Zach stop.
Zach stop.
You're gonna get in trouble Zach.

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   "You can rest now." I said.

  Nebula and I used all our strength to clean Tony's wound for the second time, I think it got infected but we're trying to undo that, we put him to sleep and then spent the time figuring out what we should do next.

   "We have to fix this ship." I said.

   "There's no way it can deliver us back all the way."

   "Not all the way, we just have to get off the ground. I have some feeling about that." I scratched my nose.

   "You know how to fix Quill's spaceship?"

   "Bruh, I can't even fix my TV. He can." I jerked my face at Tony, who wouldn't go to sleep.

   "Tony, please go back to sleep."

   "Can't sleep on this one. Hurts like hell..." He tried shaking it off. "Anyway, what's the plan wrong world girl? You see any-- future? Foreshadowing stuff?"

   "No, I'm sorry, but my guess is we will get rescued or discover something very smart and bring ourselves home. Let's check supplies and-- oxygen."

   "Food for about 17 days, oxygen for maybe 23, the ship is still functioning but maybe not for long." Nebula said.

   "For three?" I asked.

   "For three." She said.

   "Oh... alright." I was concerned that maybe, you know, for the plot, they will only have oxygen for two people, Tony and Nebula and not for me, but thank god they still keep me around. To be honest, if me being here put them at risk I'll just snap myself to save oxygen and food for them.

"So... let's fix this thing and go home." He said it so simply, but we knew it won't be simple.

"We'll start tomorrow. Meanwhile, you, need to rest." I told Tony, he was in very bad shape yet won't act like it.

"Hey." Tony Stark stopped me from trying to wrap him up with a blanket with a serious look. "I know you know this, who didn't make it on earth?"

I froze in T'Challa's style. Realized how serious he was so I dragged in a chair and sat in front of him.

"Vision." I said, trying not to lose it again going through this. "Not because of the snap, but Thanos was collecting the stones."

"How exactly?" He asked determinedly.

"Thanos ripped the stone off his head..."

He bit his lips with anger. "Who else?"

"Bucky and Sam."

"Both of them?" I nodded after he asked, he sighed.

"T'Challa and Wanda."

"Wanda too?" It got so hard for him to take it, and I didn't want to go on while his body is in this state.

"Maybe we should stop."

"Don't stop now. Go on. I need to know this, understand (Y/n)? I must know."

"Okay." I calmed him down. "Groot."

"Groot?"

"The little teenage tree that came with the guardian." I pointed at Nebula and she was as heartbroken as Tony was. "But Rocket made it."

Tony's eyes forced me to continue.

"Then it's about us, Mantis, Drax, Quill, Doctor Strange." I sniffed. "And Peter."

"What about someone else? Clint?"

"I don't know about him, I hope he's okay, I know just Nick Fury and Maria Hill didn't make it in the end credit. I meant, in the end."

"Shit... fucking shit." He wiped his face with tears welled in his bright brown eyes, then he asked the question he was scared to ask the most. "What about... Pepper?"

"I don't know." I said softly.

"You don't know?"

Before his tear could drop I took his hands into mine. "Tony. I can't promise you that she will be okay. I do not know anything anymore, not like this. But you can't lose hope, because in the movie, they added in the scene in which you were talking to her about wanting a kid."

"Wait, you know about that too?"

"Yes. My point is they wouldn't add that scene in the movie if it's not gonna be something that will happen, so maybe... just, if my speculation is right, she might actually be expecting. So she might live."

His face lightened up a little. "I hope to god she does."

"Me too."

We smiled sadly at each other and he wiped his tears off. "Thank you for being honest. Truth hurts but it's better than knowing nothing."

I just went Jon Snow mode, means I know nothing, not anymore, I'm scared for the first time, actually being with them, facing what's coming next without spoiling myself first.

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I am so hungry.

I could eat an elephant right now.

Tony and Nebula were playing games, she clearly didn't play it right but Tony let her win. It's been quite a while since we left Titan, we're now in space, everything in here is pretty dark, we're running out of fuel.

   I was staring at the stars, in that world I rarely get to be on planes but now I'm away from earth in a spaceship. Sounds cool but we're all probably dying so I don't know how I should feel.

   Are we going to get rescued at all?

   My guess is captain marvel or Pepper, but then again I don't know anything that was released after infinity war at all.

   I tried to save what's left of my energy, Tony and I are looking like we've been starving for forever, which we sure felt so as well. I'm still hoping but we're running out of oxygen tomorrow, I just want to see Peter.

   With no strength left, I walked like a ghost through the hallway, as I heard Tony Stark's voice. Talking to someone, no, more like recording his voice for someone.

"...Don't post it social media, it's gonna be a real tear-jerker."

True that.

I stopped at where I stood, laid my back against the wall and listened to him.

"I don't know if you're ever going to see these. I don't know if you're still... Oh, god, I hope so. Today is day twenty one, uh, twenty two. You know, if it wasn't for the existential terror of staring into the literal void of space, I'd say, I'm feeling more better today. The infection run its course, thanks to the blue meanie and the wrong world girl back there. You'd love them. Very practical. Only a tiny bit sadistic."

I chuckled a little. Then everything just went into a completely silent. We're all sad and dying, I wondered how Sandra Bullock character felt in gravity and now I know.

"Some fuel cells were cracked during the battle, but we figured out a way to reverse the ion charge to buy ourselves about forty-eight hours of playtime. But it's now dead in the water. We're a thousand lightyears from the nearest 7-Eleven. Oxygen will run out tomorrow morning, and that'll be it."

His voice sounded so hurt but still hopeful,

"And Pep, I know I said no more surprises, but I got to say I was really hoping to pull off one last one. But it looks like, well, you know what it looks like... Don't feel bad about this. I mean actually if you grovel for a couple weeks, and then move on with enormous guilt."

Now how can we do that, Tony? I thought to myself. If that's what going to happen all the fandom will be left in the ocean of their tears. It's been ten to be eleven years together, don't be expecting me to get over it in a couple of weeks, none of us will ever recover.

Oh no... I hope to god that wasn't a movie's foreshadowing.

"I should probably lie down." He muttered. "I'm going to rest my eyes. Please know when I drift off... it'll be like every night. I'm fine, totally fine. I'll dream about you, because it's always you."

    He turned off the recording.

I slowly gained back my balance, just to realized I was crying. I wiped it all off then walked into the room, Tony Stark was on the floor, curling up to keep himself warm. My heart shattered in a way Thanos could never snap.

Nebula walked up behind me, she said nothing, neither did I, we looked at Tony then each other, and both of us helped move him to the seat. I tucked him again, I love tucking him, I sat on the seat next to him, just watching the blue galaxy ahead of us.

The oxygen's getting thin, I can feel it, it's putting us to sleep and we're just so tired. I wanted to keep an eye on him, felt like I need to, but I can't keep my eyes open anymore.

I agree with him.

   Million of stars are glowing in the dark, so bright my eyes was a little blinding. This seems like one hell of a place to drift away.

   If I drift off as well tonight, I'll dream about you, Peter.

We all know for me it's always you.

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