WARNING! SPOILERS AHEAD

Over 50 years ago, Marvel was born. It brought to life a world in which superheroes were so immensely realistic, it felt like you could bump into them on the street one day. The heroes of Marvel had flaws, insecurities, and at the end of the day, they didn’t always make it out on top. No one could have predicted that the world of Marvel would continue to grow throughout the years, unbridled, amassing a fandom consisting of thousands of individuals across the globe. It didn’t come as a surprise that there would eventually be film adaptations of the Marvel comics as they continued to thrive. And so, the Marvel Cinematic Universe was born.

I am a huge Marvel fan, and I have been for years. However, unlike some people, my love for Marvel didn’t stem from reading the comics. I guess you could say I worked my way backwards, meaning I fell in love with the Marvel Cinematic Universe first, and then went on to immerse myself in the world of Marvel comics. Hence, I’m sure you can imagine my apprehension and excitement for the release of Avengers: Endgame. In Avengers: Infinity War, we saw our heroes defeated, as Thanos accomplished his goal of wiping out 50% of all living creatures in the universe; something that almost never happens in superhero movies, regardless of the circumstances. Just like everyone else, I shed my fair amount of tears, but I was optimistic that the surviving Avengers would find a way to make things right, because that’s what they do.

At the beginning of Avengers: Endgame, we see our heroes dealing with their grief in their own, personal ways. It’s a painful start, and it almost seems as if all hope has truly been lost. But alas, Ant-man shows up, and suddenly, there could be a way to bring back the fallen; time travel. The Avengers grasp this new possibility, and proceed to attempt to change the past in order to change the future. Now, we all knew that there was no way all of our heroes would come out of this alive, but the first death personally had me shocked and in utter denial throughout the course of the movie. Black Widow is hands down one of my favourite Marvel characters, and to seeing her go was heartbreaking. Marvel is known to have a number of surprises for the fans, and Black Widow’s death was definitely one of them, and certainly not the last.

But Marvel being marvel, doesn’t simply stop at one surprise, and so they just kept on coming; Captain America lifting Thor’s hammer proving he truly is worthy, Gamora sort of coming back to life, Loki sort of coming back to life, Thor relinquishing his title as ruler of Asgard to Valkyrie (women of Marvel coming through!), Captain America growing old, and perhaps the biggest, most heart-wrenching shock of all, the death of the seemingly invincible Iron Man. Avengers: Endgame was a world-wind of emotions, yet despite the tears it caused me to shed, I couldn’t think of a better way to end Phase 3 of the Marvel Cinematic Universe.

Avengers: Endgame made us cry and laugh, it showed us that family can be those you choose, it showed us that even when you think all is lost, there is always room for hope. It was truly, in every sense of the word, a masterpiece, and I cannot wait to see what the Marvel Cinematic Universe has in store for us next. As the legendary Stan Lee would say, Excelsior!


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