So I kind of just started crying over The Avengers like breaking all of the records and making all of the money and all because of Joss Whedon.
Joss Whedon the man that brought into my life a strong snarky teenage vampire Slayer and her wonderful brave friends.
Joss Whedon the man that brought into my life a vampire led detective agency with its lost souls and need to help others.
Joss Whedon the man that brought into my life a rag tag bunch of misfit cowboys in space, who had a little ship to call home.
Joss Whedon the man that brought into my life the damaged minds of the Actives and their brave fight to become real people.
Joss Whedon the man that brought into my life music and tragedy via superheroes and would be supervillains
And now Joss Whedon the man that achieved what everyone expected to be a failure and instead gave us a messed up family of misfits and damaged people with the desire to save the world…a lot.
Really The Avengers is everything I’ve come to love about Whedon’s work and I hope that people who have never seen his previous shows but enjoyed this movie so much go back and check it out because what he has been saying all along about friendship and family and sacrifice and bravery is at the heart of all of his work.
Buffy would go easy at first, but as soon as Natasha popped her with a Widow Sting, she’d start bringing some slayer brawn to the fray. Natasha’s fast, but a couple of good connects and she’s wobbling, possibly something broken — she whips out her glock and now Buffy’s dodging — right where Natasha wants her. Natasha shoots the cable holding the steel barrels and they tumble onto Buffy, nearly burying her — Buffy just arcs out of the way, grabbing the splintered cable and swinging directly onto Natasha, a bullet grazing her cheek as her feet land hard on the Russian’s shoulders, sending her back flat — crack! — on the floor, Buffy wrenching the gun away and tossing it, fist ready for the final strike. Natasha, struggling to stay conscious, says the fight’s over. Buffy agrees, but Natasha explains: She poisoned Buffy hours ago. That waitress that brought her salad …? Natasha smiles. The poison is dormant — ‘til it’s activated by adrenaline. Buffy’s eyes narrow. “Too bad I didn’t use any.” Wham! Natasha’s out for the count, and Buffy’s heading — slowly — to Willow for a mystical cleanse.
This is amazing