If I were in a hospital, my wife in the throes of labor with our first child, and my Ma taking her last breaths from cancer in the next room, and Cap strode in and said "Son, freedom is in jeopardy, I could use your fists", I'd like to think that I'd barely hesitate before grabbing my jacket.
And that my wife would flash me the thumbs up as I left the room, and that I would hear Ma weakly say "Go get 'em son" as her final words.
>>82612538>>82612876ITT: Faggots.
