Avengers: The fall of the true "Captain America"
I have been asked why does the death of the great Stan Lee bother me so bad? I have been in complete denial about his death. My heart hurts. Piece of my self has died and child hood. I grew up reading and watching his work. We all did, he became a part of us and our children. Through his characters he inspired us to me the best we could be. I would not be who I am today if it wasnt for his characters. As a child my favorite TV show was X-men. Storm was my absolute favorite of them all. With her power to control weather. Her mother like nature to the other x-men. I looked up to her. My grandmother made me a storm costume for halloween. I was so excited and felt so powerful. I knew I wanted to be a superhero. I just lacked the power part. So I became a nurse. My super power was my smarts and ability to care for people. As long as I had my trusty coffee I can take on anything. I could be some ones Storm or Rouge. I take care of people and save them. I might not have an awesome cape...