𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄, doctor strange.

Explosions

                    Ana feverishly dished out cups of coffee and food, panting hard as she darted in and out of the kitchen. It was rush hour, and every person with a reasonable job was on their lunch break, some casually talking in corners of the cafe while others sipped their drinks silently. Wiping her hand across her forehead, which shined with a thin sheet of sweat, she quickly handed the last cup of coffee to a customer, flashing a fake smile before tucking the cash into her pocket, the green bills smashing against the other ones wrinkled in there. She scanned over the store, watching as every person ate and drank happily, and she sighed, smiling softly. Twisting on her heel, she paced into the kitchen, walking over to her area of condiments, where ketchup and dough were splayed across the metal surface. Pushing it off to the side, she dished her notebook out of her apron, and clicked on her pen, placing it delicately to the paper.

                   Ana had a deep passion for drawing, her pictures almost looking like reality and being admired when people caught sight of them. She drew whatever was on her mind, reflecting her mood, and her soft smile told everyone that she was content. Calm. Tracing her pen delicately over the paper, the lines and swirls developed into flowers, and the roses and carnations overlapped each other, ready to pop out of the paper and sprout to life. Smiling victoriously at her work, her grin bright, she lifted her head up and tucked the pen and pad into her apron as loud voices echoed from the front of the cafe, and she furrowed her brows worriedly as she pushed her way into the diner, glancing around suspiciously.

Then she saw them.

                   A total of three men strutted into the cafe, the foreign robes marked with intricate markings that made no sense to Ana. Their hair was shaved off, soft fuzz growing there instead. Their hands were dressed in cloth black gloves, their fists curled together dangerously. The most off-setting thing, though, was their eyes. Their irises were a dark violet, swirling with a hidden evil that send shivers down Ana's spine. She cautiously backed up, as the other patrons seemed to do, her eyes wide and frightened. The men twisted their arms in the air in perfect synchronization, dark smiles across their faces as they smirked. Dark swirling lines that sparked appeared where their hands had traced the air, and Ana gasped as they pushed their hands forward, the lines brightening into pure white that blinded the cafe.

And then there was black.