Pete's Expert Summary
My Human has procured another plastic totem, this one a small, winged hominid they call 'Falcon.' It is apparently part of a larger tribe of 'Marvel Legends,' though its legendary status is highly debatable from my vantage point on the heated floor vent. The articulated limbs and detachable wing backpack present a modicum of interest; they suggest a certain satisfying 'snap' if chewed with appropriate vigor, and the numerous tiny accessories are prime candidates for being hidden in hard-to-reach locations. However, its primary purpose seems to be standing motionless on a shelf, a function I have already perfected. A potential diversion for a slow afternoon, but hardly a replacement for a premium sunbeam.
Key Features
- MARVEL STUDIOS’ CAPTAIN AMERICA: BRAVE NEW WORLD: This collectible Marvel figure in 6-inch scale (15 cm) is inspired by the appearance of Marvel’s Falcon in Marvel Studios’ Captain America: Brave New World -- a great gift for collectors and fans ages 4 and up
- DELUXE DESIGN AND ARTICULATION: This figure features over 20 points of articulation and deco inspired by Marvel Studios’ Captain America: Brave New World, including a highly articulated wing backpack
- CHARACTER-INSPIRED ACCESSORIES: This officially licensed Marvel’s Falcon action figure comes with 8 accessories
- WINDOW BOX PACKAGING: Display the MCU on your shelf with collectible window box packaging, featuring MCU-inspired logos and design
- A MULTIVERSE OF COLLECTIBLES: Look for more Legends collectibles to build a Captain America 6 inch action figure collection on your shelf
- THE LATEST WING-BEARER: A former Lieutenant in the U.S. Air Force, Joaquin Torres has picked up Sam’s old wings to take on the role of Falcon
A Tale from Pete the Cat
The Human freed the little man from his transparent prison, meticulously arranging his limbs and attaching a vast, gray contraption to his back. It was, I had to admit, an impressive set of wings. As a creature who has mastered the art of vertical ascent via bookcase, I respect good climbing gear. The Human placed him on the end table, posed as if about to leap into the air. I watched from the arm of the sofa, feigning sleep, one eye a silver slit. This newcomer wasn't a toy. He was a sentinel. His gaze was fixed, his posture rigid. I understood immediately. He was here to watch for greebles. That evening, as twilight bled through the windows, the infestation began. A subtle flicker in the corner of my eye, a skittering just beyond the veil of the mundane. The greebles were active. I tensed, my tail giving a single, sharp twitch. I glanced at my new partner, the winged guardian on the table. He stood firm, unmoving. A professional. He was clearly waiting for them to fully manifest, to reveal their true, scurrying forms before he launched his silent, plastic assault. I respected his patience, his iron-clad discipline. I gave a low chuff of encouragement. "Soon," I seemed to say. "Soon we strike." Hours passed. The greebles danced on the ceiling, they swarmed under the coffee table, they even grew bold enough to manifest as a dust bunny tumbling across the hardwood. And what did my so-called ally do? Nothing. He just stood there, his heroic pose a monument to inaction. The truth crashed down upon me with the weight of a thousand unopened treat bags. He wasn't a sentinel. He wasn't a partner. He was a fraud. A charlatan in a flight suit. Disgusted by this dereliction of duty, I leaped onto the end table. I stared into his tiny, painted eyes, filled with a hollow promise he could never keep. With a single, dismissive shove of my paw, I sent him plummeting to the rug below. He landed with a pathetic clatter, his magnificent wings askew. He wasn't a greeble hunter; he was just another thing to be knocked off a high surface. A fundamentally flawed, yet ultimately serviceable, object of gravity's whim.
