Back in space, Peter's hair stood on end, he knew disaster would surely follow. The ship sped up, and turned to one side, he hurried over to where Tony and Strange were standing and see a planet.

"Hey, what's going on?" Peter asks them.

"I think we're here." Strange said, surprisingly monotone.

"I don't think this rig has a self-park function." Tony sped over to one of the steering controls, and placed his arm in, he turned to Peter, "Get your hand into this steering gimbal." Peter wasted no time in doing what he was told. "Close those around it. You understand?"

"Yep, got it." Peter blurted uncertainly.

"This was meant for one big guy, so we gotta move at the same time," Tony explained.

"Okay. Okay." Peter stuttered, "Ready." Much to their luck, Titan was a complete mess.

There was no safe passage for them to land, there was rubble of giant structures everywhere, turned on their side, pointing up. It was like a weird defensive mechanism, a way for the planet to protect itself from potential threats. If they didn't steer fast enough, then the planet would most definitely win. They started to turn toward one of the structures.

"We might wanna turn. Turn! Turn! Turn!" Peter warns as they crashed into the side and lost about three-quarters of the ship in the untimely collision.

Peter yelped, and activated his mask, to narrow his focus.

Strange intuitively conjured a golden force field, which wrapped around all of them.

Peter threw his arm back in a defensive stance as the ship fell onto the planet below.

Peter's hand was freed from the steering device, the unstable wreckage shook and he was flung backwards. He webbed himself up and swung to the 'safety' of the ceiling. He watched from above, as Strange helped Tony up onto his feet.

Peter retracted his mask and lowered himself to meet them. Upside down. It the best position to think in, and he could tell, something else was coming.

"Let me just say, if aliens wind up implanting eggs in my chest or something, and I end up eating you, I'm sorry." Peter warns them.

"I don't wanna hear another single pop culture out of you for the rest of the trip. You understand?" Tony glared at him, while pointing.

"I'm trying to say that..." Peter flung his hand back, "Something is coming."

As if on cue, a grenade rolled over, it stopped in-between the trio. It exploded before any of them had the chance to react, they were tossed across the room, all in opposite directions.

Peter rolled on his side, just in time to see three figures heading in through what used to be a door.

There was a grey alien, a masked man who seemed to be more human than alien, and there was another alien, who seemed to be in a state of confusion, with antennas.

"Thanos!" The grey alien hollowed, as he threw his blades over toward Strange, who defended them as if they were nothing.

Peter scurried back on his elbows, trying to formulate a plan. Explodes echoed overhead, as Tony took on the masked individual who was well-equipped, but not as skilled as Tony.

Peter looked up, to see the alien with antennas hovering over him, he screamed. "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" He backed away as she followed along, staring at him with wide-eyes.

"Please don't put your eggs in me!" Peter said as he shot webs up at her, tying her arms to her side to stop any possible attack, she squeaked as she face-planted onto the floor below.

Peter got to his feet and went to help Strange with the grey alien, but instead, the masked man flew over, feet-first, and kicked him to the side, "Stay down, clown!"

"Oh, you did not just call me a clown!" Peter states now ready to fight this guy.

He was able to stay upright, with the help of the four metallic legs from his new suit. He took to the air, twirling around, as he avoided continuous shots from the masked man. He leapt down, in an attack formation that has kept him alive for years.

And then he remembered he's in space and the rules don't apply here, as the man was one step ahead, he shot out an electric cord, it wrapped around Peter, in an unforgiving grip. It pinned his arms and the spider legs to his side, he wasn't able to catch himself, and instead rolled onto the floor.

The masked man grabbed Peter's shoulder and yanked him up.

Peter watched as he saw Tony fly down, and pressed his foot against the grey alien's chest, who was down on his back, struggling to break free.

Tony activated his gauntlet, and held it out toward the alien's face, ready to strike if he tried anything else.

The masked man held Peter in a head-lock and pushed the barrel on a gun to his head. Peter however was relaxed, this not being his first time being a hostage.

"Alright, everybody, stay where you are, chill the F out." The man deactivated the mask, revealing his face, but Peter couldn't see him at the angle he was being held in, "I'm gonna ask you this one time. Where's Gamora?"

Peter frowned. Who the hell was that?

Tony held up his gauntlet in the man's direction, he retracted his mask, and his expression reflected Peter's of complete and utter confusion.

"Yeah, I'll do you one better. Who's Gamora?" Tony asks.

"I'll do you one better!" The grey alien shouted, "Why is Gamora?!"

That was a joke, and it was quite funny, it wasn't just the idea of being shot in the head that scared Peter. It was the thought of dying, and leaving the people he loved behind to pick up the pieces, especially with this Thanos threat approaching.

