"It's like you're trying to get yourself killed." Stephanie replied, whirling around at him as he tried to touch her. "It's like you're trying to get yourself fucking killed. I knew. I knew when I married you that you would be going out, fighting gangsters. I understood that, even if I didn't love it.

But where does it stop? Where does it end? If the fucking Defenders want you to fight Galactus? What happens then? I just want to be able to believe that there's some other way that this ends other than you being in a box in the cold, dead ground and me being a widow."

Her glare dissolved as she started to cry, as the thought of him dying became all too real. She could imagine it perfectly. Having to tell his father about how and why his son died so young, having to deal with life without him.

"Tengo mucho miedo de que vas a morir.

Mi amor, no puede morir.

Te necesito."