“Sorry y/n you seem like a nice girl you really do, but if i cant have your father at least I’ll have you!” She broke the glass bottle and disappeared. “Help” i screamed while running towards the door “help!” It was locked from the outside. I was wasting to much breath screaming and I didn’t feel good, i sat down and saw that my skin was turning red. This is it, I’m going to die, the room started turning different colors then it went dark.
As i walked out from the bathroom i saw purple dust or something coming from our room. Peters POV
As i walked out from the bathroom i saw purple dust or something coming from our room. I ran over and saw that the room was filed with it, and it wasn’t dust but gas. Shit i need Mr. Stark, i ran to the gym which is where he was and saw him. “Mr. Stark” i screamed “its y/n she needs your help!” I ran out and he followed close behind “look the door its jammed i cant open it! Please do something.” “Pepper get one of my suits and call Banner! Kid back up!” He put on one of his suit gloves and blasted open the door, he ran in and grabbed y/n. She looked dead. “Is she okay?” “No she’s dying” Pepper came running down the hall and started crying. “Oh my god y/n” “Not right now honey, give me the phone!” He took the phone out of her hand “Banner, i need the stuff! What do you mean no, its y/n she’s dying! I need it please!” He said while tearing up “great thank you! I’m going to the hospital now.” We ran outside where his suit was waiting for him, he got in and took off, I followed close behind, and Pepper had to drive. We got there and Bruce was already there. “Hey man, here’s the stuff! Put it into her IV and it should work. Go!” He ran into her room and put it into her IV, nothing happened. The doctor came in and told us that we needed to leave, and that he would try his hardest to save her. We all left.MORE IN COMMENTS🔽🔽
The thing about reality is that everyone perceives it differently.
Some view it as nothing but despair and dread, perhaps with an eternal grey cloud looming over them.
Many see it as a bright sky filled with hope and joy and little fuzzy animals everywhere.
Really, it’s a glass half full, glass half empty type of situation.
And then you have those few people, those rare forms that see the glass as entirely empty.
And those are always the people that sadden me.
I like to believe that somewhere out there in the vast expanse of time and space, everyone can find some little piece of happiness to fill their souls.
Even if it’s just a fraction of the joy some might feel, at least it’s something.
It’s a hope to cling too, it’s a memory or the sound of laughter or the scent of pie.
But some aren’t able to cling to such things.
I don’t know why, and I could never do justice to the explanation because I truly do not know.
But there are those out there, and I always think of them during moments like these.
Times when the snow drifts down in quiet waves.
Moments where the atmosphere is so quiet and peaceful, and the world has a hue that makes even the darkest night seem less lonely.
The warmth of something held tightly within your grasp, and the memories you have of previous holidays and gatherings coming together in your mind.
Wandering around the empty streets, I see more and more people lost without a purpose.
I thought by coming to Bucharest I wouldn’t be flooded with quite so many ghosts of my past.
But with every person I meet, I see the outline of another.
I hear a laugh, a spoken word, or the color of their eyes that look like the brightest hue the sky can manage.
And all at once these thoughts race through my mind.
And I find myself trying to explain what it feels like, though most of the time I can’t.
Perhaps I’m neither of the three options I described.
Maybe in the long run, all I am is a facsimile, trying to fit in a world where I was never meant to belong in the first place.
And maybe that’s the saddest thing of all.