“Wait,” I whispered. “What?”
The secret scene after a Marvel movie. Familiar enough. I take you, then, to the theater I recently shared with a few dozen others watching X-Men: Days of Future Past (perfect, highly recommend). And more specifically, I take you to the end-credits scene, and to the comic book-born figure who was finally getting his close-up on the big screen. However, for the moment, his presence was lost on us. So I bring you to another familiar thought related to Marvel end-credits scenes: Who is this guy?
I had a wavering suspicion, but I wasn’t confident enough to say it out loud.
“Who is that?” my sister leaned over and asked.
“He seems too skinny,” I whispered feverishly to myself before panicking with a louder-than-preferred, “I don’t know!”
“We’ll google it,” she resolved, quiet purpose in her voice.
I inwardly groaned and chastised myself for my ignorance. But my small whine of failure was nothing compared to the woman at…
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