Today I asked Steve Rogers if he would still love me if I was a worm and he immediately said “no.” He realized he might have made a mistake when he saw the slightly crestfallen expression on my face so he started backpedaling, asking clarifying questions like “in this scenario were you always a worm or did you transform into a worm? Were you there all along but then you disappeared and in that instant a worm popped into existance to take your place? What are the metaphysical implications for personal identity in this instance -” and I had to kiss him on the mouth to get him to shut up