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skigirl51: Is is Peter? I don't know... ;)


He should've been a king.

He should've been treated like a king. He was their savior after all. All thanks to him, they had all the resources they needed, without a chance of running out. Until their population moved past what happened and they grew again, reaching the same amount of people, and possibly more. When that happened, he wouldn't be there to save them, they would be on their own.

He should've felt like a king, but he didn't.

Sitting under his canopy, his throne was feeling very important. It simple, but it represented everything that he worked for. Simplicity. He looked out across the land, watching the orange sunset disappear below the horizon of orange sand. Everything was orange. It was a disgusting color, but it took time to get used to it. Besides, he didn't have much choice. He was inside the soul stone, after all, and it was orange itself.

Thanos took a moment to tear his eyes away from sunset and bring his gloved hand up in front of his face. Everything he had worked for came from the simple metal glove. Except it wasn't so simple. Each of the infinity stones glittered in the sunlight, bouncing off the metal and shooting out a million different directions.

He turned his palm towards him, and wiggled his fingers gently, feeling the flexibility. He never got a chance to truly admire the design of the gauntlet. It was sleek and smooth, and it fit around his massive hand like a second skin, like it was made for him. It was his destiny. It saved them all.

So he had done just that. Thanos had saved millions of planets, thousands of galaxies, billions and billions and billions of people. But had he ever gotten a thank you? Never. He was their king, their savior, and that was how they treated him. With disgust, and contempt. They didn't understand what he had done for them. They didn't see things from his point of view. And nobody ever would, because now, in his little shade, Thanos was completely and utterly alone.

Thanos shut his eyes, replaying every moment of his time on Earth. The silly heroes. They thought it had worked out in their favor. But every single one of his moves was a part of his plan. Even when they were on his home planet, and they had him trapped. The girl on his head, making him sleep, everyone else on his arms and legs, pulling off the gauntlet.

Then Quill had come, looking for revenge. Thanos understood, he had killed the love of his life. But what Quill didn't know was Thanos lost a piece of himself when he killed Gamora. It was just as painful for him. Of course, it wasn't Quill's fault. He was angry, and Thanos knew it was going to happen. He had planned it to happen that way. Then the rest of his teammates would blame the guardian, and he would get away scot-free, without them knowing it was his fault.

Everything that had happened was his fault. And he only had one regret. The one regret is always the biggest one.

Footsteps in front of him made Thanos open his eyes, focusing on the small person in front of him. Two identical buns were on the top of her head, small wisps of hair falling out of the sides. Her purple and red robe matched the highlights in her head, and small brown eyes contrasted the green skin as she started up at him.

She stared up at him, blinking slowly. "What did it cost?" She said in her perfect little voice. Thanos remembered everything. Taking her from her village, raising her, his undying love for her. That same love would never be returned, she had been sure to make that clear.

Thanos sat back, and little stood in her place. He shut his eyes, waiting to say the answer. He knew as soon as he would say it, she would disappear. He didn't want that. Not yet.

"Everything."

The voice that answered for him startled Thanos and he sat up, looking around. Standing next to young Gamora was the older one, the one he had sacrificed for the soul stone.

"Little one?" He asked confused, and the Gamora's grabbed each other's hand, taking one step closer to him.

"What did it cost?" They said in unison, and Thanos could only sit back and watch as they alternated answering, the younger Gamora starting.

"My mother."

"My friends."

"My village."

"My childhood."

"My freedom."

"My sister."

"Peter." The older Gamora finished, a single tear running down her cheek. Thanos stared open mouthed at the two versions of his daughter, not a difference between them. Always the same cold, quiet Gamora.

"I'm sorry, little one." Thanos said, reaching his regular hand out. The Gamora's stepped back, hand in hand. Thanos stood up, following after him, just out of reach. They had run out into the sand before they stepped backing away, and Thanos lumbered over them.

"Now you pay the price," the older Gamora growled, and slowly the two of them turned into dust.

"No, no, no, no!" Thanos yelled, swiping where they had previously stood, attempting to grab hold of them. He hand dropped and he fell to the ground, tears rolling down his cheeks. He sat in the sand, crying for a few minutes before suddenly stopping. That was enough emotion.

He stood up and walked back to his throne, dusting off some sand that had gotten blown up into his seat. He leaned back and admired the gauntlet again. When he looked into the time stone, he saw fractured pieces of Gamora sticking out in the reflection. This time, Thanos didn't even give it a second glance. He dropped his hand, letting the metal thunk against his throne.

He did what he was supposed to do. Without him, entire civilizations would be in peril. He was doing good work. And now, he genuinely believed it.

No matter what they thought, he was their king. And if they didn't believe it, he would make them. Eventually, they would all bow to him. They always would. In the end, he would be in charge. He would not be benevolent, he would be a dictator. Cruel, treating the people with disgust and contempt. Just like they had treated him. He was evil after all, the villain. He knew he was the villain, and he embraced it.

As Thanos looked out across the sand, into the sunset. Everything that had happened had been his fault. And he had no regrets.

He would be king.