You ever see a spoiled brat throw a tantrum?

I have. Plenty of times.

They love to act like the world is theirs, like everything should go their way. When it does? They’re all smiles and sunshine. They laugh, they dance and they play the role they think they were born for.

But the moment something doesn’t go their way?

The moment life throws something real at them.. something unfair, something painful… they crumble. They throw their toys out of the pram, stomp their feet and cry about how unfair it all is.

That’s you, Destructo.

When being a hero meant glory, when it meant victories and titles, when you were standing on the top of the mountain, basking in the cheers of the people, you loved it. Being a hero was the greatest thing in the world when it was easy. When it benefited you.

But the moment things went wrong, the moment you were faced with real pain; you couldn’t handle it.

Your father died. Life got hard. And instead of standing tall, instead of fighting through the storm like a real man, you quit.

You decided being a hero wasn’t for you anymore. Not because it was wrong, not because it wasn’t worth it, but because it didn’t feel good anymore.

Because it wasn’t fun anymore.

You gave up on everything you once stood for.. not because you had to, but because you couldn’t stand the idea of being a hero if it meant struggling. If it meant fighting through pain instead of running from it.

I’ve tried to make you see sense. I’ve tried to make you understand that life isn’t puppy dogs and rainbows. It isn’t easy street. Living is hard. Being a man is hard. But you don’t care. You refuse to listen.

And you wanna call yourself Destructo now? Like you’re some kind of force to be feared?

I don’t fear spoiled children.

You can drop the “boy” from your name all you want, but deep down, that’s exactly what you still are. A spoiled brat who couldn’t handle not getting his way. A child who decided that if he couldn’t be happy, then no one else should be either.

Well, I’ve got bad news for you, kid.

If you’re gonna act like a child, then I’m gonna treat you like one.

On Warzone, I’m dragging you into that ring, I’m putting you over my knee, and I’m giving you the spanking you deserve.

And when I’m done? Maybe.. just maybe… you’ll finally start acting like a man.