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and I have decided for you gremlins.

It's a soul-world mini-series.

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I should call my readers something.

not gremlins tho, ew.

Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Katriana Maximoff, and Dr. Strange aboard the ship approaching the surface of Titan.

"Hey, what's going on?" Peter asks. 

"I think we're here." Strange says.

"I don't think this rig has a self-park function." Tony turns urgently to Strange. "Get your hand into this steering gimbal. Close those around it. You understand?" 

"Yep, got it." Peter nods, as he and Kat take one side.

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

"Okay. Okay. Ready." Kat nods. The ringship is heading straight for the center of what looks like one of a colossal game of jacks.

"We might wanna turn. Turn! Turn! Turn!!" Peter yells. Iron Man armors up as the ringship clips the "jack" obliquely, but still losing a good third of its hull in the collision. Spider-Man throws up his helmet at the same time, as Kat anchored down on the ground, flurries of silver flying around her. Doctor Strange steps between them and creates the Shield of the Seraphim around them all, anticipating a rough landing.

The ship, now reduced to about 45%, plows through the dirt and stops, leaning slightly to one side, everyone falling to the ground in exhaustion. Doctor Strange helps Tony, now de-helmeted, to his feet; they're both panting a little from the exertion of arrival.

"You alright?" Tony asks, panting. "That was close. I owe you one."

Peter descends from above in classically spider-like fashion.

"Let me just say, if aliens wind up implanting eggs in my chest or something, and I eat one of you, I'm sorry. And Kat, I love you so much." Peter says.

Tony points at Peter. "I don't wanna hear another single pop culture out of you for the rest of the trip. You understand?"

"I'm trying to say that... something is coming." Peter says. A grenade rolls into view, and Peter, Kat, Strange and Tony get thrown well back when it fires its energy pulse. Star-Lord, Drax, and Mantis appear in the doorway.

Drax yells. "THANOS!!!!" Flinging a blade at Doctor Strange, who neatly deflects it with a mystical shield, and in return sends the Cloak of Levitation at Drax's face, half-smothering him and throwing him to the floor. Star-Lord and Iron Man have a brief dogfight until a magnetic disc pins Iron Man face-first to a structure.

Peter crawls backwards frantically from an anxious-looking Mantis. "AH! Whoawhoawhoawhoa! PLEASE DON'T PUT YOUR EGGS IN ME!" Spider-Man shoots webs at Mantis in a panic, pinning arms to her body just before Star-Lord flies at him feet-first, kicking him away.

"Stay down, clown!" Star-Lord can't quite counter spider reflexes at first; he fires at Spider-Man, who extends his spider legs and leaps away, but an electric-like cord wraps around Spider-Man and his six new legs when he tries to attack, sending him rolling across the deck.

"Stay away." Kat growls, throwing Peter Quill away.

"What the-" Quill gasps. 

Drax struggles with the Cloak of Levitation. "Die, blanket of death!"

Iron Man pulls free of the magnet; the Cloak pulls free of Drax as soon as Iron Man has a bead on his opponent and a foot on his torso.

Quill shoots mutilple times at Kat, knocking her off-balance, and throwing her at the wall. Peter charges at him, but Star-Lord quickly has Spider-Man in a head-lock, gun pointed at the smaller man's head.

Doctor Strange has a mystical shield of golden energy up, and stands ready at the third point of the triangle. Mantis has struggled to her feet behind Star-Lord, still covered with webbing. Kat flies in, armed with silver energy balls. 

"Alright, everybody, stay where you are... chill the F out." Star-Lord powers off his helmet. "I'm gonna ask you this one time. Where's Gamora?"

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

"I'll do you one better. Why is Gamora?" Drax growls from under him.

"Tell me where the girl is, or I swear to you, I'm gonna French-fry this little freak." Quill presses the gun to Peter's head.

"Let's do it! You shoot my guy, I blast him. Let's go!" Tony extends his nano-tech cannon, looking uncannily like an electric shark about to eat Drax's face.

"Do it, Quill! I can take it." Drax says, as Kat slowly lifts up the planet.

"No, he can't take it!" Mantis yells. 

"She's right. You can't." Strange deadpans.

"Oh yeah? You don't wanna tell me where she is? That's fine. I'll kill all three of you and beat it out of Thanos myself. Starting with you." Quill snarls.

"You kill my boyfriend, I'll blast the hell out of this planet." Kat smiles sadistically, as the planet begins to shake around.

"Is she doing this?" Drax asks.

"Yeah." Tony sighs. "Kid. I need you to calm down. Keep a hold of the planet though." 

