1. And then, it Somehow Gets Worse
Marcus finishes his story by explaining that, since Hawkeye went and destroyed his machine, he now has to go back to Limbo forever. And for some reason, the Avengers FEEL BAD FOR HIM.
WHAT. I…I don’t…what? But, oh no, it gets worse, because Carol decides to go with him. Carol, who Marcus ADMITTED TO MIND CONTROLLING. And all the Avengers see NO PROBLEMS WITH THAT IDEA. Jesus Christ, if Marcus was giving off any more red flags, he would’ve gone through a communist revolution by now.
But no, the Avengers just send Carol and Marcus on their merry way, like the worst people ever. That is why the story is so bad. It treats all of the horrible things Marcus did as perfectly okay, and not disgustingly atrocious. It makes Carol look like a fool for her earlier distrust of Marcus, even though that distrust is THE ABSOLUTE CORRECT WAY TO FEEL ABOUT BEING IMPREGNATED AGAINST HER OWN WILL.
And that was supposed to be the end of Ms. Marvel. But it wasn’t. Chris Clairemont, who was disgusted by Avengers #200, brought Carol back in the pages of Avengers Annual #10, wherein she shows up back on earth again. When the Avengers catch up with her, she reveals that she’s been avoiding them since she escaped Marcus and Limbo. She then proceeds to chew out the team for letting her leave with Marcus, who was CLEARLY forcing her into a relationship. When the Avengers stammer and act like jerks again, she leaves, deciding that she’d rather join the X-Men, instead.
And that’s the end of our sad, strange saga. So, when you get excited for our upcoming look at Captain Marvel on the big screen, remember to thank Chris Clairemont for saving Carol from the worst fate imaginable. And make sure to forget that Marcus ever existed. Letting him take up space in your memory is better than he deserves. Worst character ever, worst Avengers comic ever, second worst Marvel comic ever. What’s the worst? Maybe I’ll get to it someday, but next week, I think I’ll take some time to write about something positive. This one drained me.
Well, off to take that disgust-shower.
