Hi guys, out of nowhere I just got an idea for an Avengers fanfic . . . so I decided to write one? I hope you enjoy!
prologue
it is frequent, the times you have hurt me with your harsh words
and the times when you would turn around without even an apology
but behind you, inside I'm worrying if you might want to leave still.
(so stay. stay with me)
each day, your facade becomes stronger and stronger
I stare at your sleeping form and think, I should let go
after all, you were always meant to leave
but I can't.
so stay with me
always, your screams are what wakes me up every dawn
I get up, sit by your side and shake away the monsters
your words are unequivocal and I don't know what to think when we make conversation
so I just sit there and tell you it's okay. that it's going to be.
you see, the darkness is closing in
and we're weaponless
still, though. I want you to stay with me
years away, we're in a tower and making popcorn with the others
someone throws a piece of half-cooked corn at your face and you stumble, you laugh
later when the movie ends, the end credits rolling and when our popcorn cases lie across the floor forgotten
everyone's asleep but me, hypnotized by the smile on your face
fast go months and it all means little
no one really knows anything now
things are falling
and I'm trying to hold myself together, to not let them worry about me
they think that something's wrong with me, but the point is, they don't know
my existence has always been wrong by itself
denial won't fix that. not now
it's all fading away by itself
and I can't hold on. can't stay
this is a letter from me to you
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She saw him first at a planet with too many stars.
Saw him first, when the oracle extended her hand and showed her the future.
When she saw the beginning and the end of everything, and learned where the dice would fall. Which paths would be forged and which would not be, who she would be remembered as, how some things would remain when at last, even memory would fracture into nothingness.
The world had begun with light. Eventually, darkness would devour.
"Is that how this will end?"
She turned and scattered each image to a different star.
"I'm afraid so," said the oracle. Her hand paused, distractedly trailing across the rough edges of metal that lay aside them in entirely arbitrary directions. "You can't save everyone. But maybe you can save yourself."
"That's not how it works," she said. Bitterness lined her voice, and she didn't try to hide it. "I'm the ultimate hero. I'm supposed to heroically sacrifice myself and save everyone."
"You'll find that power and morality are not always on the same side of the scale." The oracle's voice had a dry edge to it. She couldn't help but laugh.
"No. No, they aren't."
(And I'm the perfect example of it.)
There was a silence. "Is that your choice?"
She hesitated. "There is no choice."
"That's true," said the oracle, softly. She paused. "Know I appreciate everything you've done."
"You're drowning me in praise and sentimentality," she drawled. Hid away her fears, chased away the darkness that so often chose to prowl in the corners of her head. "Are we done now?"
"Just one more thing," said the oracle. "As you know, I'm not just here to establish our deal."
The oracle flicked her hand. She blinked. "What-"
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