Hey, all. This fanfic is sort of my way to vent the waves of feels after watching the film. I created "Alice" years ago. In a way, she represents all of those who love Loki (I also simply just love how my OC developed)… So for those who read this, remember that. Also I must note THIS IS SPOILER MATERIAL. SPOILED AS ROTTEN EGGS WRAPPED IN A JOCK STRAP AND LEFT IN A HOT CAR FOR A MONTH. I've only seen the movie once so far. I can't quote too much as there was so much dialogue in the film, I can't quote everything. It's also fanfiction, so it shouldn't be right on the nose anyway.

Happy reading.

"I've got heat signatures in that crashed ship." Peter Quill announced to everyone on the craft. They had just arrived to Thanos' home world, Titan. His team of "Guardians" had been broken up and ripped apart. All he could think about was Gamora. He took her, and he was going to stop at nothing to get her back. If he still had his father's divinity, he would've been serving Thanos Burgers burnt to a crisp and served to his minions. Maybe they'd all get food poisoning and die… This was all fantasy talk, though. No Thanos BBQ. No Gamora anywhere in sight. He bet a million credits whoever was in that crashed ship had to know something. Those who remained were few; Mantis, Drax, and a human woman that by some inexplicable reason survived space: Alice. They found her along with Thor. He and his "gorgeous" arms were gone and took Groot and the raccoon with him. It was quiet without them, but at least he didn't have to hear a video game ringing in his ear for a while…

Alice stood behind Peter, furious, dark, intense steel blue eyes fixated on the crashed ship. Her jet black hair held back by a hair tie, some of it still lingered over her ears and heart shaped face. Though she was human, she was wearing what an Asgardian Valkyrie would wear, but with minimal armor. The edges were crimson red and the rest coal black. The only thing she wore that was Earth based was her strapless black steel toe boots; something her brother helped her out with. She could never part with his gifts. They meant too much. She sometimes wondered how much microscopic Earth soil is left between the creases. Likely not much. Her hands gripped the top of Peter's chair, the leather making a strained groaning noise.

"Any Thanos sized signatures?" She asked, her face still as stone.

Mantis could swear she could sense her fury from all the way across the room where she sat. "No, but we'll get 'em to talk." Peter assured, suddenly feeling heat on the back of his neck. It was intense like the hot Missouri sun blasting radiation on a sunburn. Alice's hand was glowing ember red, a consequence of an ability she was burdened with. Years ago she had been captured and forced into AIM's extremis project. Her body took to the treatment well. Too, well, actually. It didn't make her immune to risk becoming a literal human bomb, though. In a way, she was more, or as dangerous as the Hulk.

Peter turned his head, looking up at her with concern. "Hey cool it Jalapeño Pepper. You're making me sweat." Her focus returned inward to the ship, her expression shifting into a neutral one. She moved her hand away, looking down at her palm. "Sorry…" She sighed, watching the center of her palm returning to normal.

Landing the Milano only kilometers away, Peter put his mask on, his mindset adjusting for a lengthy fight. Guns up, the ship's door descended onto Titan soil. Drax stood with confidence, both hands balled up into fists. "Let's kick their glutes." He said with hype. Alice sported a long dagger with a black and green handle. Gripping it harder than necessary, she took in a deep breath and told herself to stay in control. There was no time for emotions to interfere. It was among one of the most difficult things she had to do. She was out for blood. She had no room for any other emotion.

She had to trust her rage.

Starlord was the first to fly in, blasting a hole in the ship as the rest of the group ran in. They jumped in and attacked the group. A flying cape swooped and attacked Drax. Mantis, being a peaceful being, surprised everyone as she went after the red one that shot out white string from their wrists. Alice went for the otherworldly one that used magic. Orange rings hovered over the man's hands as she leapt into the air, dagger in hand. She leapt off a metal bar for momentum, flying towards him. The Strange man dodged her attack. She fell off the platform and banged her head, hard, on a metal pipe. She saw stars, sitting there waiting for her body to heal herself. She had easily cracked her skull, but for only a moment. As the Extremis healed her body, the room continued to spin. Satisfied the woman was down, the Strange man with glowing hands focused his efforts on the others. Peter, Mantis, and Drax battled these strange men of Thanos, but then..

Then she saw him. In the suit. It had been ages since she saw him let alone one of his suits. Her eyes widened in realization. The massive headache subsided and a wave of relief eased her body, giving her a high potent enough for her to leap up out of the mounds of wires. "I don't believe it." She muttered silently.

"TONY!" Her desperate voice echoed through the ship.

His head turned in his suit, glancing down at the woman with confusion the same moment Starlord detonated a grenade directly next to him. Tony went flying, crashing into towers of supercomputers. His back had enough of this shit. He was becoming an old man. He reminded himself that once he got home he was going to research with Bruce on developing nano-bots that could repair DNA and reverse the aging process… Who the hell, lightyears from home, knew who he was?

Ears ringing, he could hear the woman demanding everyone to stop. Starlord demanded why. Dr. Strange made the connection first, seeing how Alice had retracted her blade. Without warning, Alice pulled Tony from the debris as the ringing finally stopped. Finally getting a good look at her, Tony recognized her almost immediately.

They shared similar charming features, after all.

"Alice, hi! Glad you could stop by! Sent you a wedding invite but I don't think it got through." He said almost chuckling as she didn't hold back her laughter, wrapping her arms around his metal frame. Her laughter slowly became tears.

"So NONE of you are with Thanos?" Peter asked for clarification, thoroughly confused.

"No, are you?" Peter Parker chimed, looking at Dr. Strange.

"How do we know you aren't?" Strange questioned, glaring over at Drax.

