The room was already filled with people when we got there, including Rogers, who was standing in the corner with a funny look on his face. I shook my head faintly. I really hated his beard. It didn't really look good on him, but then, who cares what I think? I smiled ruefully, and ignored the dude as best as I could with Loki wearing a stupid little smirk. I smacked him in the arm discreetly. Wanda's eyebrows shot up and I winced, guessing it hadn't been too discreet.

"So." Tony started, his eyes flitting over the room and checking if everybody was here. He was fidgeting with something metal in his hands, looking entirely cool except for that constant fidgeting. That man desperately needed a fidget-spinner. "What's our game plan?"

"We have talked to Thanos's children," Okoye said, holding her body ramrod straight. "They are not willing to help us."

"They would rather die than be held captive," T'Challa murmured, voice distant. "I admire their conviction, even though they are our foes."

"Well, that's not gonna help any of us." Rhodes retorted, arms crossed. "What else do we know about where Thanos is, right now? Is there any more of the Black Order? What do we do with the ones we have?"

Heads turned to me, and I shifted my feet, uncomfortable in the spotlight.

But I had to deal. It wasn't like I was going to escape just because it got embarrassing. And mortifying. Loki Me kissing Steve played in a loop in my mind, and I shuddered. And tried to get a grip.

"Thanos is probably heading towards Knowhere, for the reality stone." I pursed my lips, holding back a wince. "And there is one member of the Black Order left, and...alsoanarmyoffacelessaliens." I rushed, wishing I had told this to someone else before dropping the bomb. I had no idea how people would react.

Several variations of what the fuck echoed through out the room.

"An army of faceless aliens," Strange repeated, eyes narrowed. "How many?"

"Um, not too many for you guys to handle." Yeah, that sounded like a crappy answer. But how was I supposed to know? The movie didn't give us a statistic, for god's sake.

"So you don't know the exact number," Bruce remarked, looking highly nervous. He scratched at his forehead. "When?"

I hesitated. Wow. I did not know a lot of things. "As soon as they realize we won?"

"Wakanda is in danger," T'Challa muttered, then murmured something in Okoye's ear. She nodded curtly, then left the room.

"Um, by the way," I started, jamming my hands in my pocket. "We also kinda need to split up. We have to get to Knowhere before Thanos does."

"We are not splitting up," Rogers shook his head immediately, setting his jaw. "We have the most power if we meet Thanos on our homeground, all of us together."

"But we can't let him get his hands on even a single stone," I protested, my eyes focusing on somewhere behind Steve's serious look and serious face. "It would all be over then."

"Since when do we operate on strategies from sixteen year olds?" Natasha remarked, her tone cold but not cruel, and I flushed, my hand fiddling with the slingring. I didn't bother telling her she got my age wrong.

"Since I exist," I replied instead, trying to clear all emotion from my voice.

Natasha's eyes narrowed and she opened her mouth to retort but then Tony cleared his throat.

"Look, I get that you all have doubts about her age and reliability, but she was right about the Black Order. And Thanos. I can't imagine what would have happened if we hadn't been forewarned. So let's talk about this." He gave a faint shrug. "I don't like the idea of splitting up either, but I think it's necessary."

And what happened was very chaotic.

I generally stayed out of all the debate, just answering questions to the best of my ability and mostly failing to clearly answer. I watched, along with Loki-who was strangely silent- as people talked and argued and talked. They changed their minds then changed it back and then switched sides all together, and it was pretty fascinating, how they were all clearly civilized sophisticated people who were wonderful at speeches but happened to be also good at fighting so that was what they did for a living.

If we were just debating with Thanos, he wouldn't even have a chance.

In the end it came down to again, Rogers versus Stark, a confrontation everyone was subtly trying to avoid. They tiptoed around it and twitched whenever someone raised their voice and finally, it was so obvious that the two of them looked equally exasperated.

And there was a lull in conversation, lingering silence that demanded words to be spoken. So I was startled as much as everyone else when Loki stepped forward. He raised his chin, bored but still serious.

