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That's what I want to happen in Secret Invasion. For the heroes to be revealed as Skrulls, and the Skrulls revealed as heroes, and then heroes to Skrulls again and Skrulls to heroes again in a frenzy of double-bluffing and double-dealing until it's happening issue by issue then page by page then panel by panel and finally, when Tony Stark jets down from the Savage Land in a brand new super-suit, he finds everyone just sitting around, looking confused, and Carol Danvers says "Sorry, Tone. We've completely lost track. None of us know who's who anymore." And Tony, ever the pragmatist, says "Fuck it, maybe two Wolverines and three Spider-Men will come in useful," and they all live happily ever after.
"Actually," notes Professor X or Emma or whomever, "There's been three Wolverines for, um, what? Five years now?" And the Skrulls just shrug their shoulders and say, "What, you just noticed this now?" And then they laugh, but it's that fucked-up not-quite-laughing found at the end of episodes of Star Trek, cringing actors forced to play fish-bellied human roles, trying to pretend like they find the joke funny. And then Cyclops has a breakdown and it's back to square one. FOR EVERYONE. |
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