As The World Caves In: An Avengers / Star Wars Story

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         "What... what are you doing?" I shouted, looking back at the golden-eyed man. A ray of rainbow light engulfed me and the Hulk, pulling us from the ship. The last I saw was Thanos striking the golden-eyed man through the heart. I held on to the Hulk tighter, willingly myself not to be pulled away, the noise of the rainbow flames drowning nothing. I couldn't cry. I couldn't feel anything but the shaking of my fear.

    Within the minute, we were no longer in a ship covered in flame and death, but crashing through a ceiling onto a grand staircase.

        As the rainbow surrounding us disappeared, I held onto Bruce, despite the pressure releasing me.

        My arm was shaking as I held on. It all happened to fast. That man, he had saved me, twice. Two strong hands grabbed my shoulders. I flung my arm around Bruce. "Ve'ganir off ni*!! Get away..."

       I gasped into a now human Bruce. He brushed my hair with his hand, "Hey, Scrap.... Scrapper Ninety Nine..."

       The two hands still held my shoulders, attempting to pull me off. I wouldn't go... I had lived it again. I had seen a new slaughter, just as unfair and unjust. If not more so. Those people were not warriors. They did not deserve to die. I felt Bruce squirm underneath my arm, I couldn't let go. He was the only one I knew to have survived. The Hulk was scared. That little boy was dead. Dead like little Byph.

    The hands on my shoulder moved to my leg. I yelped as they touched my injury.

        "There appears to be a fracture in the tibia and several deep abrasions," A new voice rang out. The voice spoke quickly and emotionless, as though he had done this millions of times. "I would recommend a splint and stitches, if she's willing to cooperate, that is."

         Another hand touched my back, but a softer voice followed, "Who did this to you?"

         I could only recall the betrayal of Loki, how he had been so scared at the arrival of the ship. His act, turning against his brother, his people. Those eyes... Anakin... I recalled the day I captured Loki, his fear after waking up to being restrained, and his soft cries in his sleep. During one of my assignments, I had remembered Ahsoka telling me about the nightmares Anakin would get.

    I wasn't truly ready when he told me my watch had ended early one late night. He was cold despite being drenched in his own sweat. He had a nightmare. The ones I and Ahsoka would have to wake him up from on their scouts. It was a secret we shared of our friend and he had fallen from the fear he had encountered, so had Loki. They were manipulated by a force beyond their control.

       Loki... he was a child that faced so much in his life. He did not deserve that fate, neither did Thor or any of the Asguardians.

      I wish I could have saved him.

      But I cannot save anyone.

      Slowly, I turned my head to the voices. Two men stood beside Bruce and me, one had a cape and the other was dressed in robes. If I wasn't in so much pain, I would have thought I was dreaming.

         "Thanos... Thanos is coming," I said, staring at the man in the cape. "Kaysh cuyir olaror*."

         The men looked at each other and then back at me, "Who?"

         I finally let go of Bruce and reached my hand out for the man with the cape to help me. He took it and pulled me from the hole we had left in the stairs. I nervously glanced at my eyes over the decoration. The place was ancient looking with relics that helped make the feel of the place. It kind of reminded me of the Jedi temple. The other man with the softer voice, his arms were holding two orange plates circling them, although he wasn't really holding the plates, more conjuring. That man helped pull Bruce from the wreckage, after the disks disappeared. I only now realized Bruce had been naked when he transformed. I did not care as I turned back to face the man in the cape.