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“Thanks, Willow,” she added softly. “For... offering. For being here. It’s more than I can say for most.”
đź“ŤLocation: Abandoned Warehouse, New York City, Night
TW: Mention of blood and injuries
The sound of her boots echoed against the cold, cracked concrete floor as Serena limped into the dimly lit warehouse. Her breathing was shallow, each step sending a jolt of pain through her side where a deep gash had torn through her armor. Blood stained her clothes, dark red against the silver and black fabric, but it wasn’t the physical pain that troubled her the most—it was the feeling of weakness, the feeling of being vulnerable in a world that demanded strength.
Her vision blurred slightly as she scanned the room, looking for a place to collapse. The silence was almost deafening after the chaos of the fight she'd just barely escaped. She reached up, gripping the edge of a metal crate for support, feeling her knees tremble. Her hand was slick with blood from the wound on her side, but she didn't have time to worry about it.
The pain in her body and the sharp edge of panic in her chest felt familiar, but no less terrifying. She had faced monsters, aliens, and gods, but right now, the darkness and the blood were the only things that mattered.
She staggered forward, each step slower than the last, until she hit the ground with a thud. Her vision swam as her mind tried to fight off the exhaustion, but it was no use. The cold concrete against her skin felt like the only thing holding her together. She could barely make out the outline of the door at the far end of the warehouse.
"Y/n?" Her voice was hoarse, barely a whisper, but she called out anyway.
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"I’m good," Serena muttered, trying to steady herself as she took another shaky step forward. "I’m not that bad off. I can... keep going."
đź“ŤLocation: Abandoned Warehouse, New York City, Night
TW: Mention of blood and injuries
The sound of her boots echoed against the cold, cracked concrete floor as Serena limped into the dimly lit warehouse. Her breathing was shallow, each step sending a jolt of pain through her side where a deep gash had torn through her armor. Blood stained her clothes, dark red against the silver and black fabric, but it wasn’t the physical pain that troubled her the most—it was the feeling of weakness, the feeling of being vulnerable in a world that demanded strength.
Her vision blurred slightly as she scanned the room, looking for a place to collapse. The silence was almost deafening after the chaos of the fight she'd just barely escaped. She reached up, gripping the edge of a metal crate for support, feeling her knees tremble. Her hand was slick with blood from the wound on her side, but she didn't have time to worry about it.
The pain in her body and the sharp edge of panic in her chest felt familiar, but no less terrifying. She had faced monsters, aliens, and gods, but right now, the darkness and the blood were the only things that mattered.
She staggered forward, each step slower than the last, until she hit the ground with a thud. Her vision swam as her mind tried to fight off the exhaustion, but it was no use. The cold concrete against her skin felt like the only thing holding her together. She could barely make out the outline of the door at the far end of the warehouse.
"Y/n?" Her voice was hoarse, barely a whisper, but she called out anyway.
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“I’ll keep that in mind,” she said quietly, her voice more stable than before. It wasn’t just the physical wound that needed healing, but the cracks in her own heart, and for the first time in a long while, Serena felt a small flicker of hope.
đź“ŤLocation: Abandoned Warehouse, New York City, Night
TW: Mention of blood and injuries
The sound of her boots echoed against the cold, cracked concrete floor as Serena limped into the dimly lit warehouse. Her breathing was shallow, each step sending a jolt of pain through her side where a deep gash had torn through her armor. Blood stained her clothes, dark red against the silver and black fabric, but it wasn’t the physical pain that troubled her the most—it was the feeling of weakness, the feeling of being vulnerable in a world that demanded strength.
Her vision blurred slightly as she scanned the room, looking for a place to collapse. The silence was almost deafening after the chaos of the fight she'd just barely escaped. She reached up, gripping the edge of a metal crate for support, feeling her knees tremble. Her hand was slick with blood from the wound on her side, but she didn't have time to worry about it.
The pain in her body and the sharp edge of panic in her chest felt familiar, but no less terrifying. She had faced monsters, aliens, and gods, but right now, the darkness and the blood were the only things that mattered.
She staggered forward, each step slower than the last, until she hit the ground with a thud. Her vision swam as her mind tried to fight off the exhaustion, but it was no use. The cold concrete against her skin felt like the only thing holding her together. She could barely make out the outline of the door at the far end of the warehouse.
"Y/n?" Her voice was hoarse, barely a whisper, but she called out anyway.
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Serena’s eyelids fluttered as she heard Deadpool’s voice, though everything around her felt distant and muffled. She managed to shift her head slightly to meet his gaze, her voice barely a whisper. "Alive... for now," she croaked, her hand still gripping her side, though it felt like it was getting harder to hold on.
