- Fall Out Boy, Immortals

Papa walks past Strange while shaking his head, armour retreating into his ARC reactor. Strange stands up, Cape attaching to his shoulders. Peter and I stand together holding hands, our suits on apart from our helmets.

“We’ve gotta turn this ship around,” Strange says.

“Yeah. Now he wants to run,” Papa replies. “Great plan.”

“No, I want to protect the stone.”

Papa walks towards the large view-port, space zooming past. He seems irritated. “And I want you thank me now. Go ahead, I’m listening.”

“For what? Nearly blasting me into space?”

“Who just saved your magical ass? Me.”

“I seriously don’t know how you fit your head into that helmet.”

“Admit it. You should have ducked out when I told you to. I tried to bench you. You refused.”

“Unlike everyone else in your life, I don’t work for you.”

“And due to that fact, we’re now in a flying doughnut billions of miles away from Earth with no backup.”

“I’m backup,” Peter pipes up, holding up his hand.

“No. You’re a stowaway,” Papa dismisses. He points between himself and Strange. “The adults are talking.”

I almost interject that I’m an adult now that I’m 18, but my would-be words are overshadowed by Strange’s. 

“I’m sorry, I’m confused as to the relationship here. Wh-what is he, your ward?”

“No,” Peter answers. “I’m Peter, by the way.”

“Dr Strange.”

“Oh, we’re using our made-up names. Um...I’m Spider-Man, then.”

Strange ignores him, and I make a mental note to remind Peter that Strange is an actual doctor.

“This ship is self-correcting its course.” Papa’s voice carries over the conversation as Strange walks towards him. “Thing’s on autopilot.”

“Can we control it? Fly us home?” I can tell that Papa’s having bad memories, and he’s not answering. “Stark?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you get us home?”

“Yeah, I heard you. I’m thinking...I’m not so sure we should.”

“Under no circumstance can we bring the Time Stone to Thanos. I don’t think you quite understand what’s at stake here.”

“No. It’s you who doesn’t understand, that Thanos has been inside my head for six years since he sent an army to New York and now he’s back! And I don’t know what to do. So I’m not so sure if it’s a better plan to fight him on our turf or his. But you saw what they did, what they can do. At least on his turf, he’s not expecting it. So I say we take the fight to him. Doctor. Do you concur?”

“Alright, Stark. We go to him. But you have to understand...if it comes to saving you or Blythe or the kid or the Time Stone...I will not hesitate to to let any of you die. I can’t, because the fate of the universe depends on it.”

“Nice. Good. Moral compass. We’re straight.” Papa walks towards Peter next to me, tapping him on the shoulder as if knighting him. “Alright, kid. You’re an Avenger now.”

Peter’s face cycles through emotions as I turn to Papa myself. “What about me?”

“You’ve been an Avenger since the moment you were born, Blythe. You were always going to be, even if you chose to not follow our path.”

It doesn’t take long before the space outside is replaced with what I’m assuming is the surface of Titan. Broken and stranded ships stick out of the ground. 

“Hey, what’s going on?” Peter asks Papa, and I’m wondering the same thing.

“I think we’re here,” Strange answers for him.

“I don’t think this rig has a self-park function,” Papa says. He gestures towards Peter. “Get your hand into this steering gimbal. Close those around it. You understand?”

“Yep, got it.”

“This was meant for one big guy, so we gotta move at the same time.”

“Okay. Okay. Ready.” The ship is heading towards the ground, a sure course for impact with a ship. “We might wanna turn. Turn. Turn! Turn!!”

Papa deploys his helmet and pushes as hard as he can, Peter doing the same. I deploy my own helmet and brace for impact as Strange throws up the Shield of Seraphim, enveloping the four of us in an orange sphere.

We crash into different ships and then the ground, the section of our ship reduced to about 45%. I feel myself being flung forward before something grabs my back, and from the familiar feel it’s one of Peter’s webs.

“You alright?” Papa asks Strange, his helmet now off. “That was close. I owe you one.”

Peter drops me down and then descends on one of his webs. “Let me just say, if aliens wind up implanting eggs in my chest or something, and I eat one of you, I’m sorry?”

“What the fuck are you going on about?” I question.

“I don’t wanna hear another single pop culture out of you for the rest of the trip. You understand?” Papa is clearly still annoyed that Peter snuck onto the ship.

“I’m trying to say that something is coming,” He justifies. 

A grenade rolls on the floor between us, sending out an energy pulse that throws all four of us back. I hear someone yell “THANOS!” somewhere, and it isn’t a voice I recognise. I look up to see Papa fighting some random guy before being attached to a structure with a magnetic disk.

“AH! Whoa, whoa, whoa! PLEASE DON’T PUT YOUR EGGS IN ME!” Peter screams next to me, and I turn to see him scrambling away from a weird looking lady with glowing antennae. He shoots her with webs in a panic and I shoot a beam at her in fear. 

The dude Papa was fighting flies at Peter feet first, kicking him away. “Stay down, clown!”

“Hey!” I shout, shooting repulsor beams after the dude. Peter spiders away and then tries to attack the dude, who shoots out a cord that wraps around Peter’s arms. 

“Die, blanket of death!” The dude who yelled Thanos’ name yells - I recognise the voice - whose entire head is surrounded by Cape.

Papa lurches free of the magnet and places his foot on that guy’s torso with a fired-up repulsor at his head, which the guy gets Cape off to see. The other guy has picked Peter up and has him in a headlock, gun pointed at his head. Strange holds up mini shields and I hold up my own fired-up repulsors.

“Alright everybody,” The guy holding Peter starts. “Stay where you are. Chill the F out.” He powers down his helmet, revealing a very human-looking guy. “I’m gonna ask you this one time. Where’s Gamora?”

Papa powers down his own helmet. “Yeah, I’ll do you one better. Who’s Gamora?”

The grey guy under Papa’s foot begins to speak as well. “I’ll do you one better! Why is Gamora?!”

I look at him with a confused look on my face and gather that he’s the stupid one of whatever group this is.