The worst kind of dream is a falling dream, because your dream could be totally normal up until that point. Until your dream self has a misstep and suddenly there is a hole under your foot and you are falling with no end in sight. All to wake up in a panic lurching yourself awake, heart beating a hundred miles a minute.
Course that's what's supposed to happen anyways, the waking up part and being safe in bed. After all it was only a dream. What one should really be afraid of is if you don't wake up and continue falling, because you can't.
"Mum! Have you seen my keys?" I've been looking for the damn things for like fifteen minutes and was inwardly cursing myself out for not putting them in the bowl like I should have.
"Are they not in the bowl?" Biting my tongue with a heavy sigh to keep myself from saying something nasty and sarcastic I instead chose the simpler route.
"No, I've been looking round my room though."
"Well why haven't you put them in the bowl?" From where her voice is coming from it sounds like she hasn't gotten up from the couch.
"I don't know! Berating me isn't exactly helping." That time the snark came through, though definitely not as snarky as it could have been.
"Hold on." I didn't even have to wait a minute for her to come walking down the hall holding my keys out as if she were presenting fresh prey.
"How the hell are you so good at that?" I grinned while saying so, earning an eye roll from my momma.
"Because I'm just that awesome, go on you'll be late." Just before running out the door I turn back and she's there for a hug, just like clockwork. "Have fun, text me."
"Course mom, see you later!" Quick jog to my car and I was clattering teeth from the cold, desperately having the windshield defrost as I scraped away the snow and frost. Nothing quite like winter, I thought darkly feeling the wetness seep into my shoes. Just fantastic!
Thankfully the defroster also had the heat going, so it wasn't too long until I started to thaw out the longer I was driving. I suppose I could have worn better shoes than my converse but they completed my artistic shtick I had going on and I wasn't about to break and look like a crazy homeless woman like I normally do every winter.
Besides I'm just going to a Christmas party, the homeless look isn't exactly what I should be going for socially speaking. Course I don't actually like anyone there, but, there will be food. Enough said.
Jesus people are awful when there is snow, did you all get your licenses out of cereal boxes?!
I barely had enough time to inhale for the start of a scream seeing the person in front of me on the bridge just STOP. Problem was, me slamming on my brakes didn't bring me to a stop as well, for I was now skidding on ice in the worst possible place to: over a fucking bridge. Like the dramatic shit I am, I can never do anything by halves as because of this the car was spinning in circles, all before crashing over the side of the bridge. And as cliche as it sounds, my head slammed against the wheel and everything went black.
There are falling dreams, and then there are dreams within a dream. The kind where you must go through many doors, just in order to wake up. So, you'd think that after falling inside my car to the mountains below that if I'd wake up it would be somewhere like a hospital, or a helicopter to get to a hospital.
Not still falling! Oh sure! The car is gone so that is freaking different! The wind whipping around is making it really really difficult to scream at the sheer decibel I wanted to, and that's not for a lack of trying either. What am I even supposed to do?! I don't have a parachute, but apparently with this kind of a death it should be peaceful since the altitude drop would make you pass out long before you hit the ground. This was all in all my thoughts trying to, I dunno make me feel better, appease me about my imminent death or something close to it.
A silver figure shot by much to my absolute confusion. See? You're already seeing things and will soon be passing out. At least that was the train of thought until the figure flew back up and basically snatched me out of the middle of the sky.
"Jarvis what the hell!" I heard a male voice that was almost tinny in sound quality that wasn't lost to the wind. I didn't really care, panic was making me struggle away from the unknown for whatever reason. Sure falling to your death why not go with that over the thing trying to save you…
"Stop moving kid!" Panic won out, when in doubt make it go the fuck away. I am not sure why my instinct was to try and punch the metal face, all I can say is that it made the face curse and a very identifiable feeling unfortunately starting up in my hand and wrist. Blinding white blaring pain, the kind that only came from bone. I really screwed the pooch on this one.
Course the panic didn't just cease. That would just be wishful thinking wouldn't it? The ground was coming at much faster a pace than anyone would like to see, why wasn't he fucking flying! At just the last second he flipped onto his back using himself as a sort of cushion to try and break my fall. Course someone really needed to tell this guy that metal really isn't the softest of landing materials, twice over if the car alarms have anything to show for it. His breaths were wheezing from being inside the suit, while I was left to ragged pained noises that were varied as the pain grew more intense.
"Ah fuck," I heard him say before reaching around me to pull off the metal covering on his face. I didn't care what he looked like, too out of breath and not wanting to move. "God kid, you look like shit." He said this mournfully, well then get your ass off the ground and get me to a fucking hospital! Pained sounds escaped me as I started to drag myself away, I'd fucking crawl to one if I had to.
There was a loud groan and I was being moved over, which absolutely added more pain onto what was being felt, before he stood and machinery was pulling away the metal in a way that was oh so very familiar. I wouldn't be able to not recognize it on sight bar a significant head injury. Him turning round just sealed everything in stone, this was one of the faces of my childhood, my growing up. I saw his face more than any of my extended family, more than some of my immediate family.
Tony Stark, battered and looking right sore, was trying to pick me up and put me into the passenger seat of what could only be a car worth millions. Well, least it was one of the ones not actually broken.
Plus this wasn't just Robert Downey Jr, this face was a decade younger than how he was now by a long shot. I felt myself staring stuck in an internal loop because it just doesn't make sense! How is this happening?! Why is this happening to me?! How about all the others to fill in the how, where, who, what, when, and why's? The Iron Man suit is freakig real! Its right there! Just scattered in pieces on the floor! As much as this couldn't be real there was no pinch test needed, what with the fire racing up my arm providing any dream ending pain needed.
...How the hell did he just pick me up like it was nothing? The driver's door shut with a slam and he with great urgency started to make his way out of the garage and towards the road.
And that's when I saw my reflection in the mirror...
A/N Tried to edit this somewhat but it had to jump to some nitty gritty. Definitely going to be a lot more in depth later onwards thank god for whoever uploads the scripts of these movies to the internet ammiright? Talley ho!