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Disclaimer- this book does not have an ending, and probably never will. I've lost my ability to write like I used to and I've lost all motivation. I'm so sorry. If your new, it's still nice to read I do reccomend. But it wont have and ending, neither the second book I wrote. Sorryxx

(Y/n pov)

My eyes flickered open; and almost instantly I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins.

I sat up, wiping the blood from my trembling lips and squinting in an attempt to make sense of the images before me. I could see trees, tall trees; swaying violently across the coast line.

The waves slowly crawled up my skinny legs, washing away the residue from my deep cuts. Then as the sun creeped out from behind the clouds, I made my first sound.

It wasn't a word, I was to tired to talk, to exhausted to move. I sort of just groaned, like a baby who hasn't had anything to eat. Then I did it again, this time louder.

Underneath me was sand, and miles of it to be exact, sea weed painted the shore, just between where the beach ended and the ocean began. It was mesmerising to watch it trail, back and forth and then some.

I crawled up the yellow dust, colours and shapes making no sense around me. Then suddenly, out on the distance of this god forsaken island, came the sillouettes of people. Real people.

"Is that, the girl/boy?" I heard one of them say, I wanted to say something back but my brain had stopped working when my legs did. It soon became mumbling voices above me.

"Its alright, I've got you" was the last thing I listened too before passing out. It was a woman's voice, and I couldn't help but think it sounded familiar

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(Scarlett Johansson pov)

I freaked out when the first thing I saw this morning was the bright blue sky, and my battered body buried in the sand.

Luckily, I wasn't alone. When I got up, and cracked my aching neck, I saw many others around me. And next to us, the wrekedge of a plane.

I tired my best to think, but I couldn't remember why I was on a plain in the first place. I should have been at home with rose, my daughter. Wait... rose!

I rushed around in a panic, my eyes leaking tears and my bottom lip trembling. She wasn't there, she wasn't there. "Rose, Colin!" I yelled at the top of my dry lungs.

Chris Evans startled me when he appeared from behind a tree. I looked down at his leg to see a huge chunk of it sliced of, blood dropping fast, like the waves. I gasped.

"Oh my god" is said whilst turning my attention to his situation. His face was as pale as snow, and his eyes were redder than the sun. "Sit down, ummm.... there, just, we need to... errr" I stumbled with my words.

Not long after Robert (whome recently appeared also) and I were wrapping his torn ligament up into the buttons of his sweater. I could barely look at him, it was like looking at a ghost. He was acting like one to.

He wouldnt respond to anything, and when he did it made no sense. I gave Robert a concerned look, my hands shaking from side to side. I still couldn't make sense of what happened.

"Do you remember anything?" Downey asked me. I shook my head, surprised that he too had suffered some sort of head Injury. "What about you Chris?" I then yelled, hoping he could here me over the wind.

He just moaned and winced, didn't even make out a proper sound. I could tell this was going to be a long day, or a long couple of days if that.

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(Robert Downey jr pov)

I can still remember the panic when I awoke on this island. My leg was trapped under the burning metal from the planes wing. Lucky I got it free in time.

I didnt want to mention this to Scarlett, but I saw the piolets corpses not far from where mine could have been. It was the first time I had seen a real dead body since my cousin's funeral in 2012.

Chris wasn't doing so good, and with the cut so deep into his skin I really wasnt sure if he would make it. Or how long anyway. "Do you remember anything?" I asked her, she shook her head.

It was strange, that both of us had lost complete memory of the Insident. I couldn't even remember why I was on a plane in the first place, and why I wasnt at home with my family.

As Johannson tried to get Evan's to talk, I heard crying from the distance of the beach. Neabye I spotted Anthony Mackie and Chadwick Boseman talking to a few others whome I couldnt make out.

But the crying came from elsewhere, and It sounded like a teen, like Tommy's. My heart began to race as I looked for him, I couldnt bare the thought of him being hurt, or worse.

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(Tom holland pov)

I was crying because I was confused, the last thing I could remember was sitting at home reading over the script for spiderman no way home when all of a sudden I'm speeding across the sky in some large jet.

The worst thing was, I never passed out long enough for my mind to take a break. I had to witness and endure the entire plane crash. I had to watch every injury, I had to stare at the flames at they engulfed us.

