I really need the credits scene on Ragnarok to be a close-up shot of sensible boots walking down an alley and stopping at the remains of Mjolnir, then a woman’s hand picking up the handle, the pieces slowly reform around it as it’s lifted into the air, we see glimpses of the red cape, flowing hair, and helmet amid flashes of lightning, and then Mjolnir, whole once more, lifted high, and Natalie Portman’s voice saying “the world will always need a Thor” and then Thor will return end movie
what I desperately crave is more friendships between marvel women.
Natasha and Wanda have regular movie nights together (Natasha loves action comedies and Wanda likes fantasy or scifi best. They have a list with movies that fall into both genres)
Maria and Pepper hang out after business meetings and drink wine when Tony has been particularly extra. You can’t tell me that Betty Ross, Helen Cho and Jane Foster don’t meet up over science business. Darcy has tagged all pictures of them together as #yeahsciencebitch!
Sharon and Natasha go to the same gym. They spar as often as possible and keep track of their scores. Wanda also tags along sometimes to pick up some of their moves.
All the ladies have a groupchat where they can exchange workplace gossip and bitch about their dramatic male coworkers. Lady Sif and Gamora are somehow in that group, too.
Three days ago, while you were fiddling with your comets, I was holding a mortal woman in my arms as the cancer that had ravaged her brain slowly consumed what was left of her life. All I could do was listen as she prayed. She prayed to all the gods. And there are so very many of them spread across this cosmos, are there not? And oh, how each loves to boast of their own majesty and almightiness. Yet where is that woman now? Tell me, in what heaven does she reside? None of them. Because no god bothered to listen of care. If that is what you think it means to be a god, then you and all your teachings are welcome to do as the poor woman did. And vanish from these reamls forever.