Ever since the battle of New York my life has been okay to say the least. I mean it would be great if the nightmares weren't there. The battle happened it's over I died but I'm okay now. But I still can't explain it. I shouldn't be alive and there shouldn't be aliens out there. But I am and there are. I guess we just have to accept it and move on Sequel to "The Last Avenger"
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