"The reality stone represents reality," Loki started with a wave of his hand, showing us an illusion of the crimson red Aether. "As it possesses the power to bend the very laws of reality and magic. If Thanos retrieves it, he will be able to contort reality so that the world you will be in, will not be your world. You will be made to fight your friends, confront your worst demons, and you will never be able to escape your own personal hell for it is your reality, impossible to step out of." He flashed his infamous fake-grin. "You will lose, and I will watch."

I stared. Wow. Nice evil monologue. Wait. I blinked, cleared my throat. "Uh, what he's trying to say is that if we don't get the reality stone before he does, we will lose. And he will die with us."

"That's not what-"

"So," I turned to Rogers, thought better and shifted my head towards Natasha. "Have you changed your mind?"

A moment of pause. I pushed down the urge to squirm in my shoes.

Steve tilted his head, exchanged a look with Natasha, and nodded. "Fine."

Yes! Loki was surprisingly helpful for once! "Great," I said, with a grin. "So, who wants to go to Space?"

Steve and Stark's hands raised in the air, and they blinked at each other, seemingly shocked that they had for once agreed to do something.

"I've always wanted to go to Space," Stark commented, looking at Rogers like what's your excuse?. Rogers set his jaw, but didn't say anything.

Strange sighed. "I'll go with them."

I made a face. "So four white men with beards? No diversity whatsoever?"

"It's three white men, and there is diversity in..." Tony trailed off. "Maybe Valkyrie will come with us?"

Tony and Valkyrie hadn't exactly hit it off from the beginning, but during dinner he had been equally terrified and fascinated by the warrior. I kinda thought he had a slight girl-crush on her.

"She left to check on the Asgardians," I answered, and shook my head. "Well, there will always be Vision to remind us that a robot got in the team before an Asian person." I glanced at him. "No offense, dude."

"None taken," Vision replied lightly.

I flashed an easy grin at Tony. "And it's four. Not three. Although Loki doesn't have a beard."

Loki raised his hands with his palms outward, in a way that did not seem like he was volunteering. He looked appalled. "I am not going."

"Yes you are," I retorted. "You're the one who knows how to fly a spaceship."

"But-"

"Nuh-uh. You owe me. You never finished that bet, by the way."

"...But I don't want to die."

"Neither do I." I beamed at him. "But I'm still going."

"You're going?" Rogers asked in a strangely high-pitched voice and I nodded, never looking at his face.

"Yup. I'm the only one who knows what's going to happen when we get there, and I will not tell anyone. So I'm going."

"Great," Loki muttered in a low voice that carried to just everyone. "Stuck with you and him in the middle of space."

I flushed, which was outrageous because I hadn't even kissed Steve Rogers. Loki had. I mean, if I had kissed him, at least I would have a memory of kissing Captain fucking America, but all I had was a creepy memory of watching Loki Me kiss him. It was tainted.

"What?" Wanda asked, looking confused, and I had the mind to actually blurt out Loki did it. But Rogers-I am not comfortable with calling him Steve at this point- beat me to it.

"It's nothing."

I rolled my eyes vigorously. If that was the way he wanted to play it, fine. Let's just drown in a sea of awkwardness.

"So the five of us will deal with Thanos, and the rest will deal with the alien army. Cool." I flashed a very fake-smile. "Can we go sleep now?"

Apparently not. Apparently there were so many details to hammer out before we just hopped on a spaceship. So I, who had no control over anything, just trod back to my room while the quote-unquote adults talked.

Loki counted as an adult, surprisingly, and I left him there with an ashen look on his face. I was pretty sure adults talking, was just adults threatening Loki. But ha. Serves him right.

I got to my room, found a phone charger, and plugged in my phone for the first time in a month. I was literally shaking with anticipation. I hadn't been able to use my phone since forever. I wasn't exactly a phone addict, but I was something close to that and I-

Ooh. The screen lit up.

There were hundreds of missed calls and texts. I scrolled endlessly, and was weirdly heart-warmed by how people had apparently tried to find me. I knew I still had to talk to Stark and Strange in person about everything, but for now I felt warm and fuzzy inside.

