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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I woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of someone scuffling around outside my room. Through the sheer curtains in front of the window that would allow me to see outside, I could see flashing red and blue lights that lit up the motel's parking lot. I heard the static, monotone buzzing of the neon tubes, revving of heavy truck engines and the unmistakable shuffling of footsteps outside my very door.
All the hairs on my body stood up as I watched the doorknob twisting and turning at an agonizingly slow pace with wide, teary eyes. Hushed voices spoke in rapidly angry-sounding Spanish, but I couldn't understand what they were saying to save my life. I barely managed to introduce myself to people, let alone understand native slang.
I looked at the flickering alarm clock next to my bed and saw it was almost 4 am. Nobody decent would be outside someone else's door on a Tuesday that late at night, especially not an anonymous pass through.
Tall shadows moved eerily behind the drapes and reflected onto the yellow carpet beneath. My breath hitched in my throat and I momentarily froze.
I knew I had to pull myself together. The last thing I wanted was to die in a ratty motel room somewhere in South America. I had to act.
I silently jumped off the bed, flinging the covers over to the side in one rapid motion. On my tippy toes, I snuck my way towards my backpack and other belongings, which I grabbed off the side table and chair that stood in the far corner of the room.
I cursed under my breath as my left thigh bumped into one of the table's four corners and I held my breath as I listened at what was going on outside.
I quickly locked myself inside the bathroom and got dressed, repacking my stuff carelessly just to make the process quicker. With my knife unsheathed, I sat in the bathtub, my stuff hidden inside the ceiling panel and my phone recording between a stack of fresh towels.
If I were to die tonight, I at least wanted people to know what happened to me. Spending some time with people who worked at SHIELD taught me plenty of tricks.
But instead of armed men busting in with illegal guns blazing, it stayed silent. It felt like hours, just sitting in the empty tub with my knees pulled up to my chest and tears pricking the corners of my eyes while I anticipated the worst.
The longer the initial blow of the door falling apart failed to come, the better I finally began to feel. After nearly an hour of crouching behind the shower curtain,
. These men were probably junkies, hoping to sneak their way into a place to sleep for the night and by the lack of sound I heard, I figured they'd given up on trying to break into my room and had probably moved on to find someplace else.