đź“ŤLocation: Abandoned Warehouse, New York City, Night
TW: Mention of blood and injuries
The sound of her boots echoed against the cold, cracked concrete floor as Serena limped into the dimly lit warehouse. Her breathing was shallow, each step sending a jolt of pain through her side where a deep gash had torn through her armor. Blood stained her clothes, dark red against the silver and black fabric, but it wasn’t the physical pain that troubled her the most—it was the feeling of weakness, the feeling of being vulnerable in a world that demanded strength.
Her vision blurred slightly as she scanned the room, looking for a place to collapse. The silence was almost deafening after the chaos of the fight she'd just barely escaped. She reached up, gripping the edge of a metal crate for support, feeling her knees tremble. Her hand was slick with blood from the wound on her side, but she didn't have time to worry about it.
The pain in her body and the sharp edge of panic in her chest felt familiar, but no less terrifying. She had faced monsters, aliens, and gods, but right now, the darkness and the blood were the only things that mattered.
She staggered forward, each step slower than the last, until she hit the ground with a thud. Her vision swam as her mind tried to fight off the exhaustion, but it was no use. The cold concrete against her skin felt like the only thing holding her together. She could barely make out the outline of the door at the far end of the warehouse.
"Y/n?" Her voice was hoarse, barely a whisper, but she called out anyway.
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The cold hit Serena like a wave, sharp and biting against her exposed skin, but it was almost a relief after the suffocating heat of the warehouse. "I’ll make it. Just… don’t let me pass out on you."
đź“ŤLocation: Abandoned Warehouse, New York City, Night
TW: Mention of blood and injuries
The sound of her boots echoed against the cold, cracked concrete floor as Serena limped into the dimly lit warehouse. Her breathing was shallow, each step sending a jolt of pain through her side where a deep gash had torn through her armor. Blood stained her clothes, dark red against the silver and black fabric, but it wasn’t the physical pain that troubled her the most—it was the feeling of weakness, the feeling of being vulnerable in a world that demanded strength.
Her vision blurred slightly as she scanned the room, looking for a place to collapse. The silence was almost deafening after the chaos of the fight she'd just barely escaped. She reached up, gripping the edge of a metal crate for support, feeling her knees tremble. Her hand was slick with blood from the wound on her side, but she didn't have time to worry about it.
The pain in her body and the sharp edge of panic in her chest felt familiar, but no less terrifying. She had faced monsters, aliens, and gods, but right now, the darkness and the blood were the only things that mattered.
She staggered forward, each step slower than the last, until she hit the ground with a thud. Her vision swam as her mind tried to fight off the exhaustion, but it was no use. The cold concrete against her skin felt like the only thing holding her together. She could barely make out the outline of the door at the far end of the warehouse.
"Y/n?" Her voice was hoarse, barely a whisper, but she called out anyway.
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“I—” Serena started, her voice breaking slightly as she hesitated. “You’re right. I’ve been so focused on doing everything on my own, but... maybe I don’t have to.”
She swallowed hard, looking away for a moment, struggling with the admission. “I’ve got a lot of things I’m not dealing with, Willow. I’m not sure how I’m supposed to... let anyone in with all of that. But... if you're offering, I could use the help.”
đź“ŤLocation: Abandoned Warehouse, New York City, Night
TW: Mention of blood and injuries
The sound of her boots echoed against the cold, cracked concrete floor as Serena limped into the dimly lit warehouse. Her breathing was shallow, each step sending a jolt of pain through her side where a deep gash had torn through her armor. Blood stained her clothes, dark red against the silver and black fabric, but it wasn’t the physical pain that troubled her the most—it was the feeling of weakness, the feeling of being vulnerable in a world that demanded strength.
Her vision blurred slightly as she scanned the room, looking for a place to collapse. The silence was almost deafening after the chaos of the fight she'd just barely escaped. She reached up, gripping the edge of a metal crate for support, feeling her knees tremble. Her hand was slick with blood from the wound on her side, but she didn't have time to worry about it.
The pain in her body and the sharp edge of panic in her chest felt familiar, but no less terrifying. She had faced monsters, aliens, and gods, but right now, the darkness and the blood were the only things that mattered.
She staggered forward, each step slower than the last, until she hit the ground with a thud. Her vision swam as her mind tried to fight off the exhaustion, but it was no use. The cold concrete against her skin felt like the only thing holding her together. She could barely make out the outline of the door at the far end of the warehouse.
"Y/n?" Her voice was hoarse, barely a whisper, but she called out anyway.
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That’s… actually pretty cool. Leave it to my dad to make something practical while looking like it’s out of a fancy tech catalog.
Glad it works, though. Must make life a bit easier for you.
Well, what do we have here, an infringe the copyright of the red menace, grumble bee!
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*sarcastic* And a mini Stark! How lovely!
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Well, I am a Stark, after all. We don’t just come with a bad attitude, we perfect it.
