Chapter 11
33%
POV: Tony Stark/Iron Man
I knew what I was doing when I grabbed that nuke, redirecting it towards the portal.
I knew that I was heading into space, and that my suit was neither airtight, nor did it contain any supply of oxygen-filled air that would be needed if I were to survive in space.
I knew the statistics and the math. I had better chances than what most people believed.
I let go of the missile at the exact moment I would have a 33% chance of survival. I never said they were good chances. Either way, my eyes closed. Fate took over.
I'm going to update this now on every 25th and 4th of every month whenever I get the chance.
