[1] The Old Book
1381 Words
You're so gorgeous,
I can't say anything to your face!
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Your pov :
Have you ever feel like 'Oh s**t' because you plan to take a 5 minutes naps then wake up 9 hours later?
That's what going on with me right now.
"s**t. s**t. s**t. Shit." I panicked and started running around the room. Where is my shirt? Where are my socks? Why is everything so damn hard to find, we have a math test today.
I ran down the stairs, realizing I forgot to wear pants. "Ahhh!" I yelled.
I put on my jeans and ran back down again, my mum was in her office, probably busy anyway. She's a working woman, after all, let's not bother her.
I put on my shoes and gave a kiss for the poster of my babe Tom Holland on the hallway before leaving the house.
God knows I love Marvel Cinematic Universe so much that I put the cast's face all over the house. Bedroom, kitchen, living room, even the bathroom has the picture of Spider-man in a frame.
Everyone around is probably sick of me that I'm a marvel freak. I watch every movie, I read comics, I have an ** account dedicated all to marvel memes and stuff.
That's quite a problem in my real life. I'm not handling it as well as I do with being a fangirl, perhaps it's why I'm late for class again today.
"Excuse me..." I said nervously and suddenly every one of my classmates stared at me.
"You're late again, Ms.(L/n)." The teacher (I don't remember her name, what the hell?) Complained and let me in the room.
I walked to sit with my friend, today she's wearing a Riverdale shirt while I was wearing iron man shirt, she's all about Netflix and chill.
"You're late again." She whispered.
"I stayed up late reading books for today's test."
"Well have you read it?"
"No, I accidentally fell asleep."
She chuckled then we pretended to understand whatever the teacher was talking about. Here comes a test for us which I don't understand a single thing, so I rolled my pen for answers.
I'm probably going to fail but what's the odds? I didn't give it that much of attention like I'm looking at the infinity war trailer for the 145936 times.
Oh damn. Look at that Spider iron suit! My baby Tom look so cool in it. And what's the deal with that purple egg headed Thanos, stop hurting the Avengers, won't you? I'm so hyped to watch the movie damn!
I took away one of my earphones as I noticed my friends at the front seat are talking about infinity war. Whenever anyone says anything about Marvel I'm like 'ayeeee'.
"Have you watch the trailer?" Jaime asked Prim.
"I did! Where's Superman? I didn't see him in the trailer?"
Wtf.
Jaime smiled and replied wisely. "He died in Bat vs. Sup. But he'll return to rejoin the Avengers."
I gasped by their stupidity and decided not to join their conversation. Why is everyone around me is so dumb and boring, I sighed as I look at the clock, it's lunchtime and there's still time left, maybe I should go to the library, just for some quietness.
I noticed my friends are talking without me, let them be, I told myself. If I join the conversation I will ruin it, they like it better of without me.
So I went to the library, put on earphones, playing some Ed Sheeran to relax, open Dreame to read some fan fiction.
Oh no... the writer hasn't updated yet. She said she will post it 3 days a chapter, didn't she? It's been five days now, what a liar.
I have nothing to do, maybe I could watch homecoming again but I don't think my internet is that great. So, I desperately walked around the library, to every little corner for the time to pass by.
A string of light flashes to my eyes, what was that? And where did it come from?
I traced the lights to the very last shelf, not a single person was there. I think this is the deepest spot of the library, I looked up and down to find the source of light.
Instead. I found a book, an old, weird-looking book amongst all the new books. Why are they still here? Shouldn't the librarians be getting rid of that for long ago? It looks like it came from a hundred years ago.
I carefully took the book out, lucky me I didn't tear it apart. I walked back to the table and started to open each page.
The first page was about Iron, how they made iron weapons in the ancient time. The second was about poisoned spiders. The third was about America's freedom.
This sounds familiar...
I keep reading, hawk? Widow? Green giant monster? Red Witch? It's not like I'm that much of a marvel freak that will bet everything is about Marvel, but this book is clearly about Marvel.
I reached the last page. This one is different. It was just a white page, with a quote in the middle.
' Dreams and loves will be shown.
Souls and hearts will be lifted.
If one begs for their prayers,
Their words will be wished. '
Okay, this is probably a poem? What are they trying to say?
"If one begs for their prayers, their words will be wished.." So it's a book for me to wish? This feels so weird yet amazing, should I play along with it? It's not like anyone's watching anyway.
I held the book in my hand, alright, I'm going to wish even though nothing is going to happen.
"I wish to leave all these madness... to where I get to be with the ones I truly love. I wish for another world that's more special, exciting and worth remembering than the one I am living in. God knows I was born in a wrong world..."
I whispered softly, then opened my eyes up one by one. Did I really think something will actually happen? What. An. i***t.
I sighed, grabbed my bag, left the book on the table and walked away. Wake up (Y/n). Magic is not real. Superhero is not real. No one is coming to save your meaningless life.
Everyone left the library already, probably went back for class, this place was empty. I walked to the door, going back to my life.
The second I opened the door is the moment in which a tough, powerful blast hits my body that I fell to another side of the room.
I looked up with confusion, the whole scene has changed, I wasn't in a library anymore, I was in a battlefield, a war, and I almost died by an explosion from the grenade.
"What the fuck..." I murmured, what happened? What's going on? Why am I here?
The gun fired everywhere and the bomb blew everything off, I ran my ass to cover.
I was breathing so fast, it's like the air can't fill my lungs anymore. No way this is a dream, it feels so real. I'm going to die for real.
Another bomb hit to the ceiling of this wrecked building, everything was shaking and falling apart, those ceiling will fall down and hit my freaking head to death.
I closed my eyes tight. My life has nothing good to freaking think about before I die! Damn it.
A hand grabbed onto my waist lifted me up in the air, it happened so fast, the next thing I could recall was me lying on a cold hard ground.
"Tony! Tony! I found a girl!" A familiar voice yelled.
"What did I tell you! If it's not us it's hydra!" Another familiar voice shouted.
My vision was blurry, I rubbed my hands to the eyes to clear away all the dust. It's getting better, I could see my hands now.
I lifted my face up to say thank you or something but then I almost choke to death realizing all these people in front of me were...
The Avengers?!
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*YOUR CHARACTER WAS SENT HERE WHEN BLACK PANTHER HIT THE THEATER, SHE HAS NO IDEA ABOUT INFINITY WAR.
- Writer
