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duhragonball · 5 years ago

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Dragon Ball Z 265

Last time, Majin Buu got his ass kicked by Gohan, so he blew himself up and came back an hour later.... to challenge Gotenks instead. No one knows why he would want to do this, but Goten and Trunks insist on taking him on, and Gohan doesn’t seem very firm about stopping them.

Meanwhile, some flesh off of Buu’s back has sloughed off and is slithering around among all the rocks, but that probably doesn’t mean anything...

So there’s a few things at play here. First of all, no one gives Buu any credit for intelligence. He’s demonstrated on more than one occasion that he’s smarter than he lets on. The problem is that the characters who know that aren’t around to warn the boys. Babidi got killed, and Goku’s stuck in Otherworld. The Supreme Kai’s been warning anyone who will listen not to underestimate Buu, but no one’s ever listened to him on this point.

Of course, Goten and Trunks’ immaturity plays into this as well. They take Buu’s challenge at face value, and wonder why he’d ask for something so stupid. It never occurs to them that maybe he’s asking to fight Gotenks precisely because it isn’t stupid at all, so maybe they shouldn’t play into his hands like this.

What’s really dumb about this is that Buu made it pretty clear in the last episode that he was never in any real danger of losing his last battle with Gotenks. He only kept fighting so he’d have something to do while he waited for Gohan to show up. Gotenks knows this, but he doesn’t seem to care.

Finally, and most crucially, why is Gohan just standing around letting this unfold. He knows it’s risky to let Gotenks fight instead, but when they complain, he just yields the floor and lets them fight in his place. What was the point of getting that power up from the Old Kai if he wasn’t going to deal with Buu himself? Why isn’t he attacking Buu right now, instead of standing there like a dope waiting for Buu to make his move?

It’s inexperience, pure and simple. Gohan dominated Buu in their last encounter, and he probably figures that there’s no harm in letting Gotenks go first. If the kid loses, Gohan can step in to help, right?

I’d ask why Piccolo doesn’t object to any of this, but he had a nervous breakdown three or four episodes ago, so who can blame the guy? The only one who does suspect something’s up is Bee. I guess he can smell deception in the air? Anyway, no one listens to him because he’s a dog.

So he has to run towards the fight and show them what he’s seen, but by then it’s too late.

Suddenly, the pieces of Buu’s body jump on Piccolo and Gotenks and envelop them...

Then they recombine with Buu, apparently infusing Piccolo and Gotenks into his body somehow.

Look, I don’t want to be too hard on Gohan, but this is EXACTLY HOW CELL TRICKED HIM SEVEN YEARS AGO. Gohan was stronger than Cell, and he could beat him senseless without even trying, and then Cell revealed that he had a power Gohan couldn’t stop with punching. Yeah, Gohan had no idea he could do this, but why did he let Buu live long enough to demonstrate this kind of ability. In theory, he has the power to kill Buu with a single Kamehameha. If he doesn’t, then there was no point in sending him down here, but if he does, then he should have just done that two episodes back.

Incidentally, why didn’t the Supreme Kai tell anyone about this? We haven’t gotten to that episode yet, but later, he’ll explain how he’s seen Buu absorb people before, so it seems kind of odd that he didn’t anticipate this, or warn Gohan about it.

When the process is complete, Buu has Gotenks’s Fusion vest, a longer tentacle, and a nose. Also, he talks more eloquently. This form is sometimes referred to as “Super Buu 2″. I think I’ve seen “Buutenks” used before, but that sounds kind of dumb.

Buu declares himself to be the “Mightiest Majin”, which is a line I’ve never understood. Throughout this story, characters have referred to him as a “Majin”, as if he were one of a group of other Majin, and I’m pretty sure it’s just a word Toriyama made up for this story. It’s supposed to be a portmanteau of “ma”, the Japanese word for “evil” and “djinn”, or “genie”. Are there other Majins? Does Buu know of any besides himself? Wasn’t he already stronger than any of them to begin with?

Anyway, this whole development reveals a crucial flaw in any anti-Buu strategy. As powerful as Majin Buu is, it’s not enough to just match him in strength. If he runs into anyone strong enough to defeat him, he’ll just absorb that guy, or however many other guys he need to in order to stay on top. It almost feels like this is some overriding aspect of Buu’s nature, like Bibidi programmed this into him.

