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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When I woke up the following morning, I could finally say I felt somewhat better. I took the time to shower and blow dry my hair, actions that made me feel at least sort of normal for the time being.
I took a fresh set of clothes from the room's closet, not bothered by the fact that they didn't quite fit me properly, and brushed my teeth in the bathroom, happy to admit I hadn't felt this fresh in a while. Crazy how much better some clean clothes and a toothbrush could make a person feel.
I savored the sunlight that entered my room through the large open window and couldn't help but think that maybe, perhaps, Sakaar wasn't as bad as I originally thought.
But, as nice as the cityscape was from where I stood, I knew I had to find the men that accompanied me to this planet so we could decide our next move together. I'd decided I had to stop sulking in my misery and make the best of things because the only way for me to go home was to take matters into my own hands.
With my newfound determination and a lighter feeling in my stomach, I set out early that morning to find Thor's room, which had to be located somewhere in the enormous building we found ourselves in. People left and right stalked passed me, hardly giving me the time of day and very much unwilling to answer my questions regarding the God of Thunder's whereabouts. Eventually, I managed to find a guard who willingly pointed me in the direction I was already headed. I thanked him shortly, before making my way further through the Art Deco-looking hallways of the Grand Master's "palace".
"Thor?" I began calling out when the hallway began to come to an end.
It didn't take me long to find him, because the sliding door to the room at the end of the hallway was wide open and Thor was lying on the ground, once again shirtless. I began to suspect that man hated wearing clothes.
"Good morning," He greeted, "You look better."
"Thanks. What are you doing on the floor?" I asked, one eyebrow raised.
"Exercising, of course," He said with a huff, "one does not keep up this perfect physique without exercise."
The room was massive, to say the least. In the center stood a humongous bed that looked like the skull of a large animal. Its teeth made up the bedposts and the only way to sleep in it would be to climb in through its open mouth. There were large dumbbell weights scattered across the floor, accompanied by very dangerous-looking weaponry and heavy armor.
There was a bar with close to fifty strange-looking bottles, all most likely filled with different alcoholic beverages. The people on Sakaar sure loved to get hammered.
