The Escape

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That night, everything was ready. Stark was going to test the suit to see if it worked. He put on a leather jacket and gloves. We then began to place the suit together. I lifted the heavy metal pieces, while Yinsen made sure the pieces connected.

"Can you move?" I asked, after placing the front body piece in place.

He nodded.

He then began to repeat the way out of the caves.

"41 steps straight ahead," he spoke. "16 steps, from the door, fork right."

Yinsen was bolting the pieces together and made sure it was easy to move in.

"33 steps, turn right."

A few minutes later, the sliding door opened, and one of the men began to call our names.

"Say something," Stark told Yinsen, for he was the only one who could communicate with them.

"He's speaking Hungarian," Yinsen told, frantic.

I spoke a few words that I learned from them, telling them that we were here.

"I picked up a few words," I explained.

The men didn't go away, so they opened the doors. Unfortunately for them, we had attached a makeshift bomb to the doors, and it exploded. We ducked out of the way to avoid getting hit.

"How'd that work?" Stark asked us.

I looked at the entrance, and I was impressed.

"It worked all right," Yinsen replied.

"That's what I do."

As Yinsen finished, I went to initialize the power sequence. When I got to the computer, a fuzzy feeling appeared. This time, I was going to see what would happen soon.

Still getting used to that particular power, I slowly got to my knees. Noticing this, Yinsen came to my side, but I couldn't hear him. As Stark told him what to do, the images appeared in my head.

Men running through the tunnels. Gunfire. Sprouts of fire. Yinsen laying dead.

When it subsided, I sprang to my feet and helped finish the suit.

"What happened?" Stark asked.

"We need to hurry," I told, using telekinesis on the hex bolts. "They're coming."

As we worked faster, we heard shouting, which was coming closer.

"Make sure the checkpoints are clear before following me out," Stark told us.

"We need more time," Yinsen spoke, looking at the bar on the computer.

We looked at him.

"I'll distract them," I spoke. "You finish here."

"No," Yinsen stopped me. "I'll go buy you some time."

"Stick to the plan," Stark ordered.

Before I could stop him, Yinsen ran out of the cave, picking up a gun on his way.

"Yinsen!" We shouted.

As the shouting and shooting grew distant, I wrung my hands, in nervousness.

"We need to hurry," I said, panic clear in my tone.

"Don't worry," Stark tried to assure me. "We'll get out of here. All of us."

"No," I shook my head, fighting the urge to cry.

The bar began to load a bit faster than before.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

I could tell he was worried, because I have never acted like this.

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