Well, what do we have here, an infringe the copyright of the red menace, grumble bee!
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*sarcastic* And a mini Stark! How lovely!
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Oh, I didn’t come to you with a bad mood, I just came to point out the obvious—your bitterness is like an art form.
Well, what do we have here, an infringe the copyright of the red menace, grumble bee!
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*sarcastic* And a mini Stark! How lovely!
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Her throat tightened, and for a moment, she couldn’t speak. The fear of what they might want from her, what they might do, was like a knot in her stomach.
“I don’t know if they were after me, or him, or both of us," she continued, her hands trembling slightly. "But they knew too much. It felt... personal.”
She glanced up at Willow, the vulnerability in her gaze unmistakable. “I don’t know if they’re connected to something bigger, but it’s the first time in a while that I’ve felt... out of control.”
đź“ŤLocation: Abandoned Warehouse, New York City, Night
TW: Mention of blood and injuries
The sound of her boots echoed against the cold, cracked concrete floor as Serena limped into the dimly lit warehouse. Her breathing was shallow, each step sending a jolt of pain through her side where a deep gash had torn through her armor. Blood stained her clothes, dark red against the silver and black fabric, but it wasn’t the physical pain that troubled her the most—it was the feeling of weakness, the feeling of being vulnerable in a world that demanded strength.
Her vision blurred slightly as she scanned the room, looking for a place to collapse. The silence was almost deafening after the chaos of the fight she'd just barely escaped. She reached up, gripping the edge of a metal crate for support, feeling her knees tremble. Her hand was slick with blood from the wound on her side, but she didn't have time to worry about it.
The pain in her body and the sharp edge of panic in her chest felt familiar, but no less terrifying. She had faced monsters, aliens, and gods, but right now, the darkness and the blood were the only things that mattered.
She staggered forward, each step slower than the last, until she hit the ground with a thud. Her vision swam as her mind tried to fight off the exhaustion, but it was no use. The cold concrete against her skin felt like the only thing holding her together. She could barely make out the outline of the door at the far end of the warehouse.
"Y/n?" Her voice was hoarse, barely a whisper, but she called out anyway.
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But can I still call you 'Ben'?
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Oh, look who’s talking, the walking stormcloud with a bad attitude. You’re lucky I don’t zap you with some Stark genius to knock that bitterness out of you.
Well, what do we have here, an infringe the copyright of the red menace, grumble bee!
@serenastark-official
*sarcastic* And a mini Stark! How lovely!
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Peter 'Benjamin' Parker!
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Serena rolled her eyes, despite the dizziness creeping in. "Really? Jarvis? Is he on vacation, Wade?" She let out a strained chuckle, her grip still tight on her side as she tried to keep the bleeding under control. "You’d think the billionaire geniuswould keep some bandages around for emergencies, but no, of course, you get stuck with Deadpool."
Serena let out a weak groan from where she lay on the table, feeling a mix of exasperation and amusement. "It's Friday, Wade," she called out, her voice tinged with the exhaustion of everything she'd just gone through. "Not Wednesday. If you can't even remember the day of the week, I’m starting to wonder how you ever remember how to save people."
She let out a breath, trying to push through the haze in her mind. "Carlos, help him out," she called, tapping the side of her bracelet. A moment later, the cool, calm voice of her AI assistant answered.
"Yes, Miss Stark. How may I assist you?"
đź“ŤLocation: Abandoned Warehouse, New York City, Night
TW: Mention of blood and injuries
The sound of her boots echoed against the cold, cracked concrete floor as Serena limped into the dimly lit warehouse. Her breathing was shallow, each step sending a jolt of pain through her side where a deep gash had torn through her armor. Blood stained her clothes, dark red against the silver and black fabric, but it wasn’t the physical pain that troubled her the most—it was the feeling of weakness, the feeling of being vulnerable in a world that demanded strength.
Her vision blurred slightly as she scanned the room, looking for a place to collapse. The silence was almost deafening after the chaos of the fight she'd just barely escaped. She reached up, gripping the edge of a metal crate for support, feeling her knees tremble. Her hand was slick with blood from the wound on her side, but she didn't have time to worry about it.
The pain in her body and the sharp edge of panic in her chest felt familiar, but no less terrifying. She had faced monsters, aliens, and gods, but right now, the darkness and the blood were the only things that mattered.
She staggered forward, each step slower than the last, until she hit the ground with a thud. Her vision swam as her mind tried to fight off the exhaustion, but it was no use. The cold concrete against her skin felt like the only thing holding her together. She could barely make out the outline of the door at the far end of the warehouse.
"Y/n?" Her voice was hoarse, barely a whisper, but she called out anyway.
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I know you are 'xajeingg king and type' but if this goes this way I'm not gonna be able to understand, ben
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No texting while swinging!
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is it Philippines or Filipines?
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