Dear whoever happens to be reading this,

I've never been one to sacrifice a lot. Ever. And the more I think about it, I was a really selfish person. Always and only thinking about me, me, and me. I was never giving back to others.

But I guess things had changed when I found that Tony had been so important in my life. Who would have thought that the dick that used to call me names like 'JC Penny' would come to be one of my closest and most valued friends?

And even when I thought I hated him, I didn't really hate him. I just hated what he had done. I hated that he had to give me up. I hated his selfishness but that was just apart of who he was and I couldn't ever change that.

But in reality it wasn't even Tony that I hated. I hated myself.

Rán was the goddess of the sea. Of course, it wouldn't be until later that I would learn that she had taken control of my body after I had supposedly died when in reality, my alien weapon had someone saved my soul while she danced around in my empty flesh.

Stupid bitch.

She had tricked me, told me that she would make me stronger and more power. Told me that as I lay dying, she could help me. But as I lay dead in the midst of fire and metal, I knew what she knew. I knew that she was not a good goddess. She was evil. had helped Loki. I knew that many people died at her hands. She would drag people to the bottom of the sea.

Her soul was sealed away in Chatnir for a reason. And my hate let her out.

My spite let her out of my little ball and ever since it happened, I was never the same. Sure, parts of me were able to creep out at times but other than that, my life was dreary and dark. She must have just been waiting for the right moment. Just waiting to use my body because she couldn't keep a physical form.

I didn't want to be like that. To have so much hate and spite in me. I wanted to live out a normal life and be happy. I wanted friends. I wanted to be free. But all I saw was the darkness.

For almost six months, I felt as if I were in a haze. This overpowering fog of anger and regret that only seemed to thicken the longer I let those feelings stir inside me, just building up and waiting for release in the shape of some of the most dangerous ways known to our planet.

And it was bad. I hurt a lot of people. I destroyed a lot of homes. I caused chaos and I loved it. Well, Rán loved it.

I would give myself over to her in my multiple moments of weakness, letting her out of her cage and just giving her freedom to run rampant in hopes of relieving the unbelievable pain that I was feeling.

I was just so angry at the world and at myself.

During those lonely months, I let myself begin to slip. It became harder and harder to control Rán and I could tell that she herself was getting stronger, feeding off of the emotions that would eventually lead to the destruction of her cell and permanently allow her to take the wheel.

But then I saw the light.

It came to me in a the form of Chatnír. My little light in the darkness.

And he saved me.

I don't know why he did but there is almost a continuous whispering in the back of my mind that tells me that he did it because he loves me. Chatnír is light and life itself and he never liked serving such a chaotic and dark being like the sea goddess. But still, she was his master and he had to obey as it was written for him to do so.

One moment, there was a searing pain in my chest as I clawed my way back to the surface, having broken out of the prison I had found myself encased in Rán's own glass prison cell. With my little orb's help, it was easy and the sea goddess had been genuinely surprised to see me alive and still so strong without her help.

But as I pulled myself from the very blackest pits inside of my subconscious, I was once again me if only for a moment.

And then, she was gone all together... with a little help of course.

The tight feeling in my chest was gone as it always felt like I was providing air for two people. I could breath again. Her constant presence lingering in the back of my mind had also disappeared. I had room in my body. Her taunting words were gone, the glass prison that once contained her now left completely empty and even when I travel back to that secluded place in my subconscious, I can't help but feel relief at the sight.

And then I woke up, feeling completely refreshed. I was back. All the heaviness in my limbs were gone. No one was pulling on the strings of my mind any longer. I had taken my body back by full force and in return kicked the goddess out.

When I did wake up, I then realized that I wasn't so angry anymore. I could feel the anger almost melt out of me but at the same time, it was like being hit by a ton of bricks and I nearly swallowed my tongue when I heard myself say that I loved Tony Stark. But it was true. He was my best friend and there was nothing that could change that.

Now some people say that love is a funny, weird feeling. And I totally agree. It can sneak up on you. It can be standing right before you and you never realize it. You can just trip and fall into it. It can be painful or it can be the best thing that ever happened to you.

There really is no way of telling how your love will be but I will tell you something that I realized as soon as it dawned on me.

Our love is weird.

"We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love." That was said by Dr. Seuss and look how awesome he turned out to be. But he's right you know.

Tony is weird. I am weird. Life is really weird but life's only worth living if you can find someone weird enough to spend it with. Turn's out that Tony was one of the weirdest people I could find. The Avengers themselves were some of the weirdest people I could find. We were all weird together though.

Our friendship snuck up on me but it was also right before me the entire time, staring me straight in the face. But apparently I'm blind if that clears anything up.

First, you have the person that makes you the happiest person in the world. You're different than they are but they say that opposites attract right? And Thor and I are as different as can be. We're from different realms. He believes in chivalry and old worldly traditions. I believe in swear words and junk food.

Second, I believe that Tony Stark is my soul mate. Not my lover, oh hell no, but my soul mate nonetheless.

