Yet again I do not own Marvel, sadly.
Willow grey watched the news, glaring angrily at the screen. Someone had just attacked a gala in Germany, nearly killing a man and destroying a police car with officers inside. Her brown eyes narrowed when she heard the man's speech to the cowering crowd.
"Is not this simpler? Is this not your natural state? It's the unspoken truth of humanity, that you crave subjugation. The bright lure of freedom diminishes your life's joy in a mad scramble for power, for identity. You were made to be ruled. In the end you will always kneel."
The young woman wanted to wipe that smug grin off his face. She watched in awe as an old man, probably in his eighties or nineties stood up and faced the younger man, reading the translation on the bottom of her TV screen.
"Not to men like you."
The young man laughed. "There are no men like me."
"There are always men like you" willow whispered, with a sad sigh, closing her eyes, just as the old man said the same thing in German half a world away. She opened her eyes just as the young man started to speak again.
"Look to your elder people, let him be an example." She watched in horror as he raised his weapon to kill the man who'd dared to stand up to him. Only to breathe a sigh of relief when he was saved.
Good. She thought. That man had to have been alive back during Hitler's reign of terror, he remembered it, all the pain and suffering that men like that had caused. Men twisted by their hate.
Willow walked into her kitchen, her mind wandering to the young man. The young man reminded her of Anakin Skywalker, and with that thought all the anger drained out of her. Some people never learn that fear leads to anger, and all their anger leads to is hate, and the only thing hate leads to is destruction. She could picture that young man destroying the only things, the only people, he truly loved. Willow only hoped that his wake up call came sooner than Anakin's did, because by then it would probably be too late.