GOOD TO BE ALIVE | "It's a long, dark road, tryna make it on your own. And there's snakes everywhere you go. No more living in the past 'cause that was last season"
In which Elizabeth Allen's patience is put to the test when her friends put the Mult...
CHAPTER EIGHT: "Fate's an asshole. Trust me, I've met him"
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FOLLOWING THE PHONE CALL, ELIZABETH WAS BACK IN THE SANCTUM IN A MATTER OF SECONDS. Peter stayed behind to fix the damage left post battle, hoping to saviour what was left of a stable reputation. And Archer was having trouble explaining his hurried and constant rush of thoughts through the jumbled chaos currently infecting his mind.
Elizabeth's bedroom in Kamar-Taj was occupied by a pacing and panicked Archer Campbell and a half annoyed Elizabeth Allen.
The speedster sighed, resting her chin in her open palm as she lifted her legs to cross over the bed. Archer continued to pace in front of her, shoes squeaking against the wood floors and crashing against the small obstacles in the form of stray clothing and notebooks. The lack of stability in Elizabeth's life meant she was in and out too much to keep her bedroom clean. It wasn't as bad as Archer's post tornado-esc chaos that had ruined his room, but Elizabeth's bedroom was still bad...
"Archery," Elizabeth sighed, leaning back casually with her forearms acting as a stand. "What's wrong?"
"These... villains... Stephen says they all die fighting Spider-Man," Archer breathed out, clasping his hands together in front of his sealed lips. He didn't like how unfazed Elizabeth seemed to his explanation. "Say something. I don't like the silence," he managed to blurt out through a harsh exhale of breath. The lack of voices made Archer panicked further, "Elizabeth, this is terrifying. You're never silent when the Multiverse is potentially in danger-!"
"What am I suppose to say?" Elizabeth answered simply, head tilted in confusion.
Archer's hands dropped, his posture slouching as his face fell in shock. "What?" he murmured with similar confusion. "What do you mean? He's sentencing these people to certain death."
Elizabeth stayed stoic, continuing to be stunned by her friend's sudden care towards the infamous group of villains imprisoned beneath their very feet. "No, he's sentencing them to fate," she shrugged again. It seemed easy to understand to the speedster, one's fate cannot be altered. Archer wasn't budging as Elizabeth sighed, shaking her head slowly. "Fate's an asshole. Trust me, I've met him. You can argue that they don't deserve it all you want but at the end of the day, it's already been decided how their lives should conclude."
"No one deserves death," Archer said softly, but this time Elizabeth stayed unmoving. "This is unfair. They should be able to decide on their own."
Elizabeth stood, murmuring her friend's name sympathetically, a hand clutching his shoulder in a pathetic attempt at offering comfort. "They already decided. These people are from multiple different time streams. They never change, and in the end, heroes must take drastic action to make sure no one else has to suffer."