"Tell me where the girl is, or I swear to you, I'm gonna French-fry this little freak." The man pushed his gun harder into Peter's head.

"Take off this rope and face me like a man." Peter dared the new guy.

"Let's do it!" Tony screamed, "You shoot my guy." He turned to look at the grey alien, "I blast him. Let's go!" Tony's left arm extended out into a cannon.

It shone brightly, blinding the unphased alien below, Peter had to admire this guy's courage.

"Do it, Quill!" The grey alien ordered. This guy definitely has a death wish, "I can take it."

"No, he can't take it!" The alien with the antennas pleaded while still wrapped in the webbing.

"She's right. You can't." Strange said, deadpan.

"Oh yeah? You don't wanna tell me where she is? That's fine." The man spat. "I'll kill all three of you and beat it out of Thanos myself." He powered up the gun, and pushed it against Peter's cranium, "Starting with you."

"Wait, what." Strange blurted, he narrowed his eyes, keeping up his mystic shield, "Thanos? Alright, let me ask you this one time. What master do you serve?"

"What master do I serve?" The man sneered. "What am I supposed to say? Jesus?"

Jesus? He's from Earth.

Unless religion found a way to spread across the galaxy.

"You're from Earth?" Tony asked, deactivating his weapons, he did not look best pleased.

"I'm not from Earth." The man snapped, "I'm from Missouri."

Wow, Peter would seriously be disappointed if he was killed by this moron. Imagine what they would say. S.H.I.E.L.D.s greatest Agent was killed by a space moron.

Ava would laugh.

"Yeah, that's on Earth, dip-shit." Tony snapped, "What are you hassling us for?" He asks.

"So, you're not with Thanos?" Peter questions as he has a faint memory of these guys from an alternate universe he visited with that older version of himself. He just didn't remember them being idiots.

"With Thanos?!" The man screamed, "No, I'm here to kill Thanos! He took my girl. Wait, who are you?"

Peter retracted his mask.

"We're the Avengers, man." The man sighed disappointedly and released Peter from his head-lock.

"You're the ones Thor told us about!" The antenna lady shouted.

"You know Thor!?" Tony bellowed.

"Yeah." The man confirmed, "Tall guy, not that good-looking.." Peter frowned his disapproval and stepped back. "Needed saving."

"Where is he now?" Strange asks.

"Nidavellir." The grey alien answered.

"Gesundheit." Tony said as he helped the alien up onto his feet, "What's he doing?"

"He needed a new weapon." The now, un-masked, man said.

"What happened to Mjölnir?" Peter asked.

The man's face fell, "What is Mjölnir?"

"His hammer." Peter says with his eyes looking like this guy was a complete moron.

The man shrugged, "Oh, he lost it."

"Lost..." Tony's sentence came to an abrupt stop, and he shook his head, "Okay." He pointed to the restraints that were still locked around Peter, "Let him go."

"Oh, shit." The man stepped forward, and pulled them away, freeing Peter, "Sorry."

"Don't worry 'bout it. Not the first time I had a gun pointed at my head or tied up." Peter admits.

"Hey, Andy Dwyer, who are you guys?" Tony called over.

Peter rolled his eyes as he thought all further Pop Culture references were off bounds.

The man grinned, "We're the Guardians of the Galaxy."

Tony rolled his eyes, "Do you have names?"

"Oh yeah." The man pointed to the grey alien, "That's Drax," He moved his finger to the antenna lady, "Mantis, and you can call me Star-Lord."

Tony was not having this, "What's your real name?"

"Peter Quill."

"That will be easy to remember." Tony commented, "I'm Tony Stark," He gestured to Strange, "That's Doctor Stephen Strange," He nodded his head to Peter, "And this is Peter Parker-Coulson."

"Peter?!" Quill exclaimed, "That's so awesome."

Tony waved his hand out, "Let's take this party outside, hey?"

"Oh, I love parties!" Mantis sang.

"A party?" Drax squinted, "Are we not here to fight Thanos?"

"That was metaphor--" Tony sighed, "Jesus. Everyone go outside now." He tells them as they head outside.

"These guys are gonna be fun." Peter can already see as he follows them.

-

"The hell happened to this planet?" Quill questioned while holding a small device, "It's eight degrees off its axis. Gravitational pull is all over the place." The idiot wasn't wrong, they could give him that.

The gravitational pull would be a challenge for the upcoming fight, but Tony had already thought of a thousand ways they could use it to their advantage. Peter saw this as an advantage with his abilities, this planets gravity will be able to help him fight off this Thanos.

