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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If you told me I would be standing in a filthy, smelly, abandoned apartment with knives sticking out of the walls, broken bottles on the floor, and blood-stained clothes in a pile in the corner on Sakaar less than 24 earth hours after being dragged away from the safety of the Sanctum Sanctorum in New York City, I'd probably tell you you were full of shit and laugh in your face.
And yet there I was, Thor Odinson and Bruce Banner by my side, along with the scavenger woman who had captured us when we first arrived on the planet of doom days ago. Her name turned out to be Valkyrie, and she'd decided to join our little adventure when she learned the truth of our story. Her relations to Asgard were unmistakable, and she promised to help us stop Hela from taking over te planet in exchange for safe passage.
How Thor managed to track Loki down without being seen in the palace was a mystery to me and Bruce, especially considering his idea of a clever disguise was wearing a ragged towel over his head and tossing me a pair of Tony's old, broken sunglasses. Bruce didn't need a digsuise, because the citizens of Sakaar had never seen him in his human form. This was one less thing to worry about.
We'd had to fight our way through the thickness of the crowd of concerned citizens that had gathered around the downtown square. Moreover, Thor thought I would be the perfect subject to be put on Banner duty, which meant I was the designated person out of the four of us to keep him calm throughout the entire ordeal. If Banner freaked out, there'd be no telling if he could ever come back to his old self. Never before had he stayed green for such a long period of time, and his body was still unstable.
Valkyrie had seen right through our disguise, of course. She'd spotted us as we rode the wave of people back to the palace, and had grabbed us and dragged us into a darkened alley. There, she'd explained who she was, a Valkyrie, one of the ancient warrior women to guide the souls of dead warriors to Valhalla. She'd been on Sakaar for such a long time that she'd long stopped keeping track, and her lack of status with the Grandmaster had forced her to become a scrapper to keep her head above water.
My eyes shifted between Thor and his brother Loki, who sat in the middle of the apartment on the floor. His arms were bound by chains, my name on his lips. He could beg me all he wanted, but I wouldn't be the one to undo the restraints that kept him. I didn't trust him; he was the God of mischief for a reason. That man always had a trick up his sleeve, and right now, we needed him where we could see him.
According to him, the Grandmaster had turned against him after the disappearance of his beloved champion. The old man had blamed Loki for bringing his brother to Sakaar, because it was Thor who had stolen Hulk away from him. The Grandmaster simply couldn't bear the thought of losing the one thing that had already brought him three years worth of entertainment and would undoubtedly lead to many more years of entertainment to come.