So why didn’t Buu just absorb Gohan, since he’s the strongest one. Ah, but Buu wanted to have someone to fight once he increased his power. There’s an element of risk to this plan, because Buu’s power-up is mostly contributed by Gotenks, and the fusion will expire soon. That’s why Buu waited an hour before coming back to pull this stunt. He didn’t want to absorb Gotenks back in Episode 262, because he didn’t know how much longer they would last. This way, he got them right after they fused, so he has the full time at his disposal, however short it is.

Even so, he has to beat Gohan before that time runs out. It probably would have been smarter to just absorb Gohan, but Buu loves a good fight too much to pass this up. Besides, he can always absorb Gohan later.

Seriously, why did anyone think Toriyama was going to make Gohan the main character? More to the point, why did anyone want Gohan to become the main character?

Let me back up and explain that for anyone who didn’t know about the story. Years ago, there was this legend that Toriyama planned to make Gohan the protagonist of the Buu arc, but fans in Japan sent him death threats or something, demanding that he bring Goku back, so he changed the ending. Kanzenshuu.com has a pretty thorough article debunking this rumor, but the quick version is that Toriyama did plan on Gohan taking the lead, then changed his mind at some point, because he felt Gohan wasn’t suited for the role.

I’m pretty sure the rumor only got started because of wishful thinking and changed premises. There was a time, however brief, where Toriyama made it clear that he was making Gohan inherit the role from Goku. And then Goku came back anyway. The simplest explanation is that he changed his mind, but I think fans have trouble accepting the possibility of authors calling an audible in the middle of a story. They like to imagine that the story exists fully-formed in the creator’s mind, and any inconsistencies or changes are due to outside influences. When Gohan got sidelined from the Buu Saga, it was easier for fans to believe that there was some sort of conspiracy at work. Either Toriyama’s editor made him change it, or Toei pressured him to bring the more marketable Goku back, or misguided Japanese fans coerced him into rewriting the story.

My take on this is that the situation looks pretty obvious when you watch the show. Maybe I shouldn’t say “obvious”, because when I first watched the Buu Saga, I kept obsessively checking Funimation.com’s episode list to see what would happen in upcoming installments, and I knew that Goku and Vegeta would somehow return, use fusion, and fight Buu themselves. And that was the main event, as far as I was concerned. For my money, the whole point of this fusion business was to see Goku and Vegeta use it, so what do we need Gohan for?

But besides that, what exactly is the alternate scenario here if Gohan remained the protagonist? Presumably, we’d get this far, I would think. Gohan is too much for Super Buu, so he absorbs Piccolo and Gotenks to give our hero a greater challenge. And it’s not an impossible task. If Gohan can hold out until Gotenks’ fusion expires, he’ll have the advantage again.

But then what? Do Goku and Vegeta come back to help him anyway? Does Gohan journey into Buu’s body to rescue his pals, or does he just kill Super Buu and wait four months on an empty planet to wish everyone back to life? Does Kid Buu ever factor into any of this?

These aren’t insignificant questions. I get the impression that anyone who believes that Toriyama changed the story because of fan pressure or editorial pressure or whatever, they believe this because they’re huge Gohan fans who resent him getting a raw deal. Or they just don’t care for the Buu Saga in general, and they like the idea that there’s a better version floating around in Toriyama’s brain, or maybe even scribbled into a notebook. Basically, they’re just rejecting this story, the one we got, and they’re clinging to a potentially better story that probably doesn’t exist.

But I think that’s unfair. It’s easy to say that an imaginary comic is better than the one that saw print. It’s completely safe from criticism, because no one can read it, and no one can say for certain what is and isn’t in it. So my question to the Gohan-truthers is: What was supposed to have happened instead? How does Gohan being in the lead and beating Buu improve anything? Because the way I see it, the story we got kicks ass.

This part of it? Not so much. This is just Super Buu dominating Gohan for three episodes. That wouldn’t be such a bad thing, except that we’ve been getting a steady diet of Majin Buu steamrolling everyone this whole time. Hell, this isn’t even the first time he’s beaten Gohan. It’s just taking a little longer tis time, that’s all.

What does work is that this new development only adds to the burden on Goku’s conscience. He was the one who insisted on staying dead, that he was the one putting the Earth in harm’s way, and that Gohan could protect the world better than he ever could. He was the one who taught the boys the fusion technique, and assured his wife that they would be more than powerful enough to stop Buu and save the world. And none of it is working.