We all have that person who's soul is a perfect match to our own and sometimes I even question Steve's just because we get along so well together but anyway, that doesn't matter.

Tony has to be my match. He is my best friend. And sometimes people have a friend who gets you, right? They understand everything you say and you can communicate just by looking at each other. That's how Tony and I work.

We all have friends and then we have a boyfriend or girlfriend. We all have someone who understands us on a different level, sometimes a multitude of them.

And now all I can do is just wait for my Asgardian knight in shinning armor to come riding up to me while I patiently wait beside my soul mate while protecting the Earth as my part time job.

Don't worry, Thor. Tony will take care of me. I can promise you that. And if he doesn't, I can take care of myself. I've done it for almost 6 months without anyone else's help. Well, that's not true.

Maybe a little help.

So, we are now living together again, Tony, Pepper, and I.

Duke is back and surprisingly tolerates Tony but I believe my dog does that for my own sake. Mark 0 is the only Iron Man suit that we have so if the world is in danger, we are screwed if I can't handle the problem on my on. But don't worry, that will soon change.

After the surgery, Tony can play hide and seek again which makes the game a lot easier for him and way harder for me and that pisses me off. We now play it all the time because he always wins and that infuriates me to no end.

Also, both of us are actually sleeping peacefully now. I'm talking about nice full night sleeps.

No nightmares. No flashbacks. No PTSD.

When we don't sleep, Tony and I are up late at night and early into the morning just fixing things. All kinds of things, ranging from computers to restoring old cars to fixing coffee makers. We by junk on Ebay and fix it.

It's actually fun will usually buy two of the items with the same problems and race to see who can diagnose the problems and fix them.

The reunion I had with Steve was also an emotional one. At the time in Australia, I was conscious but I wasn't in control of my own body. And I had said all those horrible things to him. Should I have been in control, I wouldn't have told him any of that, even if it were true. Because, just like Tony, Steve is one of my closest friends.

We've both been there for each other and even before Stark and I were close, Steve had seemed to have taken a shine to me.

Once again, we spend most of our time with each other again despite the fact that he is gone a lot on missions now that he has begun working for S.H.I.E.L.D. again. When he is home though, just down the hall from us, I spend most of my time with him, that is, if Tony isn't hogging me.

But believe me, in the beginning, forgiving Tony was hard. I hated, no, loathed, Tony Stark for the longest of times but now we are living in Stark Tower together, picking out new furniture for our home and deciding what to name his children.

Just kidding. Him and Pepper aren't expecting anything. I hope, anyway.

And I know that what I'm about to say will probably piss you guys off but it really is true to the deepest extent. YOLO. You literally only live once. Unless you have an evil sea goddess living inside of you and have an alien weapon that is somehow able to save your soul when you die but other than that, enjoy life while you can.

Live a little but don't be idiotic. Don't be afraid to love. Don't be afraid to hate. Get into a little trouble but try not to get caught and if you do get caught, it's okay but try a little harder next time.

I am going to live for close to an eternity. You people, sadly, will not. So that is why I am living with my soul mate. Yes, I love Thor. Yes, I love Tony. But the loving is completely different.

Tony himself makes me a good person and makes me feel unbelievable happy and love. Thor completes me in ways that I can't describe in words.

And since the whole incident with Rán, I've come to further understand my feelings for him. I think... I'm in love with him. But this is only about a 56 percent thing so I'm not entirely sure yet.

But anyway, that's not important. What is important is that these are the people that mean something to me.

They are the reason that I am Samantha Greene. They are the reason that I am Storm. They are the reason why I'm me and I feel like I've only just begun to truly discover who and I am and what I'm meant to do. So, we might as well start over right?

Hi, my name is Samantha Greene. I am a 26 year old college graduate who owns both a degree in Physics and Computer Programming despite the fact that I come from a tiny town in Iowa. I have an IQ of 126 and I drive cars in movies for a living. I was completely and utterly normal up until about two years ago when a wonderful accident happened, changing my life forever. I am a human being turned god. I am the guardian and the protect of Earth as assigned to me by another otherworldly god. But most importantly, I am and always will be a hero.

Sincerely,

Samantha Greene

And that is the end of War Machine. The final chapter! It really was a short story but it hopefully helped a few people who had been deprived of Sam. Thanks to all who read the story and reviewed!

You guys were great. I wish we could have gotten a few more reviews but that's alright.

I never had big hopes for this story anyway... This story was more for my benefit.

Stay tuned for Thor 2: The Dark World. Sam will have a large part in that story and hopefully it will be AMAZING. It comes out in November which means that I will have to go see it a few times and then I'll have to find it and get the dialogue down so maybe expect it around Christmas?

Plus November will be very busy. November 22 is Catching Fire. The 23rd is Doctor Who 50th Anniversary. The Sherlock Season 3 premier is the 24th. Thor 2 comes out on the 8th. And not to mention the Hobbit comes out December 13th.

So yeah, it's going to be busy.

Thanks again!

Love,

Blue