Iron Man: Resurrection

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Thomas POV

Nothing but the colour white, that's all I can see. The last thing I remember was running through the base with Peter and Jackson to get to the QuinJet.

Now I don't know where I am but it feels like I'm nowhere. All I can see is white. I hear a chuckle from my hind and turn to see my father. He sits on a boulder and looks at me curiously. "Hey kid?" He says and the tone of his voice mellow. He doesn't want to spook me but I'm not spooked just in shock. Where am I? Why is everything white and why does he get a boulder to sit on? "What you doing here," he asks curiously as his eyes sharpen.

"I don't know ," I say honestly . this is all so weird. My feelings are even different here. I would think I would be more shocked to see him, I would be questioning the reality of it all but I somehow know this is all real and all those things that ate on me before I got here didn't matter.

"You're not ready yet," He smiles. "You're not done."

"Not done with what?" I ask.

"You'll see bud," He says. "I'm going to need you go back now," he says as the world around me begins to fade. I can't leave. I don't want to. I want to be here. I don't know why but I want to be here. "Wait!" I scream. "I have questions for you," I shout.

"I know kid," he says and I register a sad look on his face.

And then I see nothing. Probably because I wake up to eyes full of dust particles. A Heavy breath enters my lungs one that I somehow know wasn't there moment's ago. I wipe the dust from my face. My vision goes from nothing to wasteland that used to be the base.

Fear takes over. Everywhere I look there's not a sign of life but in the distance I still hear the sound of guns firing. I hope that ship is firing on somebody and not just for certainty. I can't do this lone survivor shit.

When I can finally see past the shit storm that I see in every direction a sense of relief washes over me.

My relief definitely wasn't caused by the sight of the Wakandan space warship still firing deadly energy projectiles, missiles and bombs but the gamma raged maniac they were shooting at.

Atleast I wasn't alone. Before me I witnessed something like I've never witnessed before. The green beast in a one on one battle with the ship a hundred times his size. He caught the missles and through them back. Some exploded in his hands but he was virtually unscarred. I could tell from what my dad told me from their battles and what I'd seen on the news that this was different. The Hulk glowed green, his eyes carried rage, he was somehow even more powerful. By the looks of it , it was just a matter of time before the hulk destroyed the ship but we didn't have time.

I hear the sound of machine guns going off, a lot of them and I'm hopeful. It could be Fury , Jackson and the others.

My hopes are decimated when I see The QuinJet crashing itself into the largest part of whatever stood left standing of the base. Ultron must have taken control of it and crashed it because it had no weapons. I see the origin of all those machine guns.

They're some sort of battle pods firing over whatever still existed of the base. Ultron must have launched them off that war ship. All his action say the same thing. He wants to make certain we're all dead.

I'm going to die here if I don't protect myself. How? I look over to see the part of the base I slept in still standing but barely as a machine gun from one of those war pods fire on it. Running in there is suicide but not running into it might mean my death too along with the rest of the world.

I don't give myself the time to calculate the risk before I'm sprinting. All I can think about is finding Peter, Jackson and Fury and getting the fuck out of here. I don't get to excited on the fantasy that their all still alive though.