I haven't been posting for a few days, because on Saturday I managed to sprain my ankle, stepping off the bottom step of my back porch. Since I have ankles that have the apparent strength of a piece of cooked sphagetti, this sort of incident is distressingly common for me.
Man, it hurt.
Much better now, I can put weight on it, and shuffle around, and am off the crutches.
But anyway. Superheroes don't seem to suffer from this sort of thing. Hawkeye, now seems to sport a bandaid on his nose in practically every depiction of him, but that is a new thing, and something that I find quite endearing actually. Also Bruce seems to have Alfred stitch him up a lot, but he never seems to suffer from anything but cuts and bruises. No broken bones or sprains, or concussions.
On the other hand, maybe all he DOES suffer from are concussions! It would explain a lot.
This sort of thing is why I rather like the Marvel movies, because Iron Man actually gets beat up a bit, and so does Thor and Captain America and everybody else. Because when you are fighting world class threats, you actually should bleed a little bit.
So, as usual, I've managed to make it all about me.
Hal sums it all up so neatly.