AN: Hi, me again. Please review - I have no idea where to go with this story and I don't feel like abandoning it. Anything, seriously. Do you think I should take it to the Batman and Robin fandom?

(15 June, 2017)

"Huh?" That was the first thing that was said. A vast silence, then, huh? "Budda! What the heck happened?!" Jack screamed. "I don't know! All I know is that suddenly we were in space!"

"We're all gonna die!" Screamed the ever melodramatic Jazz. "Shut up, Jazz. No, we will not die! Budda, get us out of here!" Jack said imperiously. "Err...jack, we're in space. I'm not sure I can drive through space."

"Shut up and do it, non-believer!" Budda shrugged, and stepped on what he thought was the acceleration. And then the stars, which had been bright dot's in the sky, became long blurred lines. All of the students were thrown back into their seats as the bus shot towards...somewhere. Budda was sure he was steering somewhere.

Somewhere turned out to be another spaceship. The blurred lines had disappeared and they popped into existence on a spaceship. Budda could drive a tractor. He could drive a quad bike. He could not drive a bus throughout the narrow halls of a spaceship. So when sparks shot up as the bus screeched against the walls, he panicked. A little bit. Deep inside. But he swung the steering wheel around and careened down the hallway. Of course, there was a turn. And so he hit the brake with all his might, and just before the bus could crash into the wall, it stopped. Albeit with horrible screeching of the wheels, and sparks flying everywhere. But he stopped the bus. And everybody kinda collapsed. "Never...again."

"Budda! Why? Why? Why? Why?! WHY?!" Were only some of the accusations, curse words and disbelief flying round the bus. "Guys! Don't tear into Budda! He did good. Now we aren't in outer space anymore." Jack said, a big smile on her face. "Like this is any better."

"Wait a minute, where's the old man? I'm sure he was here somewhere."

"Naw, he fell out of the bus back when we were on earth, man. I accidentally opened the door when Budda made that killer left turn, and he flew out."

"Well, this way, we at least know somebody's gonna look for us."

Peter Quill was having a very bad day. It hadn't started off badly, but when the school bus decided to teleport into his ship, it took a turn for the worse. What kind of idiot pirates would use a teleporting school bus for transport? Honestly. "Rocket, Groot, go take care of this."

"Groot."

"Why us? Why not Gamora? She can do it just as well as us."

"Coz Gamora is busy trying to fix our security system. Which you broke in our last battle." Peter pointed out. Rocket didn't have to pay for it himself, but he could sweat and bleed a little. "Fine."

Rocket growled, before stomping out.

"Oi! You pirates! You're in for it now. Just whose spaceship did you decide to teleport into? Peter Quill's! God. You should have had better sense." But before he could begin to fire off his guns, the door slammed open. "Aliens! We come in peace from planet Earth. Please do not destroy our school bus, or kill us, coz that'd be pretty problematic." Jazz was standing in the doorway. Jazz, who was 150 cm tall. "Aw cripes, it's a little kid!"

"Umm.. Actually, I'm 14." Jazz said. "What?! I don't believe it. No way are you 14."

"I am too!"

"Are not!"

"Am too!"

"Are not"

"Am too!"

"Ugh, never mind. What are you doing on our spaceship, exactly?" Rocket asked, impatiently tapping his foot on the floor. "Well...first we were going to school, then the bus driver had a heart attack, so Budda pulled him out and started driving, then he accidentally drove the bus into outer space, and then we drove into your space ship thingie." Jazz said this all so quickly it sounded like one mutated word. "Er... You can explain to Quill." He grabbed Jazz's arm and pulled her away, yanking her to the lounge room.

"Quill! They aren't pirates." Peter Quill turned, eyebrows raised, only to see a kid nearly as small as Rocket. "Hello! I am Jazz, and we of Opal Town, Australia, Earth come in peace." She said, smiling as she said this. "Do you now? Rocket, if they aren't pirates what are they?"

"School kids. She gave some sort of explanation, but I couldn't hear it properly. So now she will explain to you." Rocket shoved Jazz forward. "Okay, well. First we were in a bus, being driven to school, but then the bus driver had a heart attack or something like that so Budda pulled him out of the seat and started to drive the bus himself. I accidentally opened the door and poor bus driver fell out. Then Budda drove the bus into outer space, somehow. Then I got Budda to drive the bus a little bit more and we ended up teleporting here." Quill's eyebrows, which had been continuously raising for the past minute, found it could not raise any further. "So...how many kids have teleported into my ship?"