For me, that’s the most compelling thing about this leg of the story. There was a period where, yeah, it looked like Goku was going to stay dead, by choice, and for keeps this time. And everyone was comfortable that he was making the right decision. But this arc is revealing that Goku was wrong. He never should have left, and the world now suffers for his mistake.

That’s a sort of pathos that Gohan just can’t grasp. He’s a good character and maybe you could make him the protagonist of some other story, but he’ll never be quite as compelling as his father. These are fictional characters, after all. Gohan can’t just inherit his father’s qualifications as a heroic archetype. Goku’s an alien refugee who grew up in the woods. He’s an outsider to everyone, and somehow he keeps making miracles happen. He has friends and family, but he never quite feels like he belongs. He has a restlessness to him, and a profound modesty. That’s why he was so sure that staying dead and trusting his sons to carry on in his stead was the right call. He just blithely assumed others could do the things he did. But he’s lightning in a bottle. The Legendary Super Saiyan. Others can learn to imitate his powers, or even surpass him in strength, but that still doesn’t change the fact that there’s something special about him.

Let me blow your mind with a crackpot theory of my own. I think Toriyama changed his mind about making Gohan the main character pretty early on. A lot earlier than people may think. Goku died in Episode 188, but he continued to appear in the show all the way up to Episode 199. And then... he returned in Episode 205, to tell Gohan that he would return to Earth for the tournament. From there on, the whole story revolved around Goku. Everyone wanted to see Goku again, and even though Gohan was still in the lead role for a few more episodes, all he was interested in was hanging out with his dad.

To put this in terms of the manga, Gohan’s first chapter as the main character was #421, published on May 11, 1993. The chapter where Goku announced his return was #426, published on June 15, 1993. Goku’s actual return to the comics happened in Chapter 430, published July 13, 1993. From there, he remained a fixture in the manga until it concluded two years later.

My point here is that Goku never really went away. He was absent from the Namek Saga longer than he was absent from the post-Cell Games era. In-universe, yes, he’d been dead for seven years, but for us, the audience, we basically flashed forward right up to the point where he returns. My suspicion is that Toriyama tried telling new stories with Gohan and Videl in Satan City, got frustrated with it, and decided to bring back Goku after about a month. But fans who took Gohan-as-protagonist as a guarentee, they assumed that Goku was returning as a supporting character, and he would eventually leave and let Gohan have the reins again. When that didn’t happen, they assumed foul play.

Anyway, Super Buu is clobbering Gohan at will. If Goku doesn’t save him, who will? Tien? Pfft, yeah right, like Tien’s gonna... oh, wait.

#dragon ball #2019dbliveblog #fusion saga #gohan #goku #majin buu #goten #trunks #gotenks #mr satan #dende #bee #supreme kai #kibito #elder kai

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gosh-im-short · 6 years ago

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Taking the Bull by the Horns {Loki x oc} Prologue: The Box Turns Out to be Important

“Rock, paper, scissors- shoot!”

“Ha! I win!”

“What? That’s not fair! You cheated!”

“Oh is that so?”

“Yes, it’s so!”

“You have no evidence against me.”

I huffed in defeat at that.

“Okay. But that doesn’t mean you aren’t a cheater.”

Clint looked at me offended and made some sort of gasp of repulsion.

“Are you calling me a liar?”

“I ain’t calling you a truther.”

Thank you speech class for your wonderful help in getting me this far in my snarky comebacks.

He simply gave a roll of his blue eyes at me and lightly shoved my shoulder towards the wall.

“You lost the bet fair and square. Now. Go get me a sandwich.”

“There weren’t any fair squares.” I mumbled as I scooted across the small metal platform that loomed across the cemente a good twenty feet below.

I used the metal railing to pull myself up before I looked down the edge of the platform. Well. Seems that I was the one who had to go down and get the sandwiches. Great.

Tingling with nervousness I reached for the rope that felt more like a string in my fingers before I looked down at the cement.

What if I lost my grip? I would plummet to the cement and land with a sickening crack as my-

“Hey, Sallie. You good?” My brother’s voice brought me out of my daze and I looked over my shoulder at him.

