Perception of Reality

"You bastard!"

Marvel's black jacket fell from my shoulders as I dashed to him while screaming, as quickly as I could grabbing him in the collars and pushing him abruptly. He still managed to stand on his feet after some rough steps I forced on him until I cornered him against the wall in the parlor. When I was about to throw a punch straight at his face, his people pulled me away and pushed my shoulders downward, making me kneel in front of him.

I groaned in pain when my trembling knees hit the floor while my hands were pinned on my back. With raged eyes, I lifted my head, searching for Marvel's gaze once again.

"You bastard... You have planned all this, haven't you?! I will kill you... I'm going to kill you!"