"Fourteen."

Peter groaned.

(15 June, 2017, Earth)

"So you're telling me fourteen kids and one bus just disappeared?"

"That is exactly what I'm telling you, Stark. Disappeared without a trace. And right after the terrigen bombs. We think it's extraterrestrial - the old bus driver kept babbling about lights and evil children and space. This was after he was thrown out of a moving bus while having a heart attack, by the way. So find info on these kids, because fourteen kids-"

"And one bus."

"Going missing is going to cause a stink in the media." And with that, Nick Fury turned on his heel and stalked to the elevator. Tony turned to look up at Pepper. "What do you think the first step is, Pepper?"

"I'd investigate the families. And then send out a call to the Guardian's. Just because space is kind of their territory."

"So in other words, investigate fourteen hysterical families and then grovel to those stuck up bastards just to find fourteen missing kids-"

"And one bus."

"That may or may not have taken their school bus for a space joyride." Tony said disbelievingly, staring up at Pepper. "Or, you could just dump it on Steve." Pepper suggested mischievously. And Tony's face split into a grin. "Steve, c'mere!"

"Yes, I know you miss her. So where was Jazz the night before the bus incident?"

"S-she said s-she was g-going o-o-over to h-her J-Jack's p-place." Jazz's mother sobbed into her hankerchief. Steve finally got it. While Jazz said she was going over to Jack's place, Jack said she was going over to Budda's place. Whoever Budda was. And Budda was going over to Skittles place. The names here seemed surreal. But Skittles was going to Jazz's place. It was like a loop of lies. Whatever they had done the night before school, it probably wasn't legal. It had also probably been outside, since there weren't any abandoned warehouses n the middle of the bush. So he decided to sweep the area surrounding the town. And he hit the jackpot.

'What?"

"You heard me. A giant fire. Massive. Three meters in diameter."

"That is a big fire. So why would they make a fire? A bonfire?"

"Last day of summer holidays, wanted to cut loose, roast marshmallows and get sugar high. That's why they decided to build a massive fire. I expect those pyromaniac twins had something to do with it. They had a record of arson, admittedly on their own property. So we have fourteen kids outside when the bombs hit. Now we have one last problem. Fourteen kids and-"

"And one bus." Tony said in a monotone. He was sick of that bus. "Well, we could always interview the old man again."

"You just want to put off going to the Guardian's, don't you?"

"Maybe definitely yes." Steve sighed. Tony was too immature sometimes.

(15 June, 2017, Space)

By now, the others were very worried. Jazz had been gone for fifteen minutes, but to excited teenagers forced to sit on a bus that felt like fifteen hours. "I vote Jack goes." Josephine said. "I second!" Said her twin, Joseph. "me too." Skittles said quietly. "Ugh, fine, we'll go." Jack said. "We?" Joseph asked. "Me and Budda, of course. Duh." Everybody nodded. Of course Jack and Budda were together. They had been since they were one and a half years old, for gods sake. And so Jack threw open the bus door and raced out, Budda following half-heartedly.

"Am too!"

"Are not!"

"Am too!"

"Are not!"

"Am too!"

"There is not way she is fourteen." Quill said to Rocket, who nodded. "Give us Jazz back, you vile space bastards!" Jack shouted. She was smiling the whole time. "Gawd! Not human!" Quill yelled. Budda finally got there. It wasn't Jack was fast. She just had a bigger step. Way bigger. "Ugh." He said. "Budda say's hello, jeez, slow down, Jack. Oh, and give us back Jazz." Everybody stared at the other kid who had burst into the room. He just shrugged.

(16 June, 20170

"Hi? Star Lord? Yeah, this is Iron Man. I'm gonna sound real dumb and ask if you've seen fourteen kids-"

"And one bus!"

"On an intergalactic joyride." Tony winced, waiting for the hysterical laughter, only to find dead silence. "Yes, we have." Star Lord said in a monotone. "Oh, well, didn't think so - wait, what?!"