Hell

I’ve been through hell. Literally. Well, okay, not literally, but metaphorically. Kidnapped by terrorists and held to ransom, stranded in the desert, betrayed by my own best-friend-slash-father-figure. Locked in a flight of vengeance against a jealous, mourning Russian guy; almost bested by Justin freaking Hammer. Fought with a god, defeated another, antagonised the Hulk for shits and giggles, fell through a portal into space. Oh, and let’s not forget the shrapnel with a one-way ticket towards my heart.

But this? This is worse.


Set pre-Iron Man 3. Written for this, with a prompt of clothes shopping. I deviated a bit, but the sentiment remains the same.