“Yeah. I’m good.” I said while putting a smile on my face to which he gave he a toothy grin that made his blue eyes lighten up.

“Good. Now go get me a sandwich, little sis.” I playfully rolled my eyes and without a single hesitation I hopped off the platform while grabbing the string with my other hand.

I wrapped my ankles around the string like rope as I went down into the large and loud room.

There must have been a dozen doctor’s buzzing around with clipboards and white lab coats that flapped with each step they took. Their conversations were all business and curt.

There were four or so black cladded agents armed with rifles ready to defend the room in any given notice. But they were all here for one thing.

One small thing. A little blue box. Literally it was a glowing blue box that was driving everyone crazy for some reason.

Soon my feet hit the ground and now I was able to hear the conversing better.

“Doctor Selvig. There are strange energy readings coming from the Tesseract.”

A tan skinned man who looked like he had Arabian in him informed Doctor Selvig.

Or Erik as he had told me to call him that one time I brought him a granola bar.

That was the way to befriend scientists apparently.

I neared the shiny, metal table that the younger man was bent over at one of the computers that displayed the shiny box.

“Energy readings? That’s odd.” Erik mumbled as he moved the younger man out of the way with his arm with flannel on it and bent over the computer himself.

“What’s up, Doc?” I asked as I stopped by to see what they were fussing about now. Honestly, in my opinion they were making too much of a big deal out of this. Okay, yes the blue box was from outer space and whatever, but what if it was just like an everyday common thing from wherever it’s from? For all we know we could be protecting some kind of toaster for crying out loud.

But let’s pause by rantings for a sec.

“Ah, hello there, Sallie.” Erik said briefly spotting in looking at the computer to give me a closed mouth smile before returning his gazing. “And nothing new just trouble. The Tesseract is being very strange.”

“Really?” I said as I decided to stick around for a few more seconds since Clint would just have to wait for the sandwiches. It was his fault for cheating anyway. “I thought it’s strange all the time.”

“Yes, you’re right about that.” He said with a light chuckle before resuming a serious expression. “But this time.. it’s different.”

I looked over at the blue box to see that the tan skinned man from before was now examining the box.. by poking it with a metal stick. I didn’t have some degree in smartness or whatever, but that seemed like a bad idea with an alien toaster.

Who knows what could explode out of it?

“But this should fix it.” He said before he pressed a button that had some sort of importance to it and the humming of the box cut off.

“See?” Erik said with a proud grin on his face only for twelve seconds later it returned with the same humming tune. And Erik’s triumphant grin disappeared. “What?”

I looked in between the computers trying to figure out the different.. colors. It was just.. different kind of shades of grey and like... brown.

“Was that suppose to happen?”

He hurriedly shook his head as his eyes worriedly scanned over the computers.

“No. That.. that should have shut it off.”

Should have.

Oh great. The ending of the world was going to start by a electric, blue toaster.

“Well, uh.. as much as I would love to help you, Erik... I can’t. I can’t even see the colors on the screen.” I said with a sort of helpless shrug as I gestured to the screen with my right hand. “But word of advice- might as well tell Fury about this.” He simply nodded to my words before I gave his shoulder a friendly pat and walked off.

My pixie cut, curly hair that was like.. a brownish blonde or a blondish brown bounced slightly as I kept my steps brisk and short out of the large room. I headed up the metal and loud stairs while moving around a couple of agents who were descending downwards.

I soon made it up the stairs and into a large hallway before I continued in my walking. I had the tendency to walk fast even though I had stubby legs and was about as tall as a twelve year old boy. Even then most people had to speed walk in order to keep up with my short and quick strides.

Some of the agents dubbed me as the Flash. But at least it was better than what I had been officially nicknamed which was Dove. Every time I heard it I always thought about chocolate. When you’re a secret agent and had to be really fit eating chocolate isn’t the best way to go. Because who knows? Maybe I’ll get attacked. Like that one time last year in New Mexico with that crazy hobo guy that Clint told me about.

But, back to the mission of sandwiches.

I continued briskly walking down the hallway and even ended up passing Director Fury or, as I secretly called him with Clint, the Pirate of the Seven Motherfuckers.

He said the word a lot.

I gave him a nod in greeting to which his one eye flickered towards me before looking straight ahead. Nat was the only who was only tolerable to him I think.

