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First time posting anything written in 1st person. If it sucks, feel free to tell me. Also, have not had time to write in a couple years, so I might be a bit rusty. Last thing, I have never written anything this short before, but I wanted to try the whole drabble-ish thing..
One shot...Hope you like it.
Phil is dead and I'm standing here like an ass, wondering what's next. I mean logically I know that next we have to go and figure out where Loki sauntered off to, but... Who is we? And what are we (again who is we?) going to do when we (Seriously who the fuck is we?) get there? I guess we is two people (At least until we find more stragglers along the way) and I am one half and the second half just walked up behind me.
"Look, we," Of course he fucking said we. "We really need to work together Tony, so I want to apologize for earlier when I said..."
"Yes I know you need Iron man and I need to fucking get the suit on, because I'm worthless without it."
"That was not what I meant. I was angry and..."
"Can we just forget it and move on? We have more important issues to focus on, Steve." And so we are a we now and isn't that just peachy, what with this HERO hating me and wishing I was Howard.
The next few hours can be summed up in five words: Battle, Sacrifice, Falling, Hulk, ROAR.
What the fuck was that? Did I die? Is it over? "Please tell me nobody kissed me."
Blah Blah Blah Blah. Why is everyone talking? Don't they get I just fell out of an outer space portal and my head is going to explode from the lack of O2 and the pressure change and...
"Howard would be proud of you Tony. You are a hero." I look at Steve. There are many things I want to say. Screw you Captain! Who gave you the power to decide who is and is not a hero? Or Really? You think so? Or My father was never proud of anyone. Actually, I think I'll just pass out.