My father only ever cared about the here and now. A bottle in hand, fat roaches for breakfast, gas in the flyin' pickup to outrun the War Machines.
Basically? He kept his head down and drank life away.
Ours got invaded by a whole team of villains, billions of years ago. Killed off a ton of people who would've had descendants that would've protected us.
I tried to hide and enjoy what I could about the world. Guess Tony Stark can't exactly do that, no matter the universe.
....I got it now.
I misunderstood. The whole freedom fighters thing, the world being very different from what it should've been.
We had similar issues. I thought you were from my Earth. Completely misread the situation.