Chapter 11

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T'Challa gave the order, and a section of the dome slid open. Outriders poured into the field, charging towards us, bloodthirsty. The armies' shields went down, and we started running. I kept pace with T'Challa and Steve, which probably surprised them. I pushed off the ground, landing on top of an Outrider.

I sank a knife into its head, kicking off and landing on my feet. I magnetically retracted it, then pulled out the pistol. One clawed at me, but I easily dodged it, shooting it in the head. "Hey, Stark, how'd you know about these things anyway?" Wilson asked. "I read about them in a book!" I shouted, stabbing another Outrider.

"Then your books are incorrect! Shouldn't you know that when you pick out a book?" Sam said. "I didn't pick the books!" I flung another knife into an alien's head. "That makes no sense!" Sam gunned down a few approaching aliens. He dropped a few magazines for me, and they landed at my feet, which I quickly snatched up.

 "You're talking to a demigod and fighting an army of extinct creatures while flying around with mechanical wings! Life doesn't make sense!"

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