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@natalxequxll-blog
She should have listened. She so should have listened. Her father told her not to leave the house due to recent murders and she did it anyway. Now, here she was, laying in the other's arms as she slowly bled to death. She looked up at them, shaking her head. "G-Guess I should've listened, huh?" She wheezed, giving a weak smile. "It's okay. At least I'm n-not alone." She finished with a small coughing fit, grasping at her chest. "Take care of yourself for me, o-okay?"
"You didn't have to help me, ya know."
"Yeah, well news flash! Just because you think I shouldn't, doesn't mean I have to listen."
On 16 August, 1996, a 3-year-old boy fell 18 ft into the gorilla enclosure at Brookfield Zoo and was knocked out. Unconscious, with a broken hand, and a gash to his face, visitors began to scream as they thought the boy would be attacked by the gorillas. Instead, 8-year-old western lowland gorilla, Binti Jua, picked up the young child and carried him 59 ft to the entrance where zoo staff could retrieve him. She growled at other gorillas who tried to get near the boy. This is a clear example of apparent altruism and empathy in animals.
"Good luck selling that thing..."
"What am I suppose to do?! Sit here while you go get yourself killed?!"
"Make me blush one more time and I am going to scream."
Natalie shrugged, directing her gaze to her boots. “He’s been better. That infinity stone messed him up. The medical team of Xandar was suppose to fix him up after the battle, but for some reason he’s been getting the same symptoms he got a before that. Migraines, muscle aches, nightmares; it’s weird. And scary…” She quickly shook her head, realizing that he was looking for a Quill, not a walking sob story. “But he’ll be alright. He may be an idiot, but he’s a tough one.” She managed to give him a half smile.
Sam couldn’t help but frown. Damn. That run in with Ronan had taken a bigger toll on his “pops” than he thought. “Man, that’s too bad. I was hoping it wasn’t gonna fuck with him too much. Maybe…” He shut his mouth then. No need in bringing up things he knew so little about. No need for false hope.
“Yeah…he’s getting some medical help, thank God. Hopefully he’ll be better after he does. Oh, and could you do me a favor and not mention to him that I’m on Terra? I’m actually grounded at the moment for trying out the rocket boots again…but in my defense, if he doesn’t want anyone messing with them, he shouldn’t leave them lying around!” Natalie defended. She had a horrible habit of getting too curious.
"Yeah, don’t worry. I’m no snitch,” he said, mining locking his lips and throwing away the key. None of his business, anyway, and he didn’t wanna get involved in family matters… “So, how long do you plan on staying here?”
"Not too long. I told Rocket I'd be back in a week tops. He's kind of my cover guy for when I need to sneak out." Natalie chuckled under her breath. "Love him for that." She grinned. "Some of his stories can be far fetched, but normally they work like a charm."
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"He doesn't talk about me much."
“So I’ve noticed…” Elsa commented. “Do you know why he does not?” She asked.
"Not really. No one does. I kinda feel bad for him, but every time I try to go talk to him he brushes me off. I guess he's just not social." Natalie shrugged, shoving her hands into her pockets,
"Any reason you came to my window instead of my door like a normal person?"
Hey, you know what? Thereâs another name you might know me by. Star-Lord.
"Fine, don't help me. I'll do this myself."
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"No, no, no, don't die on me!" {I had to I'm so sorry lol}
Frankie looked up, choking on his own breath. “H- Hey.. I- I’m f- f-” He wheezed, trying desperately to breathe more. “I promised I’d do anything to protect you… Th- that I’d die- ow- that I’d die for you. S- so that’s wh- what I’m doing.” He whispered, weakly bringing hi hand up to her face, “I l- love you.”
Natalie shook her head, tears falling from her eyes as she rested her hand on his. "I-I love you too." She sobbed, grasping his hand as she cradled him in her lap like a small child. "Just breathe for me, okay? Please, I know you can." She pleaded softly.
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