"Yeah, we got one advantage. He's coming to us." Tony said, scanning what he could see in the distance, trying to formulate the best plan of action, "We'll use it." He turned back to face Peter who is watching Mantis using the planet's gravity as a makeshift trampoline as he's confused.

They decided it was best not to call her out on it, "All right, I have a plan." Quill moved forward, signalling for Tony to carry on, "Or at least the beginnings of one. It's pretty simple. We draw him in, pin him down, get what we need. Definitely don't wanna dance with this guy. We just want the...gauntlet."

Drax yawned, and Tony was sure that was about to have an anger-induced heart attack, "Are you yawning?" He barked, "In the middle of this, while I'm breaking it down? Huh? Did you hear what I said?"

Drax kept a straight face, obviously not realising that he was being disrespectful.

"I stopped listening after you said, We need a plan." Drax admits to him.

Tony turned back to Quill, who surprisingly was the mature one of the group, "Okay, Mr. Clean's on his own page." He states.

"See, not winging it isn't really what they do." Quill defended his team.

"Uh." Peter groaned exasperatedly, it was good to see that he and Tony were on the same page. Peter gestured over to the pair, "What exactly is it that they do?"

Mantis attempted a scowl, but it just looked ridiculous, "Kick names, take ass."

Drax nodded, not noticing the mistake in her saying, "Yeah, that's right."

Peter stared into the horizon, longing for something, but he wasn't sure what that something was. He wanted to go home, he knew that much. He didn't want to fight. Although, he was obligated to, as one of Earth's Mightiest Heroes and all that.

But these are the people who are their only backup to help save the universe?

A doctor, an Avenger, and S.H.I.E.L.D.'s greatest Agent, and a group of weirdos? Yeah, they don't stand a chance.

But no matter what, Peter would die shielding the universe, for the sake of all those he loved, including his friends and everyone else.

Tony, regrettably had to put that to the back of his head. He had to focus on Thanos.

"Alright, just get over here, please." Tony pleaded, "Mr. Lord, can you get your folks to circle up?"

'Mr. Lord.'" He scoffed, "Star-Lord is fine." He nodded over to the pair, and they moved over, forming a circle.

"We gotta coalesce." Tony told them,"'Cause if all we come at him with is a plucky attitude..."

"Dude, don't call us plucky." Quill interrupted, "We don't know what it means. Alright, we're optimistic, yes. I like your plan. Except it sucks, so let me do the plan, and that way it might be really good."

"Tell him about the dance-off to save the universe," Drax said, before Tony had a chance to snap back.

"What dance-off?" Tony asked, not entirely sure if he wanted to know the answer.

"It's not a...it's not... " Quill stuttered, "It's nothing."

"Like in Footloose, the movie?" Peter asked, completely confused by this.

"Exactly like Footloose." Quill lit up, it was blatantly obvious that this guy hadn't had contact with fellow human beings for a long time, "Is it still the greatest movie in history?"

Peter looked at him, with wide-eyes, "It never was." He says as Quill narrowed his eyes.

"Don't encourage this, alright?" Tony said, stepping down next to Peter. "We're getting no help from Flash Gordon here," Tony commented.

"Flash Gordon?" Quill stepped forward, ready for some form of confrontation, "By the way, that's a compliment. Don't forget, I'm half-human. So that 50% of me that's stupid?" He circled his hand around him, "That's 100% you."

"Your math is blowing my mind." Tony mocked.

"Excuse me..." Mantis called, concerned. That caught Tony's attention, "But...does your friend often do that?"

By friend, she was referring to Strange.

Neither could explain what the man was doing though. He was using the time stone, and his head was twitching unnaturally. It looked like he was having some kind of seizure, but he seemed to be in control of whatever he was doing.

"Strange!" Tony bellowed, "We alright?" He hurried over to him, just in time.

Strange collapsed forward, he let out a startled scream, Tony grabbed hold of his arm, "You're back. You're alright." He eased, sensing the beginnings of a panic attack.

"Hey, what was that?" Peter asked, while getting flashbacks to Madame Web with how her abilities work.

Strange swallowed a lump in his throat, and darted his eyes around, not locking his focus on anyone there. It was like he was afraid to make eye contact with any of them.

"I went forward in time to view alternate futures. To see all the possible outcomes of the coming conflict."

"How many did you see?" Quill asked. The seriousness of this situation finally catching up with him.

"Fourteen million, six hundred and five." Strange answered breathlessly.

Tony knew he had to ask, but he didn't even try to hide his fear, "How many did we win?"

Strange stared at him, every emotion possible glistened in his eyes; fear, guilt, anger, sadness. He had seen every horrible, unspeakable future. He kept his eyes locked on Tony, as he muttered a single word, that changed everything.

"One."