For a jaded 38 year old writer of mostly anti-hero’s, and usually flawed individuals who adores dark gritty crime stories, I see something in super hero stories that give me some special chance to recognize what other jaded people can’t: we need hero’s.
It’s amazing to see Captain Steve Rogers go from humbly serving his country in the first two Captain America stories, Captain America: The First Avenger and Captain America: The Winter Solider, but turns into a jaded nomadic agent after the Avengers battle one another in Civil War, in order to protect Bucky, after he was brainwashed to kill Tony Stark’s father. Guts, in Berserk, is a man who stands by his friends, against hell’s forces, caring for Casca, even when she can’t even speak. Facing up to the responsibility of being a good man and answering for what they have done. But a hero has a few conditions.
But the condition of a hero, a pure soul who will stand up for his friends, family, and the love of his life, is something akin to religious belief.