There were also a lot of texts from Peter Parker. Aw. That dude was so cute. I read the ones that said WHERE R U? and the ones that went Mr. Stark and Dr. Strange are fighting again:( and finally, everyone's in Wakanda...i miss u.

Oh god. I faced two options. I could either just ignore his texts, or I could...portal to New York and sneak him in the spaceship in the morning. I scrunched up my face. Peter was awfully cute, and I knew he could hold his own in a battle, but the thing I worried about was...Stark.

Oh, he would be so mad. He had tried to dissuade me from going, talking about how dangerous and life-threatening it was going to be before I left the room, and I could only imagine how he would react when he realized Peter was going too.

Which was why it would be important for me to hide that fact until we were out of orbit.

Wow. I had already made up my mind, halfway through that train of thoughts.

Meet me in front of Stark Tower at 12, I texted after a moment of hesitation, checking the clock. It was eleven thirty. Plenty of time yet. I dropped the phone on the bed, and went to take a shower.

The night was crisp and cool, and I enjoyed the gentle breeze on my face as I spotted Peter Parker, standing on the sidewalk with a backpack casually slung over his shoulder. The Spiderman suit was probably in it. I stepped towards him, brushing my hair away from my face and breathing the chilly air in.

"Hey," I tossed out, and Peter turned around, a nervous grin plastered on his face. I smiled. "I'm ba-"

He hugged me firmly and left me mildly surprised, only to reciprocate a moment later. Koreans didn't hug. They didn't do anything particularly physical, but this...this was nice. No. I was hugging bloody Spiderman. It was beyond nice.

"Hi," Peter stepped back, face delighted. "Where've you been? Does Mr. Stark know you're here? What's going-?"

I sighed in mock tiredness, raising a hand to stop him. "It's a long story. Loki dragged me to Sakaar-which is an alien planet- and we got back like a few hours ago. And Mr. Stark," I exaggerated, grinning, because I had always teased him for calling Tony Mr. Stark. The dude had a horrible case of hero-worship. And as always, Peter blushed at the tease. "Does know. I've been to Wakanda, too."

He frowned. "What is going on in Wakanda? Mr. St-Tony didn't tell me anything. He just said there was something he had to take care of, and then the Stark Tower and the sanctums were all empty."

I winced. Tony really should've told Peter more than that. But, it did make sense. Stark had wanted Peter away from all the danger. I suddenly felt a stab of guilt for what I was about to say to him. But, well, guilt has never steered me away from doing something.

"Peter," I said, putting on a serious look, and grabbed his arm. "The something Tony has to take care of is Thanos."

"What?" His forehead wrinkled, his curly hair sliding into his eyes. I pushed down the urge to flick it away, and set my lips in a line.

"He's an alien, and he wants to take out half the universe, which is why we have to stop him. Tony and some of us are going to space to do that, and the rest will stay in Wakanda to defend Earth from Thanos's army." I breathed in slowly. "...Do you want to help?"

"Is-is it dangerous?"

"Dude. We're going to space to fight an alien. Of course it's dangerous."

He cracked a wry grin at that and I smiled back, softly this time. "I'm not pressuring you to do anything, Peter. I'm just giving you an option, because you're an awesome fighter and I would appreciate having your help. So-"

"I'm in," Peter answered immediately, and I blinked, recoiling.

"Don't you need to think about it?"

"I did, but I already know I'm going to regret if I don't do this." He paused, then nodded reassuringly. "I'm definitely in. Let's boldly go where no man has gone before."

He grinned at me in a way that told me he knew I knew that reference, and I rolled my eyes, endeared and at the same time annoyed that he was right. We were such nerds.

"Well," I said, looking at him with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "We still need to sneak you onto the ship, dork. So here's the plan...

A/N: TOO MANY PEOPLE! I CANNOT WRITE THIS MANY PEOPLE! AGH!

...sorry for the outburst but god it's hard. so...thanks for still sticking by this fic.

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