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They look like trash. "Look at the bed, Selene," he says. His voice is deep like thunder. I look back. The bed sheets have a red spot on them. My heart goes so fast. "I am taking your big white shirt," I say. I pull the shirt tight around my body. It covers my legs down to my knees. "Goodbye!" "Do not leave," he says. But I run fast. I do not look back. LUCIAN POV "Get up here right now, Raze Blackclaw," I talk into my phone. I am mad.

called comic books Oh, how cool they looked so unique and twisted weird and one-track-minded | But now they’ve hit the jackpot they’re on the silver screen they’re larger than life I don’t know why they’re smaller than they seemed I’m not just talking about Antman but animal and color-themed and everyone else in between | [Chorus] MCU Mom Sees You She has full control of the content Oh, you think you’re so independent You think you died and to heaven you went There’s so many titles to rent But the truth is MCU Mom Sees You She has the whole world on a filter Everyone looks like a model Down to the last strand of Dr. Strange’s hair Everything’s in pop-pop-poppy color Deadpool’s just a misdeme

“ Want some? You're going to need it.” “No thanks. I'm not a drinker.” I declined. I didn't want to be here. I scanned the area for some way of escape. “It's no use you know.” Tony said. I glanced at him. “All the doors are guarded by big guys the size of Bruce Banner. You wouldn't make it two steps. Believe me” —he ran a loose hand through his hair and I saw a glimpse of a scar around his elbow—”I tried.” “You're paying off a debt too?” I asked, besides myself.

"Are you here to kill me?" "No." I felt marginally relieved. "You lied about being able to come inside. How do I know you're not lying about this?" The sound of splintering hinges caused me to leap back before the pieces settled. I had moved so fast that I couldn't recollect commanding my body into action. Tony strolled into the room looking sharp in a black leather coat, black pants, and another black silk shirt. He was wearing a Rolex on his left wrist. Yum! He looked good enough to eat. But wait, he's here to kill me. Focus!

They 'Monetized' our 'Universe' to 'Balance' the 'Ledger' of the 'Infinite'. Dominic Thorne stepped to her side, his "Ice-King" presence a "Dark-Vortex" in the white. He wasn't wearing his charcoal suit anymore; he was clothed in "Resonance-Armor" of "Vantablack-Indigo," his "Somatic-Grafts" pulsing with a "Nuclear-Authority." He looked at the "Grid," his "Ice-Blue" eyes "Locking" onto the "Source-Code" of the $1,000,000 contract.

Sarah grabbed a spare basket by an eating booth "Alright, let's go." We first walked by the clothing department. Sarah pushed the basket slowly as she scanned the section. "We-you should get him a t-shirt." "Okay, I think it should be a graphi-" My eyes landed on a Captain America T-shirt. "Yes, this is perfect! I remember him telling me he loved Marvel." "Yes, but all of the Marvel characters?" I nodded "Yeah, he said all of Marvel. So this would be great." Sarah smiled "Sick. Now, I think you should get the extra large."

he says confidently. To my confusion, Thanos steps forward, his hair slicked back with gel and his beard styled to perfection. He’s wearing a black satin blazer, with gold sequins decorating the left-hand side of the jacket that makes it appear as though gold coral is creeping across the fabric. Underneath he’s wearing a black buttoned-up shirt with a gold strip down the button lining of the shirt and has paired it with black slacks with a gold strip down the outer seam of the pants along with gold leather oxfords.

She has no idea I've been using it for something else entirely. Something that might save my life. I've been researching Tony Stark whenever Alex and Sarah leave the house. At first, I was terrified I'd find nothing, that Sarah was right about him being just a fantasy my damaged brain created. But he's real. Anthony Edward Stark, billionaire businessman, owner of Stark Industries. He exists. The photos online don't look exactly like the man from my dreams, but close enough to make my heart race. Same dark hair, same intelligent eyes, same confident smile. Either my subconscious picked up on his image somewhere, or the dreams were real somehow.

Every sense I have attunes to Dante, the rasp of his breathing and the tremble of his hand in mine. “This is why I wear black,” he says. I force myself to smile through my tears. “Why?” “So no one can see the blo—” He coughs as Tony leans on his chest. “What are you doing?” I yell at Tony. “Get off!” “You want him dead?” There’s no humor in Tony’s face. “I’ll get off if you want him dead.”