The End Game | MCU FanFiction

Chapter 38

There is a Dutch conversation in this, but the translations will be written like this underneath it, so you don't have to look it up or anything. Enjoy!

~Deborah

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Tony was pushed into yet another dark room, this one slightly bigger. He fell to the ground with a grunt as the door was shut behind him. He felt numb all over. How couldn't I have known?

He felt a smaller hand on his shoulder, and he looked up to see Michelle crouched down next to him. He managed a small smile and was able to push himself up into a sitting position, leaning against a wall.

I hate this, this feeling of weakness...

Well, you are, Stark.

Shut up.

He shook his head to clear his thoughts. It took him a moment to realize Michelle had said something to him, as she looked at him with worry in her blue eyes.

"Sorry, what?" He asked, trying to make his voice a bit lighter but failing miserably. The worried look in Michelle's eyes only increased.

"I asked if you were okay," she repeated. Tony smiled, although it wasn't very believable.

"Always," he answered simply. But his brown eyes never met Michelle's.

"You're a terrible liar," she stated. Tony managed a small chuckle, although it missed its usual warmness.

"Why, thank you." He replied sarcastically. Michelle scoffed and hit him lightly on his shoulder. He was about to say something sassy when Bucky came in sight. Tony visibly stiffened, and Michelle wondered for a brief moment what that meant.

She took a good look at Bucky. He had been taken to a nearby room, and when he'd come back, he had completely ignored her, walking straight past her with an icy look on his face. He had also walked straight again, as if his injuries didn't matter to him anymore.

She was about to comment on it, when the door opened again, Finn stepping in.

"Party pooper," Tony said, purposely loud enough for the bastard to hear. Finn didn't react on it, though, and just kept walking until he was in the center of the room.

"Mr. Stark, I need to tell you something-" Michelle tried, but was cut off by Finn as he started to speak.

"You might be wondering what the fu-"

"-udgecakes," Tony quickly interrupted. Finn turned to him looking, might I say, shooketh. Tony shrugged, explaining; "It's a contest. Don't use swear words,"

Finn shook his head, muttering something under his breath and running a hand down his face. Michelle thought it sounded a lot like 'idiots'. Judging by the smug grin on Tony's face he'd heard it too.

"As I was saying," Finn continued through clenched teeth. "You might be wondering what you're doing here. Well, I'll tell you why." The evil look was back on his face as he looked them all straight in the eye, one by one.

"žilánie,"

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"Alright, we'll see you there," Steve said in the phone, ending the call. He pocketed the phone and walked toward the front of the jet where Clint was steering. "Drop down here,"

Clint glanced at him, looking at the mountain Steve was pointing at.

"You better be right about this," he said as he descended the jet. "Or we'll land a lot sooner than you'd like,"