Tony Stark

After mere seconds of flying Tony has fired what seems like hundreds of blasts at incoming enemies. The avengers had walked into an ant's nest, and they didn't even know it yet.

"Rogers, a little bit of back up please." Tony calls as he doubles back towards the jet and sees Romanoff and Steve running out into the hanger, followed by a confused Clint and bouncy Peter. Why couldn't that damn kid just stay home he thinks.

"Where on the ground." Steve says. Tony watching as he nails three of the weird space-human-ant-hybrid things with his shield. The aliens a weird cross between human and insect.

"Mr Stark Sir, what do I do." Tony hears from Peter as he blows up a cluster of the aliens. Tony wishes he could go after Alex himself, kill who ever is holding her captive, but without a way out of here, saving her would be worth nothing.

"I have a very special job for you Pete." Tony says slightly distracted as he flies through and under a wing of one of the alien ships, firing missile after missile at the aliens. "I want you to go find Alex." He finishes. Thinking if Peter can get in and out quickly, it will be faster getting out of this damn ship.

"Ok, on it." Peter says trying not to sound too excited as he runs towards the closest exit out of the hanger. A hall leading out of the hanger seeming to be unguarded for the time being as aliens flood from every other entrance.

"Are we sure about that?" Asks Steve questioning Tony's decision about Peter.

"Have more faith." Replies Tony, landing next to Steve on the hanger floor and killing three more aliens that come their way. Clint seeming to have improved on his reload skills, firing twice as many arrows as Tony remembers possible.

Thor above them, thunder seeming to appear from nowhere as his hammer strikes clusters of the aliens all at once. His brother Loki remaining in the back of his mind.

Alex Green's POV

"Let me out!" I scream, my hands banging over and over again on the bubble and my voice eventually becoming horse. I sigh and slouch back in the zero gravity, my back having nothing to lean on, which just sends me into a never-ending back flip.

I close my eyes and try not to dread my death as I think of all the things I would say to Tony if he were here now. How I'm so thankful that he didn't send me away to that horrible boarding school. How even though I know I annoy him most of the time and I'm sure that I'm a burden, that deep, deep down I'm sorry. That I know he probably never wanted a kid but ended up with me anyways.

How I'm sorry for making him worry, even if it were for just a second. How at my saddest times, I am thankful that he was there for me. To hold me when I was crying when I though the world itself was over. How I'm thankful for every single second of time we spent together.

How I secretly think Peter Parker, Spider-Man himself. Rumored to be Iron-Man's sidekick. Is actually really cute. I sigh and continue to flip into existence, my eyes closed and my arms and legs out wide, my shoe now on the brink of slipping off. But whats the point of day dreaming about boys, I may not even make it out of here to see my father again, the last of my family. Let alone get a boyfriend.

"Alex?"

My eyes shoot open at the sound of my name and I reach out to slide my hands along the sides of the bubble to slow me down. I stop and look to the door way.

"Peter?" I ask, looking at the Spider-Man suit. "Hey!" I say happy to see him. Slightly surprised as well. Remembering leaving him tied up in a control room.

I watch as he peels off his mask and looks at me with wide eyes smiling. "I can't believe I found you." He says walking over to the bubble and placing his hand up against it. I place my hand up against his and smile.

"Do you know how to pop this bubble?" He asks looking around the room.

"I think it may be a spell-" I say but my words are soon cut off by a small screech as I hit the ground, this time really landing on my back. All the air seems to leave my lungs and I stand there gasping slightly until Peter rushes over to help me too my feet. A leaver I hadn't seen before on the wall with no context to the bubble what so ever near it. But I guess that is the way to pop the bubble.

"Come on we have to go Mr Stark is waiting." He says pulling me up by my arm and slinging it over his shoulder like I'm injured.

I look around for my watch, the first thing coming to mind as I exit the bubble and see it still there, sitting in mid-air undisturbed. I reach for it but as I do it crumbles to pieces, the watch face smashed, the leather straps ripped and cut. The small pieces on the inside ripped apart.

There on the ground and in my hand lays the last pieces of my mother. Gone.

"Alex we have to go." Peter says pulling me away. "Now." He says more quietly.

I nod numb and let Peter pull me away. I stumble out of the room as my eyes linger on my watch, left on the floor of that lonely cell.

00

We stumble down the hall and as we do I look to see several weird looking insect-hybrid-people strung up against the walls by webs I know Peter stuck them there with. I un-sling my arm from his shoulder and run beside him as he leads me back to the hopefully the rest of the Avengers.

We go to make another turn right when Peter stops and slides up against the wall. I stop and listen and look to him when I hear the footsteps coming up the hall. The sounds of several sets of legs running up the hallway.

"There has to be another way." I whisper, huddled up against Peter, our arms touching slightly.

"I don't know any other ways out." He says, covering his head again with his mask. I look around while Peter frets about the incoming ant people and nudge him in the shoulder after looking down all the possible hallways.

"What about up there." I say pointing to the ceiling.

"What the vents?!" He says half surprised. I nod quickly, and I watch as Peter weighs out his odds.

Before I know it, I am being lifted into the vents of an alien space ship by Peter Parker, and following him as we shuffle through the ceiling on our way to find everyone else. Guards can be heard running underneath us and the thought of them finding me makes my bones turn cold.

Every few minutes we stop and pear down through a vent, Peter seeming to be following the only path he knows out of here by following the hallways bellow us. I stop and look back every few seconds, paranoid where being followed, but my nerves really don't seem to kick in until an alarm fills my ears and makes me jump.

Sirens echoing down the hallways and bouncing off the walls of the vents. The sound is coming from everywhere, and I have no doubt that people all over the galaxy may be able to hear it.

"Peter." I say but he can't hear me over the echo of the alarm. "Peter!" I say again more loudly, and I watch as he glances behind and looks at me.

"What's up." He says, seeming stressed. I don't blame him.

"Do you know where your going?" I ask, looking behind me once more, my shoe now seconds from slipping off as we crawl through the ceiling.

"Yeah, it should be just around this corner-" He says but he stops mid-sentence and sits still in the middle of the vents. "Can you hear that?" He whispers, and I try to listen carefully over the alarm but it's no use. I wait patiently behind Peter until I see him lift one arm pointed in the direction of the vents in front of us, his web-shooter ready.

"If anything happens, run." He says. But before I can say anything Peter launches himself at something in front of us, screaming a battle cry like it might be his last.

"Hey guys." Groans someone ahead of us that is definitely not Peter Parker.

"Mr Hawkeye!" Peter exclaims, climbing off of the man with bow. His faces scrunched up in pain.

"You must be Alex." He says peeking around Peter and looking at me. "I'm Clint." He says, and I nod back. What the hell is he doing in the vents.

"Do you know the way out, I got lost a while ago." Peter says obviously forgetting that I'm here.

"What?!" I shout. Leaning myself up against the wall of the vent. How could this even happen.

"Everyone is in the hanger, I was coming after you." Hawkeye explains pointing at Peter, "You've definitely taken your time." He complains just barley turning himself around in the vents. "Follow me-"

But before he has time to finish his sentence, I guess not all air vents are built to hold three people, and the noise we make crashing from the ceiling to the ground, is barely covered up by the alarms. Peters scream even more high pitched than my own.

I get to my feet and look around for my shoe, I know I should have tied the laces earlier. I look around in the remnants of the air vent but have no time before Clint is grabbing my arm and pulling me along the halls of the ship.

I really loved that shoe.

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