So now I sat by this broken down tree with my head in my knees, crying hysterically. But not long later a man appeared Infront of me, I tried my best to get his name right but I couldnt see all that well with the soot in my eyes.

"Hey, Tommy it's me. Its Robert" came his soothing voice. I smiled and relaxed before he pulled me into his arms. "Are you injured, are you hurt, what's wrong?" His said, checking my body for cuts.

It was funny how he fathered me, but I didnt stop him, he made it easier to cry. "I'm ok, really" I said wiping my eyes. The man infront of me looked relived, as he sighed and lifted me of my feet.

We walked back to the others, and I looked around nervously. The island was getting colder by the second. I could see the outline of the forets in the distance, and feel the warm sand against my feet.

"Hey, Tom, you alright?" Scalrett asked me, she was crouched down beside Chris E and next to her stood Florence Pugh, who was throwing up all over the beach. It was gross so I looked away, but I couldnt blame her after all weve been through.

My eyes darted around, someone was missing. Like I said I watched the plane go down, and when I did I saw each individule person, examining there every move. Believe it or not but the plane took a long time to land.

"Wheres the girl/boy?" I muttered, limping across to the plane. "What girl?" Robert asked me confused. Then another familiar face came over, talking through his strong Australian accent.

"What the bloody hell happened" Hemsworth said. But I couldnt care less about what he had to say when a child was missing. "There was a girl/boy I swear I saw her/him" I yelled in a panic.

Most of the others were looking at me now, like I was completely out of my mind. "Your not talking about rose are you?" Scarlett asked. Her face perked up, and I didnt want to disappoint her but I had no choice.

"Sorry, she/he was older than rose, maybe thirteen, fourteen?" I said. Robert nodded before we split up to look. I knew finding her would mean I could prove myself useful to this situation.

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(Elizabeth olsen)

I went paths with Thomas, he looked stressed and I was hoping to help that. We walked across the beach in search for this so called 'child'

"So, where did you wake up?" He asked me. "By the ocean, yet I didnt really wake up. I was awake for most of the crash" is admitted. He stared at me surprised.

"So was I?" He said sounding surprised. "Your sure taking this better than I" Tom then laughed. I couldnt laugh back, not when inside I was slowly dying.

I dont remember where we were going on that plane, but I do remember one thing. Just a few days before I had been told I was pregnant, and now i was terrified that i had just lost the baby.

I remember being thrown around in that crash, and alot too. So of course my nerves about my only child being dead was torchering me. Luckily i felt no pain in that area. For now anyway.

after what seemed like hours of walking in silence with this man, we finally spotted something in the distance. A small body lay across the sand, looking as is she or he was trying to pull themselves up the shore.

"Is that... the girl/boy?" I said shocked running down and towering over her/his body. It was battered, just like mine, and I'm pretty sure her/his arm was facing the wrong way.

She/he moaned but did not move. Tom and I sat down and I pulled her up into my lap. Her cries muffled as she started slipping away. "Its ok, I've got you" I said, trying to reassure myself and her this would all be ok.

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(Paul Rudds pov)

I rushed around after Gwyneth Paltrow and Tom hiddleston. And although my mind wasn't in the right place right now I knew It wasnt as bad a Evan's so I tried my best to be of use.

We adied to anyone that was Ill, hurt or just needed the company. I was weird to see so many of my co workers and best friends in one place, looking so so misrable. So depressed.

The crash had defantly changed everyone, I barely even recognized Chadwick as he was covered in someone else's blood. The whole sight was too much to bare.

"Everyone calm down" I heard Jeremny Renner say to a few others across the beach. He looked as stressed as I felt, but surprisingly he wasnt injured.

"Where are we? Huh, can someone please tell me why I cant remember anything!" Brie Larson yelled, tears falling from her eyes. Jeremy didn't know what to say, he was speechless.

His eyes turned to Robert who's eyes turned to me. I shrugged. It seemed like nobody couldn answer that question. What we were doing here was a mystery, and one that needed solving fast.

"Paul, we have to do something. I cant go days listening to screams" Tom H said to me. "I know I know" I replied. "So what are we going to do?" Samule L Jackson said bluntly. I looked around at everyone before answering. "I... dont know"

And the truth was, I didnt.

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