Of all the parallels we've seen so far, I think this one best demonstrates the difference between John Walker and Steve Rogers.
Steve easily could have killed Tony at the end of Civil War. In fact, Tony seemed to expect it; he raised his hands to protect his head from what he probably thought was the inevitable.
But Steve wasn't like that. Even in the midst of pure rage, he could never kill someone unnecessarily- good moral standards were at the core of every decision he made, regardless of his own emotional state.
John Walker is different. When he gets angry, morality is not his priority because ultimately he isn't a man of the people, he's a man who centres his own desires, no matter the cost. He doesn't stop to question himself because his ego won't let him.
Where Steve Rogers was measured, John Walker is impulsive. Where Steve Rogers looked out for everyone's best interests, John Walker looks out for his own.
Where Steve Rogers showed self-restraint, John Walker takes the kill strike.
iβm sure Thor will give him a ride home
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lady: walking down dark alley slowly and alone (everything a woman would never do)
white guy in hoodie: hey
lady: AHH
white guy in hoodie: u look like my mom *stabs her* *takes her toes*
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emily: and then i got drunk and slammed that bitchβs head into the bar counter
derek: haha thats great-
jj: its a bad one *hands out files*
emily: let me eat you out
(in the conference room)
jj: so yeah this guy stabs ladies. but now, he takes their toes
spencer: hes escalating
hotch: π‘π‘π‘ wheels up in 30
(zoom in on the plane)
jj: if when you do, but i cannot for the yes of he was what i no π -lil huddy
(in the plane)
emily: sexual sadist
spencer: the history of toes is actually a long starting with the ancient indians they used to-
derek: dont make me put ur head through the plane window pretty boy. although i know you would love that
spencer: π³π
garcia on the phone: okay so i made a list of all the white guys in arizona.
derek: i want to taste ur guts
garcia: impale me with ur cock
hotch: thanks garcia π‘π‘π‘
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detective alzhiemers: we spoke on the phone and i invited u here but i just want u to know i dont trust a single fucking thing you say. wow agent jareau u got that barbie doll build.
hotch: π‘ where can we set up
(at the crime scene)
rossi: πππ he took their toes. but u can see the bone here.
(camera zooms in on derek)
derek: *takes off his sunglasses* *flexes* hes devolving
(at the m.e)
doctor dr. : so basically he kills them. u can see because theyre dead. he takes their toes but its sloppy.
emily: he must be doing it because he doesnt have any toes.
reid: *calling garcia* we need a list
(music escalates)
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spencer: yeah so basically hes white and a sexual sadist
hotch: mid 30s, his mother didnt love him
emily: HES IMPOTENT because his girlfriend cut off his balls
derek: and he does not have toes. we gotta catch him fast. *picks up a call from garcia*
jj: i will be telling the press so we can get calls about men without toes.
garcia: hey my 12 inch bad dragon dick. i found him- Ben Serialkiller, 54 creep lane. born without toes, his mom kicked him out when he was 5.
derek: thanks babygirl. remind me to kiss ur feet tonight.
rossi: god am i old enough to die
detective alzheimers: actually i think youre completely wrong.
emily: we dont fucking care shut up limpdick
other cops: okay we believe you now
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(in a dark basement)
spencer: Ben, i get it. u dont have to kill these women. *puts the gun down and takes off kevlar for no fucking reason* my mom tried to kill me too. but im not a serial killer.
white guy in hoodie: you dont get it.
rossi: you dont want to kill her. we can let the world know of your struggle, ben. we will teach them of a world with men without toes.
white guy in hoodie: okay i guess. *lets go of lady* *cries*
hotch: π‘π‘π‘ *cuffs him*
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morgan, on the jet: u did good today, kid.
reid: thanks. i wonder what my life would be like if i didnt have 3 lifetimes of trauma on my 27 year old back.
morgan: hahaha
emily, joining in: hahahaha. loser
hotch: π‘π‘π‘ i wish i had emotions
jj: i miss my kids
emily: can we fuck yet
jj: fine i guess
(picture of the sky)
rossi: And in the end, if I eated soap, no I didnt because I yes β¨ -hitler
Y/N: I couldnβt fix him.
Y/N: But I sure as hell could top him
Peter 3:
idk whatβs worse.. being in love with someone who will never know you exist or someone who doesnβt even exist
me walking around my room talking outloud to myself about my current obsessions and giving my imaginary audience an hours long speech about it