Kat slowly lets the planet stay still.

Strange tries to inject clarity and sanity into the situation. "Alright, let me ask you this one time: What master do you serve?"

"What master do I serve? What am I supposed to say? Jesus?" Quill scoffs.

Tony slowly gets it. "You're from Earth?"

"I'm not from Earth. I'm from Missouri." Peter snaps.

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

Peter sounds slightly crushed. "So, you're not with Thanos?"

"With Thanos?! No, I'm here to kill Thanos! He took my girl-" Peter indignantly starts. "Wai- who are you?"

Peter de-helmets. "We're the Avengers, man."

"Oh. Who's that little freak who can lift a whole fucking planet?" Quill points to Kat.

"Also an Avenger." Kat replies.

"You're the ones Thor told us about!" Mantis gasps. 

"You know Thor!?" Tony asks. 

"Yeah. Tall guy, not that good-looking," Quill starts, as Peter gives him an incredulous look. "needed saving."

"Where is he now?" Strange asks.

"I don't know!" Quill fires back, as the planet tilts dangerously to one side.

"Alright, let go of the planet." Tony orders. "If you know how to destroy a planet, it's not going to be good."

"If you know how to destroy a planet, it's not going to be good." Kat mocks.

"Alright, let's explore this place." Strange says.

Quill measures the planets gravity. "The heck happened to this planet? It's eight degrees off its axis. Gravitational pull is all over the place." In the background, Mantis is jumping joyfully in a low gravity spot. "Besides the girl."

"Yeah, we got one advantage. He's coming to us. We'll use it. All right, I have a plan. 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." Tony orders. 

Drax yawns.

"Are you yawning? In the middle of this, while I'm breaking it down? Huh? Did you hear what I said?" Tony snaps.

"I stopped listening after you said, We need a plan." Drax says.

"Okay, Mr. Clean is on his own page." Tony sighs.

"See, 'not winging it' isn't really what they do." Quill says.

"Uh, what exactly is it that they do?" Peter says.

As fiercely as an 8-week-old kitten, Mantis says. "Kick names, take ass."

"Yeah, that's right." Drax agrees quietly as he settles into a stance facing the remaining Avengers.

Tony pauses with an expression of deep hopelessness. "Alright, just get over here, please. Mr. Lord, can you get your folks to circle up?"

"Mr. Lord. Star-Lord is fine." Quill motions to Drax and Mantis.

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

"Dude, don't call us plucky. 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." Quill says, as Peter follows the conversation back and forth like a squash rally, Kat walks next to him, clutching his hand.

"Tell him about the dance-off to save the universe." Drax says.

"What dance-off?" Tony asks.

"It's not a... it's not... it's nothing." Quill shrugs. 

"Like in Footloose, the movie?" Peter asks eagerly.

Quill excitedly turns to Peter. "Exactly like Footloose. Is it still the greatest movie in history?"

"It never was." Peter shakes his head. Quill frowns sadly at him.

"Did we watch Footlass?" Kat asks.

"Footloose. And, no, we were supposed to watch it tomorrow." Peter gently corrects.

"Ah." Kat nods.

"Don't encourage this, alright?" Tony snaps. 

"Okay." Peter nods.

"We're getting no help from Flash Gordon here." Tony sighs.

"Flash Gordon? By the way, that's a compliment. Don't forget, I'm half human." Quill points at Stark and Parker. "So that 50% of me that's stupid? That's 100% you. And then the freaky girl, I have no idea."

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

"I'm enhanced. I think I'm 50% human, 50% science/magic." Kat says.

"Excuse me, but... does your friend often do that?" Mantis asks, pointing to Dr. Strange.

Dr. Strange is sitting cross-legged, floating slightly above the ground, his hands poised in a mystic gesture with the Time Stone glowing brightly in the Eye of Agamotto setting. Green vapor-like energy flows from the stone, and more intricate magical energy patterns circle Dr. Strange's forearms. The Cloak of Levitation flows behind him as if the Stone is creating a strong breeze. His eyes are closed, and his head is jerking rapidly from side to side, the motion blurring, but resembling looking for something.

"Strange, we alright?" Tony asks, as the others crowd around. Dr. Strange snaps out of his trance and falls forward, letting out a cry.

"You're back. You're alright." Tony assures.

"Hey, what was that?" Peter asks.

Strange pants. "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 asks. 

"14,000,605." Strange says.

"How many did we win?" Tony questions.

Dr. Strange stares intently at Tony for a moment. "One."