ARWEN. Chris Evans touching his left boob is my super villain origin story. Currently obsessing over the art of war in Medieval Italy, Langobards, italian maritime republics, knights templar, pirates, all things Marvel and comics.
"It begins as a whisper. A promise. The lightest of breezes dances above the death cries of 300 men. That breeze became a wind. A wind, my brothers, of sacrifice. A wind of freedom. A wind of justice. A wind of vengeance." [x]