Finally after a few more minutes of walking I made it to the breakroom and saw- the fridge.

It was small. Like the one that would be a in motel or something.

But it was where all the good stuff was stashed.

I crouched down the small fridge before opening it up and retrieving two sandwiches.

“You know you’re only suppose to take one at a time.”

I stood back up quickly making the blood swish around in my head and turned around. A grin came onto my face.

“And here I was thinking I would be able to sneak past the man who has eyes on the back of his head.”

Phil simply tilted his head with that smile that spread across his face on.

“Guess it’s not your day.”

“Well, it rarely is. And these-“ I held the two sandwiches up for a moment “-aren’t just for me. I have to feed a hungry bird.”

Phil chuckled at my words.

“Than I can’t stop you can I?”

“Nope. Clint gets grumpy whenever he’s hungry so I’m doing the whole facility a favor.” I said as I made the fridge’s door close with my hip and walked out of the kitchen with Phil chuckling lightly at the truthfulness of my words.

Clint was grumpy whenever he didn’t have his coffee or his food. But other than that he was like a dog with realistic views about life.

That... didn’t make sense, but neither does my brother.

Once more I found the hallway that connected all the other hallways together.

I was walking at my normal pace since there wasn’t a reason to hurry back.

But than I heard the gun fire.

And the shouting.

And explosions.

And then I was bolting down the hallway while gripping the two sandwiches in one hand which was kind of harder than it looked actually.

After running down the steps, I skidded a stop by the doors of the large room whenever my eyes landed on a tall male? standing in front of me.

Quickly, I squeezed myself next to the wall and out of the doorway before he spotted me.

While still gripping the sandwiches and probably squishing them at this point, I peeked my head around the corner before shooting back into a straight, terrified stick.

Whoever the attacker was took out the armed men and I managed to catch a glimpse of destruction around what used to be a lab. Now.. it looked like a war zone.

So many questions filled my head.

How had the attacker gotten in?

Was Clint alright?

What about Erik?

But what most stood out in my head was ‘what was I going to do?’

My eyes drifted down to the gun on my black cladded thigh.

I had a gun. And I was behind him.

I could shoot him.

I could save everyone.

And I could finally be something more than just Clint’s little sister.

I felt slightly bad that that was the first thing that went to mind, but I was still going to do the right thing anyway.

Slowly I set the sandwiches down at my feet and stood back up.

I could hear whoever was still there speaking to the attacker who as far as I could tell was a man by his deep voice.

Or it was a woman with a deep voice.

Well, the only reason I cared what gender they were was so that I knew were to hit them where it hurts.

Because it really does matter actually.

Or at least that’s what Nat taught me, but I never went against her defensive training.

Suddenly, I heard a loud gunshot causing me to nearly yelp in fright.

But.. the gun shot wasn’t directed at me though. Must have been at someone who survived, or uh...was surviving. No.. had been surviving. Yeah... grammar.

Slowly, my hand slid down to my right thigh that was next to the opening of the doorway before it carefully drew the gun out. Keeping my breath even I pulled it up to my sight before I switch the safety off with a click. I held my breath.

No running footsteps.

Good sign.

Slowly and very carefully I made sure it was loaded. I gripped the gun with both hands. Okay. This was it.

I took a deep breath.

Than I turned to my right and suddenly appeared in the doorway.

I had no time to lose.

I ran inside the large room while raising the gun. I barely heard my own feet pounding against the ground causing the surviving heads to turn towards me.

And just as I was about to fire- someone fired first.

I let out a cry of pain as something rammed into my right shoulder.

I started falling back.

With a loud smack! my head landed.

There was ringing. So much ringing in my ears. I couldn’t hear.

But I felt the footsteps moving towards me. I raised my hands at whoever was approaching. But they were empty. The gun was gone.

My hazel eyes looked up at my attacker only to meet steady blue ones back.

He had a gun pointed straight at me.

I froze. The pain in my shoulder was gone.

All I could hear was my own heart pounding in my ears.

Time just... slowed down.

Clint’s index finger movement was groggy and in slow motion as he got ready to fire a bullet into my head.

But I could still see it.

He.. was going to kill me.

Than my survival instincts took over.

I swung my leg into his and made him stumble a tad. And in a instant I was on top of him.

But he still had the gun.

