"Most women aren't a quarter Kree and half Olympian," Roxie smiled. Honestly, as far as Roxie knew, she was the only one with that specific genetic make-up, which certainly made her one-of-a-kind.

"The thing is, we all have dark thoughts and dark impulses. After the thing with the Kree, I wanted to destroy the entire race. There are nights where I still want to charge up there as a fully realized Olympian and destroy their entire civilization for trying to use me as their brood mare," Roxie said. "How could I not? There's nothing...there's no bigger insult than..." she shook her head. Of all the things she had ever thought she'd mean to the Kree, being their brood mare was not one of them. "For what it's worth, Joe, I'm glad you never followed through with that dark place about yourself. I know I might not have learned about it, since you weren't in touch, but I'm sure I'd know that the world was an emptier place without you."