Admittedly, Nate didn't have much in the way of family in this time period. That said, he did have people he cared about in this time period, though none of them were as defenseless as Jaime's family. It was something to consider, though that train of thought got derailed slightly at the unspoken implication of Jaime's words.
Because if Jaime were ever to commit suicide, Nate would kill him for it. He's a time traveler, he can do that.
Its a thought he chews on for a moment, but spits it out of his mind in favor of moving on, letting out a scoff at the idea of Nate being a liaison for the Defenders.
"Yeah, I'm sure that would go over well. We're friends, but the rest of the Defenders think I'm as psycho as the rest of my teammates." Which, being honest, they may or may not be right about that, but that was beside the point. "And speaking of my teammates..."
Nate paused there, and put his hand on Jaime's shoulder to stop him as well. This was kind of important, and something that had been nagging at him for quite a while.
"Let's just say, 'hypothetically speaking' that Ms. Marvel used to be Moonstone." Nate was 99% certain that Jaime could hear the air quotes in his voice when he spoke, but even so, "So what? What does that even matter at this point?
"Two and half years ago, two worlds got smashed into one, and everything went to hell. Osborn could've gone back to being the Green Goblin, Ms. Marvel could've went back to being Moonstone and they could've caused all sorts of havoc if they wanted to. There was no one here to stop them. You Superman, Cap, the Justice League, the other former Avengers; all of you were drifting through the time stream like pieces of flotsam.
"But they didn't. Instead, faced with an impossibly huge mess, they jumped in and did everything they could to save lives and restore some sense of normalcy and order; find me a better definition of the word 'hero' than that. And they're still at it, they've been working their asses off as much as we have and its like--" He started gesturing wildly, because there was so much frustration that was bubbling over to the surface that he couldn't even words. Every attempt at speaking just came out as frustrated grunts and choked off sounds and even wilder gestures, before he finally let out a frustrated scream. "--Y'know?!"
...except Jaime probably didn't know. Because Nate hadn't explained anything. Not with words, anyhow. But with all of that out, he let out a long breath, and tried again. With words this time.
"Osborn's a former villain, I'm a future villain, the rest are-- who the hell knows; but in the here and now, we're all busting our asses to help this world move forward and instead of getting any kind of encouragement or support from the Defenders, it's like-- you're the only one who hasn't been a morally self-righteous dick at us. The rest of the show up and get offended that we don't bow down to their heroness and now we have to be heroes in spite of them rather than with them and there is so much more that could be accomplished if they weren't such judgmental pricks and think that they know better than us or the government or anyone else who isn't part of their little clique and--" And something else that could only be expressed through frustrated gestures. "You'd think they'd want as much help as they can get but noooooo; Captain America didn't anoint us with his tears so we don't count." He couldn't help the sneer that followed that statement, it was just that frustrating to him. "I mean half of them were so busy having a giant slap-fight over who had the right to be more morally self-righteous that they let the world get invaded and nearly conquered by aliens and they want us to kiss their rings? Like 'no, fuck you' and you honestly think people like that don't need adult supervision?"
He let out another frustrated breath, starting to run out of steam at this point.
"It kind of makes me want to become Kang, just so I can kick them all in the balls and take an unholy amount of pleasure in it."
He took another breath after that, and it seemed like he was done.
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Because if Jaime were ever to commit suicide, Nate would kill him for it. He's a time traveler, he can do that.
Its a thought he chews on for a moment, but spits it out of his mind in favor of moving on, letting out a scoff at the idea of Nate being a liaison for the Defenders.
"Yeah, I'm sure that would go over well. We're friends, but the rest of the Defenders think I'm as psycho as the rest of my teammates." Which, being honest, they may or may not be right about that, but that was beside the point. "And speaking of my teammates..."
Nate paused there, and put his hand on Jaime's shoulder to stop him as well. This was kind of important, and something that had been nagging at him for quite a while.
"Let's just say, 'hypothetically speaking' that Ms. Marvel used to be Moonstone." Nate was 99% certain that Jaime could hear the air quotes in his voice when he spoke, but even so, "So what? What does that even matter at this point?
"Two and half years ago, two worlds got smashed into one, and everything went to hell. Osborn could've gone back to being the Green Goblin, Ms. Marvel could've went back to being Moonstone and they could've caused all sorts of havoc if they wanted to. There was no one here to stop them. You Superman, Cap, the Justice League, the other former Avengers; all of you were drifting through the time stream like pieces of flotsam.
"But they didn't. Instead, faced with an impossibly huge mess, they jumped in and did everything they could to save lives and restore some sense of normalcy and order; find me a better definition of the word 'hero' than that. And they're still at it, they've been working their asses off as much as we have and its like--" He started gesturing wildly, because there was so much frustration that was bubbling over to the surface that he couldn't even words. Every attempt at speaking just came out as frustrated grunts and choked off sounds and even wilder gestures, before he finally let out a frustrated scream. "--Y'know?!"
...except Jaime probably didn't know. Because Nate hadn't explained anything. Not with words, anyhow. But with all of that out, he let out a long breath, and tried again. With words this time.
"Osborn's a former villain, I'm a future villain, the rest are-- who the hell knows; but in the here and now, we're all busting our asses to help this world move forward and instead of getting any kind of encouragement or support from the Defenders, it's like-- you're the only one who hasn't been a morally self-righteous dick at us. The rest of the show up and get offended that we don't bow down to their heroness and now we have to be heroes in spite of them rather than with them and there is so much more that could be accomplished if they weren't such judgmental pricks and think that they know better than us or the government or anyone else who isn't part of their little clique and--" And something else that could only be expressed through frustrated gestures. "You'd think they'd want as much help as they can get but noooooo; Captain America didn't anoint us with his tears so we don't count." He couldn't help the sneer that followed that statement, it was just that frustrating to him. "I mean half of them were so busy having a giant slap-fight over who had the right to be more morally self-righteous that they let the world get invaded and nearly conquered by aliens and they want us to kiss their rings? Like 'no, fuck you' and you honestly think people like that don't need adult supervision?"
He let out another frustrated breath, starting to run out of steam at this point.
"It kind of makes me want to become Kang, just so I can kick them all in the balls and take an unholy amount of pleasure in it."
He took another breath after that, and it seemed like he was done.