My eyes widened as I rolled off of him barely missing the bullet whizzing past my head.

I landed on my side with a grunt before quickly rolling back onto my feet just as he did. Than I realized my mistake.

I hadn’t knocked the gun out of his hands and he still had it.

It was locked onto my shocked features.

“Clint.” I whispered his name.

Than I saw it.

The hesitation.

His very bright, blue eyes hesitated for a moment. Just a moment.

But that was all I needed.

With a battle cry I charged at him.

Realizing his mistake he fired a bullet but by some miraculous miracle it only scrapped the side of my temple.

I tackled him to the ground. With one swift motion I yanked the gun out of his hands.

I rolled off of him and back to my feet while shakily griping it down at him. My hands were sweating as my heart was pounding. But even though my hands were shaking, I didn’t let go of the damn gun.

“Well. That’s new.”

My eyes snapped up to the male voice.

The attacker. He was standing there in what seemed like a long, black robe of sorts. I was able to make out black hair that was spiky at the ends and sort of long. Or at least longer than my hair.

I kept the gun pinned down at Clint while my gaze drifted to the bright object in his hands. A spear? A glowing spear?

A weapon maybe?

And he.. did he shoot me with that? Well that’s just kind of rude.

“Who are you?” I asked with the strongest voice that I could muster at the moment as my legs were screaming at me to sit down while my shoulder was.. well. I couldn’t feel it actually.

He huffed as if annoyed at my question.

“I am Loki of Asgard. And I am your future king and ruler.” He declared to me in a boisterous tone and in spite of my brother almost killing me a couple of seconds ago, I let out a snort.

“Really? You? You and all.. that?” I asked with a lift of my eyebrows as I gestured at his attire with the gun. “Because honestly its all a bit.. much. You need some help.”

Even from my spot I could see him visibly roll his eyes.

“And you call yourself an expect in fashion?”

I glanced down at my black jeans, black boots, and my favorite blue denim jacket.

On my injured shoulder I saw a strange blackness on there.

Well.. that wasn’t good. He ruined my jacket.

“Well. Not really. But better than you.”

Oooh, that ticked him off.

I could see it in his eyes.

“I grow tired of you, you pathetic mortal.” And suddenly I was knocked down to the ground.

I grunted whenever my right shoulder was shoved into the ground even though the numbness was there still.

Damnit. Clint got me.

I looked up at him and saw that he had the gun fixed at my head in a blank expression.

His eyes.. something was wrong with them. Something I had never seen before.

And I didn’t want to see it anymore.

This wasn’t my Clint.

“Go ahead. Do it.” I edged him on with gritted teeth. “Just.. do it.”

When we were kids my older brothers always said that there were going to kill me whenever I did something mischievous to them. I never knew that those words would be so true.

Slowly I saw his finger pull back the trigger. It was like some part of him didn’t want to do this.

But why was he even doing this?

I closed my eyes.

I never wanted to see my death.

But I knew one thing for sure, I was not going to look pretty at my funeral.

And just when I accepted my fate- it stopped.

“Wait.”

My hazel eyes opened to see that the barrel of the gun still pointed to my forehead. At the sound of approaching footsteps I looked up.

Him.

“Don’t waste your resources.” The attacker- no. Loki said to Clint.

And for a second I was relieved as I looked up at the man who seemed to be very pale.

“Let her die in the explosion.”

Wait. What?

Suddenly the weight of my abdomen was gone as Clint got off and up to his feet.

I was alive. Not dead. But alive.

But not for long.

As the two walked away, followed by a man I couldn’t remember the name of and Erik, my eyes saw why they were leaving.

There was a blue substance gathering over my head. I craned my neck to look at my brother for one last time, but I ended up seeing the attacker stumble a tad.

He was weak. Good to know.

But I was going to die.

No use in knowing.

I slumped back down on the cold cement in a strained groan.

My shoulder didn’t hurt. My back did.

Did.. I even have a arm anymore?

In one look I could see that I did indeed have a arm. But there on my shoulder was the black substance. Like I was burned.

I looked back up at the ceiling.

I was tired. So, so tired.

My legs were heavy.

My arms were heavy.

And my eyes were heavy.

With my version slowly closing down around me I heard someone talking to someone else with the name “Barton” thrown in the words somewhere.

I lost my grip on this world as someone spoke my name while walking towards me.

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