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Human
There have been so many close calls for me that I'm pretty sure I'm lucky to be alive. In all seriousness, I'm not trying to get killed; it just happens that I evade it one more time. Sometimes it's not even my intentional stupidity, but rather a lapse in my judgment and sense of awareness. Sometimes that happens to heroes. Heroes go into a rumble and don't come out. I can acknowledge that fact.
Me…invincible? Nah. Not invincible, just lucky. I know that plenty of teenagers my age have that complex where they think they can do whatever the hell they want and shit won't come back to haunt them. That's not my problem. My problem is knowing that there are repercussions from every action and in the heat of the moment forgetting those consequences. It happens.
What would they say at my funeral? I would really like to be seen as the hero who overcame racial barriers and fought for everyone. Wait—no—that's not what I meant. What I mean to say—it's just that when my grandfather, the greatest man and hero I know, fought for America not everyone loved him. He deserved so much more than what he put in. It was tough being the first African-American Captain America. I don't want to fight for people who couldn't give any appreciation back.
Hero. What a title. I know I haven't always done the right thing…kind of like taking DNA shots that gave me abilities. I was so embarrassed when Wiccan—Billy—bust open that door and found me. I was so ashamed.
So maybe I don't want to be known as the kid who saved the world a bunch of times as a hero. Maybe I'm just doing this gig to follow in my grandfather's footsteps. His protégé. To be honest, I think I'd rather be known as the kid who was human and at least tried to do the right thing.
So if you were going along with knowledge you figured this was Eli. And it was. I find him to be the most complex of the Young Avengers. He's the most angsty in my opinion. Reviews? I'll be writing the rest soon!