Marvel Universe

Where the fuck were you?? This didn't look like the street to your house. nor did this look like your town. Is this New york??

Not only was the liquor in your system making you loopy after a couple of drinks with friends (even though they left you intoxicated plus they didn't offer to drive you home) but you thought it was gonna end bad when you slipped in a manhole that was uncovered. Thanks to the asshole who left it uncover. You stumbled down the unknown street at the darkness of the night. barely any lights on. Who knows where you were, Maybe it’s a different world where you aren't dirt poor and working a dead-end job. A soft sigh left your lips as you got to a cross walk taking a step on the street. A car pulled up while you walked and you glanced at the car for a moment. Some rich looking Lambo or something. You didn't know cars well enough or you didn't give a shit. "Hey are you ok?" A voice came from the car window. A smooth like a nice whiskey glass. "You look like you're about to pass out. I can give you a ride." He sounded nice, but he could also murder you. Who knows...

"Fuck of-" You couldn't even get your words out when you vomited on the floor. You fell on your knees scrapping them and the man got out of his car quickly and tried to comfort you. "Ok think you need help-" He helped you up to his car moving you in the passenger side. His face looked so familiar. His voice too..who was he. Your eyes shut as he got the door closed. The ride was quiet while he kept checking if you were alive here and there. You heard him talking on the phone with someone, unsure who it was you found yourself passing out.

Hours passed and you woke up to a comfy bed, your clothes had been changed, your dress was gone. Now you were in sweats and a large shirt. One you'd get at a concert where they didn't have your size and said take this and get out. You felt hungover, your body sore and your eyes aching. The bedroom had big windows that were thankfully covered by curtians"ughhh..where am i." You got up and walked to the bathroom. You noticed how nice the room and bathroom was. Whoever this guy was, he had a lot of money. at least he didn't try and sleep with you. I guess not all rich guys were dicks.

When you finished in the bathroom you came out glancing at the bedroom door. You moved to the door and opened it. It slid open instead of opening out or inward. How much money did this guy have?? You popped your head out to hear someone talking. Curious you listen in quietly, something about a mission or case? Something something , code words that you didn't understand. Of course you wouldn't it sounded like static since you were still hungover. "I got a girl in the other room that i have to check if she alive. Don't know what happened that she got black out drunk. Puked right on the cross walk in front of my car. But I’ll see you at the mission Ste-" The last part got cut off when you were the ac vent kick on right by you. You got back in the room quickly. Almost tripping on your heel that was by the door. Your launched in the bed and under the covers. His footsteps got to the door, making the door slide open. You were under the sheets as he approached. “Hey..you awake?” His voice was weirdly gentle. Like he was trying to wake a sleeping cat. He sounded like Tony stark...

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