Thor: Ragnarok - The Avengers: Infinity War - The Avengers: Endgame
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Tony stark gave his life so we could make something of ours.
*EDITING SPRING OF 2023*
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My body screamed loudly in protest when I awoke from a deep, dreamless slumber, urging me to stay completely still and wrapped up in blankets that engulfed me in comfortable warmth.
Both my arms and my legs felt as if they weighed a ton, and a dull throb in the back of my head elicited a soundless groan to escape my lips.
Aside from the sound of my own breathing, the room was completely silent. I slowly opened my eyes and looked up at the high ceiling, careful not to take in too much light all at once. I'd suffered from migraines a lot when I was younger, and too much light could trigger a migraine very quickly.
My muscles were sore and stiff, my entire body was tense. It took a lot of effort just to push myself upright so I could properly take in the room I had been taken to. Upon first glance, it appeared to be an exact mirrored reflection of the one that Loki and I had shared before.
In fact, only the bed sheets and the curtains were a different color. Both of them had been dyed a lovely shade of ice blue. The set-up of the room was exactly the same as the other one. My fingers softly grasped the silky, shiny material of the comforter and I audibly sighed - my desire to remain wrapped up in the softness was almost greater than my desire to figure out how to get the hell away from Sakaar.
The only light illuminating the room came from a set of holographic candles placed on the nightstands on either side of the bed and the city lights that shone in through the large open window above me. I had no clue how long I'd been passed out for, but all-natural daylight had long vanished beyond the city's skyline, leaving me to believe I had to have been unconscious for almost a full day. This worried me, to say the least.
I knew Asgard was in grave danger, and the longer we were on Sakaar, the stronger Hela would get. I couldn't imagine how Thor and Loki must've been feeling when thinking about their home possibly being destroyed. The thought of losing everything one had ever known made me shiver. I knew that feeling all too well.
I suddenly remembered what had happened in the arena, and covered my face with my hands, exhaling deeply. I could still feel the electric current coursing through my veins and see the sparks they accompanied flying from the tips of my fingers.
Empathic telekinesis, Stephen had said. The ability to affect the physical without physical force, triggered by severe outburts of human emotion. It didn't exactly make sense. I could feel strong emotions of the people around me, so the empathic part rang true. I could not however, no matter how hard I tried, move objects with my mind at will. In fact, as I laid there in the dark, thinking back on all the times my power had manifested, I realized that it had expressed itself in slightly different ways each time it was triggered.
Like just now, in the arena. Before meeting the God of thunder, I'd never conjured electricity. When I was confronted with Hela on that field in Norway, I could hear the sounds of a thousand screaming human beings. I felt the raw, unparalleled power of pure rage inside my veins when my eyes met her black ones.
