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How i imagine ales' aftermath in rayman origins ending
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ROCKWELL, FAREWELL
Claire Rockwell, Esq., has been appointed as the United States’ representative to a UN special task force which will be convening at the International Court of Justice in The Hague. Ms. Rockwell’s credentials are extensive, having graduated from Yale Law at the top of her class, and being the daughter of General David Rockwell, a decorated former US Army veteran who, following his military retirement, served on the World Security Council until his death.
Choosing to take a more philanthropic route than her father, Ms. Rockwell founded the non-profit Citizens’ Heroes following the Battle of Manhattan. The organization works to help with the recovery after super battles, collaborating with several other non-profits, as well as running a children’s shelter based in New York, though she left the organization earlier this year to disassociate her own stance on the ACCORDS from that of the group.
Before her departure, Ms. Rockwell agreed to a retrospective interview with the Bugle.
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“Conversations with parents are sometimes exhaustin’.”
“I hate magic.”
aka Civil War--That-Fucking-Letter-Bitterness™
“It’s alright, sweetheart,” Maria soothes, gently wipes his tears away with a clean tissue.
Tony doesn’t protest--he’s supposed to, he knows, Stark men are made of iron--but her arm is a warm and comforting weight around his shoulder and her perfume smells like home, so he leans into the touch instead.
“There,” she smiles and Tony can’t help but smile back. “All better. Now go back inside and apologise to Hope.”
Tony frowns. “But I don’t know what I did wrong!” He really doesn’t. He’s just told her the truth and then she was crying. And he really, really doesn’t like making other people cry. “I don’t want to!” Then softer, sadder, “I don’t know how to fix it.”
His mother sighs, just a little, and Tony feels a bit like his stomach is dropping out under him, but then she pulls him into her side again and he relaxes. “I know, Antonio, I know. But listen to me, all you need to do is go up to that little girl and tell her you are sorry.”
“Why?” Tony asks, hands twisting helplessly.
“Because saying ‘sorry’ will make it better.”
Tony’s face scrunches up in confusion. “But why?” he repeats, more insistently this time. “That doesn’t make sense.”
“Because it’s a magic word,” Maria eventually settles on and is not in the least surprised when her son sends her disbelieving scoff that is all Howard. “Don’t look at me like that,” she gently ruffles through his hair. “Just like machines are fixed with science, people are fixed with magic. But you have to really mean it when you apologise, otherwise the magic won’t work. Do you understand?”
And Tony nods, still a little doubtful, but willing to listen like he always is. He does what is asked of him, and Hope stops crying and lets him kiss her cheek instead and all is forgiven.
And for a little while, Tony believes in magic.
*
I’m sorry.
Sorry always makes it better, Tony thinks almost hysterically, as the letter crumbles in his hands. He’s shaking, he thinks, but finds it hard to care.
Hopefully one day you can understand.
Did you know, Tony laughs bitterly to himself after his third glass of whiskey, that nothing ruins an apology like an excuse or a justification?
Nothing but silence answers him.
The compound is empty.
Locks can be replaced, but--maybe they shouldn’t.
Sorry is a magic word, Tony hears the words echo in his mind, accompanied by musical laughter and affectionate caresses. He watches the remains of what used to be a phone melt into an indistinguishable chunk of plastic with a scarily familiar, haunting sense of detachment.
He leaves the remains at the compound, on a kitchen table he can barely stand to look at, the day before SI cuts all financial strings to the former headquarter of the Avengers.
Tony doesn’t believe in magic. The world he lives in has ensured nothing less.
I figured my 400th post on this blog deserved to be something special. And apparently bitter. Woops.
Jesus Christ...
My last period was in 2024...
Byebye my period blud
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