A/N I don't own the avengers or guardians or anything marvel related all I own are my OC's.

Graham's POV

"Well, that was a travesty." I said, folding my arms.

"That's putting it lightly." Amelia said, folding her arms as well.

"Well, we made it out." Frigga said, holding Janice.

"Yeah, but now we know that there's a whole team of people and trees and raccoons and weird bug ladies that are trying to kill us." I said.

"They're not trying to kill us, just capture us." Frigga said, I rolled my eyes.

"That doesn't make it any better." I said.

"I mean, it kinda does." Amelia said.

"Guys, I'm tired." Adelaida whined.

"I know, we need to find a place to bunker down in." Frigga said, Brenner nodded.

"Let's go." He said.

We walked along back alleys and occasionally a residential street, until we came across a nice B and B.

"Can we stay here?" Mista asked.

"It's worth a shot." Frigga said, she studied the architecture before saying,

"The place looks hundreds of years old."

And it did. The paint was peeling and the roof tiles looked like they were going to fall off at any second. The windows were crooked and it appeared to only be lit by candles.

"We have no money." I said, Frigga grinned, she pulled out a shiny gray card from her pocket.

"I nicked it from the black haired fellow who tackled you." Frigga said, smirking.

"You're so much like Uncle Loki." Mista giggled.

"I'd hope so." She responded.

"Well, do you think she'll by that we're Chris Quill?" I asked.

"Let's hope she doesn't check the name." Amelia said, I nodded.

We entered the room and the smell of mildew hit me like a lightning bolt. I stifled a gag and the 7 of us walked into the front parlor.

It was filled with pink floral print couches and chairs. The room was white and the brown mantle by the front desk was covered with a thin layer of dust.

"Hello." Frigga called out, peering into the room behind the desk.

An old lady emerged wearing a white night gown, her thin, gray hair in curlers. She smiled at us before asking in a croaky voice,

"How many rooms?"

"Just the one." Brenner said, Amelia shot him a look of disgust.

"It's better to stay together." He whispered to her.

Frigga handed the woman the card and the lady swiped it. She handed it back to Frigga before handing her a big, rusty key.

"Room number 102 dear." She said, retreating back into the room behind the desk.

We went through the only hallway branching from the front room. Frigga unlocked the door and we walked into a room as ghastly as the parlor.

I sat on the bed only to sink completely into it, and not in a good way. The bedsheets were plain white and the couch next to the two double beds was green with two purple stripes down the middle. The couch was itchy and was barely big enough to fit my torso.

Janice and Mista shared a bed as did Adelaida and Mista. Brenner turned to my cousin and me before sighing,

"One of us gets the couch, one the floor, and the other the bath-shower hybrid."

"I'll take what no one wants." Frigga said.

"I'll take whatever you don't want Brenner." I said.

Brenner made a beeline for the bath and I laid down on the couch, Frigga the floor.

"Hey, can I talk to you?" She asked after everyone else went to sleep.

"Sure." I said, turning my head to face her.

"Do you think all this is worth it?" She asked, "All the stealing and lying. Surely our family will find us."

"We don't know how long that'll take though."

"I know... it's just... I feel like we're doing the wrong thing."

"How so?"

"Well, I've stolen more things in the past week than I have my whole life. We don't have a consistent place we're staying at, and there's 3 kids we have to take care of."

"I see your point but, I feel like the ends justify the means."

"Well it's good that someone does."

"Yeah."

"Graham,"

"Yeah?"

"I hope you know that Mista and I were talking, and she thinks you're the coolest big brother to ever exist."

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Scott's POV

"Alright guys, the building's right there." I said, shifting from side to side.

"Nervous?" Tony asked, I nodded.

"We thought we beat them 14 years ago and now look at where we are. I don't want to come back in 14 years and do it all over again."

"We won't have to, Scott." Cap said, clasping my shoulder.

"Hopefully this'll be the last time I have to fight this stupid organization." Val said, leaning on her husband.

"One can only hope." Clint muttered.

"Guys, we're landing." Natasha called out, I braced myself for the battle that was about to come.

A/N Howdy y'all, I made a new cover! Sorry for the cliffhanger but I needed more time to work on the battle but I wanted to give you guys an update. Tell me which story line interests you the most right now , I'd love to see what you have to say.