We cheat ourselves at solitaire
Inventing lovers on the phone
Repenting other lives unknown
That call and say: "Come on, dance with me"
And murmur vague obscenities
At ugly girls like me, at seventeen...
--"At Seventeen" by Tara Maclean
I wonder if it's possible to make a life for yourself if you keep failing secondary education.
I'm starting to wonder if good MCU Bucky players are like mythical creatures. Everyone thinks they exist, but they really don't.
With talk of Civil War and Ant-Man, maybe the MCU will destroy itself in a blaze of glory. One can hope.