’s technically just an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. But he doesn’t play an important role in any of the movies so he’s not really needed.

Anyway, these are just my thoughtd! Be sure to leave your opinions and your thoughts on who will die in the comments below. Thanks!


My First Post

Hello! I created this site nearly a month ago but I haven’t been active. The urge to post something had been growing and growing until I couldn’t keep it at bay any longer. Since I didn’ know what to post, I decided I might just start off gently with the intro I wrote for an English Homework. If you have any suggestions or criticisms, just leave them in the comments, and also make sure to leave a like if you enjoyed it! Happy reading!

Writing Prompt: Write about a time when you, or someone you know, learned something.

Senator Johnson was being flown to a rally when he received the news.

Flying in the ‘Johnson Jet’, as it was known by the lucky few who had the luxury of working inside it, he was making his last trip in what had been a long, long day. Cruising through the dark night sky, he reflected upon the past 48 hours. From Atlanta to San Francisco to Detroit to LA, he realised, with a start, that he had already flown across America twice. The day was turning into one big blur; he could no longer differentiate between each cheering, relentless crowd of patriotic people proudly waving their American flags. Senator Johnson was very tired.

But that’s how it was.

He was only three days from the election and the stakes were higher than ever before. His poll ratings were still on the rise, but Trelawney was closing the gap at an alarming pace. It was going to be tight. It might have been Trelawney who had the experience of being in office for four years, but even Johnson knew that the last few days made a much greater impact than the last few months, and he was determined to make each and every one of them count. Desperate times, desperate measures. The pressure was mounting, the tension almost tangible, as the world held its breath and waited to see who, for the next four years, was going to lead the most powerful nation on the planet.

Leaning his head against the window, he glanced outside. There was a small bird flying past, valiantly flapping its winds against the onslaught of the lashing rain, powerful winds and the storm brewing. Senator Johnson realised how aptly the bird represented him. They were both attempting a seemingly insurmountable task, they both were nearing the end of their struggle and hopefully, they both would prevail in their quest. And, he remarked dryly, they both had spent more time in the air than on land.

His train of thought was interrupted by the tannoy. ‘Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. I hope you’ve enjoyed the flight as you will shortly be arriving at your destination in just under fifteen minutes.’

Fifteen minutes. Groaning, he reached for his case and fished for the cue cards. He found them, took them out and began to read, but the words were swimming before his eyes and he couldn’t concentrate. He stifled a yawn but couldn’t fight off the wave of nausea that threatened to overcome him.

‘Sir, is everything all right?’

Johnson’s unease must have shown because he suddenly found himself shrouded by the shadow of his omnipresent personal bodyguard, Jones.

‘It’s nothing, I’m just feeling a little tired.’

‘Can I get you anything, Sir?’

‘A cup of coffee would be great, Jones.’

As an afterthought, the Senator decided to add a ‘Thanks’, but his bodyguard-turned-assistant was already gone. He realised that he hadn’t talked to or seen Jones in the duration of the flight, but his bodyguard had been working behind the scenes and had loyally appeared at the first sign of trouble. That man needs a pay rise, Johnson thought. Just another task to be completed after today’s rally.

The rally.

Senator Johnson silently cursed and turned to read the cue cards lying in his lap. He had already went over them multiple times, but it was tradition in the speech industry to revise just before the speech, and who was he to break the status quo? He placed the cards back into the case and and sat back, closing his eyes.

He already knew the topic of his final speech. Guns. A law which allowed any member of the public, trained or untrained, to possess and carry firearms in the free land of America. His advisors had initially opposed him, and it had been a risky stunt when he deviated from the script in his NYC rally and revealed it as part of his plans to lead the nation, but it had been well worth it. The idea had become an instant hit with the public, with only a few minor organisations and movements opposing it. The law had boosted his poll ratings and the public had lapped up his rhetoric about guns and freedom. His spin factory had worked overtime, and CNN and Fox had started praising him, with the other news stations quickly following suit. Personally, Johnson wasn’t a big fan of this particular law, but as he had learned a long time ago, it wasn’t about what you want, but what the public want. He had merely seen an opportunity and taken it.

Senator Johnson heard approaching footsteps and opened his eyes to see Jones coming towards him, a phone in his hand and definitely no coffee.

‘Coffee machine broken again?’

The bodyguard did not reply but merely held out the phone for Johnson to take. His face, which was paler than usual, didn’t give anything away, piquing Johnson’s interest. He picked up the phone and held it to his ear, unable to figure out who could have had such a profound effect on his bodyguard.

‘Sir.’ A flat, neutral, monotonous voice spoke. Travis, the head of security for his family. ‘It is with deep regret that I inform you that – ‘ Travis’ voice caught and he spoke again. ‘Sir, I have some bad news to tell you. Your wife, daughters and son … they’ve all been … they’ve been shot. They were taken to hospital immediately and are currently in a critical condition. We don’t know how it happened; an unorgivable lapse in security. The attacker was operatinf by himself and is part of the ‘Don’t Arm Americans’ movement. He has been detained without any signs of resistance and hasn’t spoken yet. I’m sorry, Sir.’

Johnson could feel the eyes of the world watching him as he ended the call and placed the phone beside him. Surely Travis was mistaken? How could his family, the loving family who he had Skyped only hourse earlier, have come so close to death? He wouldn’t believe it. He refused to believe it. He couldn’t believe it. This was just a very cruel dream; a nightmare he would soon wake up from. This couldn’t be real. A solitary tear streaked down the side of his face, leaving a trail of moisture, and fell to the ground.

It was in this moment that he learned a lesson, a lesson that he would remember for the rest of his life. Senator Johnson learned that he should act responsibly, for actions will always have consequences. He had campaigned for a law which he knew was dangerous, and now, he was facing the consequence.