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(Samuel L Jackson pov)

Minutes felt like hours on the island, and I couldn't take much more of it, not when my head was drenched in sweat.

Soon enough almost everyone was gathered near Chris, worried sick that we might loose him. I saw Scarlett and Robert doing there very best to keep him awake, but it was a challenge.

Florence didnt look so good either, every second she was either puking or screaming loudly from the pain. It was hard to watch my friends in such agony.

"Sam!" Came a voice behind me. I turned round to see Brie standing there, putting on a fake smile. I rushed forward and hugged her.

"Sam I think I found some medical supplies, I just... I can't get to them" the woman explained. I nodded before following her over to the back of the plane.

It was still burning, and to be honest we were stupid to still be around it, for at one point I saw oil dripping near the flames, one touch and were all dead.

"See that?" Larson asked me, pointing to a large red bag up in the front of the plane. "Shit, we can't get up there!" I yelled.

"We need to try, I'm sure it's a medical bag. For Chris, please" she whispered, placing her hand on my sholder. I sighed and lifted my foot to the floor of the vehicle.

It moved slightly, creaking. I grabbed hold of the first seat to steady my posture, everything was slanted upwards, so, this was more of a climb than a walk.

"Your so close" Brie reassured me. I reached out my hand, feeling as if I could slip and fall at any moment.

Fortunately, I managed to grab the bag with foot, and it slid right down to her. It was s miracle to see a large white plus sign across the red lining of the sac. I was just praying everything inside was all in tact.

Brie seemed distracted when I got back to her. Hey eyes hatched onto something in the distance. Instinctively, I looked.

A crowd was forming around the sand as Tom and Lizzie entered, a child amongst there arms. "Who's that?" She asked me. "I'm not sure?"

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(Y/n pov)

"Hey... sweetheart" came a voice. My eyes stayed shut but my mouth began to move, coughing out the remains of the ocean.

"Hey" the comforting voice said again. This time, I did wake up. And when I did I looked around to see multiple adults glaring down at me, like I was an animal in a nearby petting zoo.

"Get away from me!" I cried, backing away across the sand. "Kid we're not going to hurt you. what's your name?" Another man said. I fiddled around with my words, glaring at them strangely. They looked familiar.

That's when it clicked, when I saw them for who they truly where, my idols. These guys were actors, marvel actors, and by the look of it they were specifically the guys from the Mcu.

Growing up I spent hours infront of the tv, my dad was never around much so I had nothing better to do. When I was seven I watched Iron man, ever since I've been attached.

Speaking of the one and only tony stark, I watched as he bent down beside me. "I'm Robert" he introduced, I nodded. I knew who he was. I wanted to scream.

I wanted to scream because I was excited, but also because I was terrified. This couldn't be happening to me, how did it happen. I dont seem to remember much since last night.

Elizabeth ushered people away, trying to give me and my ovios anxiety some space. "I... your... umm" I said, still freaking out. Robert and Tom holland laughed, grabbing my hand and lifting me up onto my feet. Or should I say onto my two left feet.

I realised they wanted my name, but every time I tried to talk, my tounge twisted. All I could do was convince myself I wasnt dreaming, maybe I wanted to be dreaming.

"So, I take it you know who we are?" Lizzie asked me. "I... yeah" i sheepishly responded. Then shivered from the wind across my neck. Downey took of his black leather jacket and placed it around me.

"Better now?" He said with a smile. I nodded awkwardly, I should have said thankyou, or at least smiled back. "Where are you parents?" Tom asked me. "My dad, ummm. He, he was driving the plane" I said, finally managing to get some words out.

The adults looked at each other concerned, I even saw Robert's face turn pale. "What?" I asked. But there was no respond.

When I looked into the distance I saw the plane, broken and on fire. The front of it was completely smashed in. I knew, I knew in that moment that my father was dead.

I pushed past the actors and actresses, sprinintg towards the plane. But before I could even reach its wing, someone tackled me to the ground. "Kid it's not safe" he said to me.

"But... my dad, he's... you cant!" I yelled, fighting him off me and in the process kicking him in the face.

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(Chris pratt pov)

Well... If getting kicked in the nose by a ten year old wasnt bad enough, I'm pretty sure my arms broken now too. "We all need to get away from that plane, it could explode!" I screamed.

Everyone was staring at us now, I wasnt surprised. Yet despite my words y/n threw herself/himself straight into the danger, calling for her/his father.

"Dad!" She/he yelled running too far I could no longer see her/his face. I then did something stupid, I ran in after her. "Chirs dont!" I heard Benadict Cumberbatch call. I ignored him.

When I eventually caught up, wich took a while considering I'm not a fast runner; I saw y/n crouched down beside someone, someone who im certain wasnt breathing.

My heart dropped for the girl/boy, seeing her in tears brought tears to my own eyes. I have a kid myself, shes one years old and her name is lyla.

I remember Lylas smile, and how whenever she and her mother entered a room it made my day. I couldnt imagine ever seeing her this upset, I couldnt imagine her losing me.

Slowly I crouched down and pulled the girl/boy into a hug, but she/he backed away. It hurt me more than it should have but I knew I was just a stranger to her/him.

"Hes gone" she/he whispered, stroking the ends of her/his father's fingers. "Hes gone and I never got to say goodbye"

"You know, I lost my uncle around your age. It hurts, I know" I whispered. This time she/he turned to me. Our eyes stitched together, and for a moment, I felt a little better.

Yet her/his tears ruined it. She/he got up and started hitting a tree, bashing it with nothing but force. "Its not fair! This wasnt supposed to happen!" She/he yelled. "What's not supposed to happen honey?" I said.

But she/he didnt reply in words I could understand. Just mumbling as she/he snapped of a branch and threw it in the air. It was then I realised the similarity between us, we both had anger issues.

"Kid, take some deep breaths, let it all out ok" I said grabbing hold of her/his hands and staring down. "I just want to smash something, a lot of things" she/he said through tears.

"Well guess what... that's exactly how I feel. But i know it's not going to solve my problems" I assured her/him, trying to keep eye contact.

"Sometimes, when we get mad. The best thing to do is focus on a time in 9ur lives when we are not. Like a birthday, or a special date. Anything" i said. "Look, close your eyes, imagine with me" I said.

She closed her eyes. I pondered about what she might he thinking of.

"I'm y/n" she then said hugging me.

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(Y/n pov)

I don't know how, but chris seemed to calm me down. It was like very word he said meant something more than it sounded. And now look at me, I'm hugging him, letting my anger out through tears.

This has sure been a complicated day, and I knew it hasn't ended yet. "Sorry for kicking you" I said. He smiled and laughed.

The truth was, I didnt know my father that well, I was just angry because I felt responsible for his death, which of course I wasnt. I hope.

I wished I could start this day again, so I decided to make that happen. "Chris, can we do something?" I asked him. He looked at me confused before nodding.

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(Zoe Saldana pov)

I stood with the others on the beach, listening to brie yelling, Chris Evans whining and tom holland, who had found his brothers, laughing.

It was like all the scenes in my greatest movies put together, well, the ones that involve tragedy anyway. At least this time I wasnt getting pushed of a cliff by Thanos.

The crowd gathered as Chris and the girl/boy walked back. Natalie Portman and I rushed over, followed by Robert, scarlett, lizzie and both Tom's.

The girl/boy stood there nervously before putting her hand out for someone to shake. "Hi, I'm y/n. Nice to meet you" she/he said confidently. Chris gave me the eye so I smiled and shook her/his hand.

"Dont worry y/n, this will all be over soon" I think.

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