[ WP ] All Movies/T.V shows are actually documentaries of events that have taken place in other dimensions , you suddenly find yourself in another dimension in the middle of such an event .

My feet hurt from walking so long, and my eyes throbbed from the sun's continual endeavor to blind me. The Montana wasteland that some call savanna stretched all around me, leaving a dome of pure blue capped on top of the world. The never ending deathtrap known as highway 66 refused to turn, as it had done for my entire 60 hour trek along its unforgiving cement. Several yards ahead of me a mirage began to form. As I approached, I vaguely noted its unwillingness to vanish, but never fully processed it. Stray hairs blew into my eyes and mouth, and my ponytail added to the throbbing in my head. Sweat soaked through my shirt, and dampened my backpack. A familiar sound began to gather behind me, and I looked over my shoulder to see the first car that I had the whole day. Not really hoping that it would stop, I began to give them a thumbs-up, but was caught by my sudden and terrifying plunge into the earth. I scrambled to catch myself before I broke my face, but found nothing underneath me but empty space. I caught a scream in my throat before falling into an abyss of swirling colors and endless falling. 
 I must have hit my head on the way through, because I remember waking up. I saw a city street, with cars scattered recklessly across my vision. The entire road had been ravaged, and I could hear screams all around me. I tried to jump to my feet, but as soon as my body left the ground, a searing pain from my ribs rushed to cloud my vision. The pain lifted after a moment, so instead, I carefully rolled onto my back, and used my backpack as leverage to sit up. Almost immediately I wished I had stayed down. I was in the middle of a battlefield. My pain flew to the back of my mind as I took everything in. This was no ordinary battlefield. A man in a red and gold iron suit flew above a hoard of vaguely humanoid aliens, and dropped a small bomb. I barely managed to shield my face from oncoming shrapnel, and caught pieces of metal, presumably from cars, on my arms and torso. I heard a startled `` oops'' a few seconds before I was lifted off the ground. High off the ground. As a matter of fact, I was ascended for so long, I can say with relative certainty that it was barely under a minute. 
 During this long, unforeseen minute, I got my bearings. Below me was New York. A plundered war-ground of New York, but living in the city for 10 years had acquainted us enough so I could recognize it with no trouble. The iron man landed on top of a skyscraper and set me against a cement wall. His visor slid up to show a well-known and beloved, goateed face. 
 `` Kid, what the hell were you doing on the street? Everyone was supposed to be in the subway by now.'' 
 As I stared at him, I was pretty sure I could hear my brain begin to fry. 
 `` Kid, are you all right? You look banged up. What happened? Besides the getting cut up by shrapnel, I mean. Sorry about that.'' 
 Slowly, my mind began to form words. 
 `` You're... Iron Man.'' 
 He looked confused. `` Yes. You've probably seen me on the TV before, right?'' 
 `` No no no no no... you do n't understand. That's not even... possible. Ya-you-you do n't exist.'' I tried to stand up. `` You're a story, a fabrication, a comic book character,'' I gasped and fell back to the ground. `` Something to tell children about so they know what to ask for for Christmas... nothing more! You...'' 
 Tony Stark's face grew more and more concerned as he watched me ramble. I rubbed my face. 
 `` I... think you hit your head, kid. You need to get to a hospital. I'm pretty sure that the last time I checked...'' 
 I cut him off. 
 `` NO! You CA N'T be here! Not in New York!'' I managed to stand after I had my backpack off and I weakly protested. `` Not in real life.'' 
 Stark gave me a blank stare for a second and a half before he took on a nice, accommodating smile, and held his hand out, like I was going to attack him. 
 `` Okay, let's start off small. What's your name?'' 
 `` Saffron.'' 
 `` Okay, Saffron, I need you to stay here for now. I'll come back for you later, and you'll be safe, but I have... well a battle to get back to. Will you be okay?'' 
 My thinking grew foggy, so I rubbed my temples. 
 `` Yeah. Yeah, I'll be fine.'' 
 `` Well... do n't go anywhere.'' 
 And he flew off. 
 I slowly made my way to the lip of the building, and peered over the edge. The streets bloomed with chaos and carnage. I turned away and studied the building behind me. I would've laughed if I had n't hurt like hell all over, for the building I stood on was the'big ugly building in New York,' aka Stark Tower. I shuffled over to my backpack and dragged it inside to Stark's sorta-kinda bachelor pad. I left it at the door, and searched the room as best I could for a first-aid kit. I found one, wonder of all wonders, under his mini-bar. I was 18, I could drink, could n't I? Or was it 21? Ugh, I did n't like the taste of alcohol, anyway. 
 The couch was n't anywhere as comfortable as I had expected as I sat down to tend to myself. The rubbing alcohol hurt a hell of a lot more than I'd remembered, and I chickened out after the second use. As I pulled out the bandages, a baffled, English man said from behind me, 
 `` Who the hell are you?'' 
 In a sudden fit of lunacy, I decided to have some fun with my knowledge of the future. 
 `` You're not going to win, Loki.'' I said, and stood up. I would have looked over my shoulder, but my everything was hurting, and standing did n't provoke that. Loki chuckled and set the butt of his spear on the ground. 
 `` According to..who? You?'' 
 `` Well,'' I grimaced. `` I would answer that, but I think it's obvious.'' I honestly do n't know why I decided to do anything so absolutely stupid, but I suppose my decent into madness had begun. `` What I personally think is more important is that... I'm sorry.'' 
 `` What, sorry for wasting my time?'' He began to stride toward me. `` Because at the moment it is very precious.'' 
 The most likely reason for my idiocy was that I did n't fully believe everything that had happened to me was real, and was subconsciously testing the limits of its reality. 
 `` Sorry... because your father did n't appreciate you for what you are. Which is, almost definitely, a better and more willing ruler than Thor, no offence to him.'' Loki stopped in front of me. `` And I feel the need to tell you that being genetically related to someone does n't always make them your family. At least,'' I paused and looked thoughtfully to the side, `` I should hope so. Otherwise, I'm screwed.'' 
 I looked back at Loki. The bewildered look on his face almost made me laugh, but I moved on. 
 `` The only person you should blame for your lot in life is your fathers. One left you to die, and one saved you, right?'' 
 His baffled look quickly turned to one of rage, and he grabbed my by the throat and slammed me up against a wall. 
 As an interjection, I had that coming. 
 `` HOW DID YOU KNOW THAT ABOUT ME?'' He bellowed into my face. I could n't have answered if I tried, and I believe the one sane part that remained in Loki saw that, because he pulled me off the wall and threw me onto the ground. I almost blacked out. 
 `` Tell me how, or I shall make you feel pain you did n't know existed.'' And yet, my lunacy remained, and I wheezed out, 
 `` A bit... late... to the... punch... on... that one...'' 
 He hoisted his spear, and stabbed me through the chest.