"They're not." Tony assured as he and Alice stood up, keeping an arm over her shoulder. "Doctor, meet my baby sister, Alice. She's not fond of rabbit holes, but she likes rainbow bridges. Not sure which one's worse." He said, only half smiling. Her being there was only a small comfort. It was also terrifying. It lead to a line of more questions than answers. If she was here, where was Thor?

They analyzed the planet and plotted on how to prevent Thanos from wiping out half of the universe's population. Strange meditated, both Peters reminisced Earth pop culture, Mantis bounced around in low gravity, and Drax watched. Quill had a lot to catch up with. Being told Footloose wasn't considered the greatest movie in history was only slightly devastating… Very devastating. He didn't care. It still was for him. No one else's opinion mattered.

Tony remained in his nano suit, but kept the helmet off for the time being. He sat on a large sandy rock with Alice, of whom was doodling in the sand with a stick. They faced away from each other as he worked on trying to clean up wounds on his face using virtually nothing. He hated grenades. She was quiet. Going off well educated guesses, the fact she had hitched a ride with the "Guardians" of the "Galaxy" (A hilarious notion), meant something big happened in Asgard.

He cleared his throat, feeling awkwardness settle into his stomach. Should he say something? Ask what's on her mind? Did he want to even open that can of worms? He didn't have much brotherly experience. Hell, neither of them knew the other existed 10 years ago. Back then, before Thanos ruined their lives, she was just a kid, a millennial aged "cousin" who needed to couch surf until she found a job. He gave her one, spite the fact she was no genius. They didn't find out for another few years how related they actually were.

Fuck it.

"So, how'd you wind up here, kid?" He finally spoke up, turning halfway around to look at the back of her head. "I'm all ears. Loki put too many snakes in the bed? Thor's drinking habit worse than mine?"

Her shoulders tensed hearing his name spoken so casually. Her body shuttered, her throat dry as she could feel tears welling in her eyes. Her breath was rapid, and her body temperature rose to a hot 105 degrees Fahrenheit. She said nothing. She needed to keep a lid on it if she didn't want to accidentally kill everyone. She took in a deep breath and held it.

She couldn't close her eyes.

Every time she did, it would replay over and over.

Why didn't she allow herself to die in space?

She had the chance.

"Alice?" Tony's voice pulled her back.

"Asgard is gone. It was destroyed, but that was before Thanos found us." She said, her voice dry and cracked like if she had been screaming all day. In a way she was. She had. "Thor's fine." Alice bit her lip, tears finally flowing down her cheeks. They evaporated off her face before making it to the ground.

"And Rock of Ages?" Tony pushed, turning around further until he was directly beside Alice.

She chuckled in exasperation, bobbing her head down. "That purple demon made us watch him. It was ages until I could reach him. I tried CPR. I even tried the magic he taught me." She could feel the familiar ache in her throat as she began to weep. There it was again. It replayed in her mind. Loki's entire body thrashing like an animal in desperation as his windpipe was crushed, eyes popping, bleeding out. His skin turning gray. No trickery. No illusion. Over and over this played in her mind.

So this must be what PTSD felt like…

Tony then worried for Pepper. Thanos would face the most gruesome of deaths if anything happened to her. If he touched her, if he ever so dared to look in her direction. "Al, I'm sorry."

"Don't give me that, I know you hated him." She snapped.

"I'm not fond of any murderers."

"Thanos was controlling him, that isn't who he is."

"Yeah, I get that now, but as far as I was concerned back then you stabbed all of us in the back. I taught you better. I gave you a life your stripper of a mom couldn't even dream of!" He huffed loudly, wondering why he said that. It was difficult having a sibling young enough to be his daughter. His family was truly a mess. He could feel curious eyes turning toward them.

Alice stood up looking down at Tony. "At least my actions didn't turn anyone else against each other." She frowned. He opened his mouth to speak, but she beat him to it. "I heard all of what happened between you and Evans; who killed our dad. You think I made a mistake? Look in the mirror."

The insensitive bitch award went to none other than Alison Stark. He gave her a stern look, his own blood beginning to boil. "You would've too if you had been there." He said in the calmest tone he could manage to make. It was getting harder to do with each passing moment. Alice shifted her feet and said, "I'm truly sorry about your mom, but I was in diapers when he was killed. Even if he had raised me I wouldn't have been so reckless." Tony jerked his head up trying to hold his tongue in frustration. Can she hear herself? "You're so full of shit, Alice. Don't tell me you didn't try everything in your power to avenge him." He lectured in an elevated tone.

"I had to be careful if I didn't want to get killed, too! If I did I wouldn't be standing here!" She pleaded.

He got on his feet and looked down at her. "If you think…"

"Hey, Wonder Twins, does your friend normally do this?" Starlord interrupted, pointing out Dr. Strange.

The man sitting cross legged in a meditative position. Green hologram spell bracelets hovered over his wrist as he used his time infinity stone. His head moved quicker than the human eye could keep up with. It was a blur. He remained in this odd state for several moments. He came back out of it. He had gone through time leaping through each timeline and scenario, trying to figure out how they could defeat Thanos. He was out of breath. Dread sat on his face, looking at everyone. How could he tell them? It was impossible. Grief stricken, he had no choice but to lie.

"How many of those did we win?" Tony asked.

He sighed. "One."

Everyone was silent. Alice closed her eyes with dread. "We're all gonna die." She said in a shaken voice. "You don't know that." Tony insisted. She harshly pushed past his shoulder, walking away. She was going to grieve her beloved somewhere quiet.

Everyone else began arranging plans on the next course of attack. They waited for him.