I knew there wasn't going to be a happy ending. Not for me. I've spent years as a villain, fighting, struggling. Trying to change something. Believe it or not, I started as a hero. Tried to rescue some folks, stop a bank robbery, but since I was wearing a lab coat, a certain Captain thought I was villainous and set the course of my whole life.

Since my career started, I have suffered four concussions and been hospitalized… well, to be honest, I lost count. Hammer always made sure that nothing I tried to accomplish ever came to fruition. But he's the one that taught me what I needed to know when it came down to it. It's thanks to him that, when she died, it didn't hit me as hard as it could have. Because when she died, I wasn't surprised.

Took a while to realize that. To let myself realize that. I stared at my computer screen for I don't know how long afterward, looking over plans, trying to pretend to myself that I had to come to grips with what had happened. But I didn't, really. I'd known it was going to happen. Because Hammer had taught me. He'd quite literally pounded the knowledge into my head.

I don't get a happy ending.