Peter was in my room, Rogers were giving the team a pep talk, and my head was feeling incredibly heavy.

I had never dealt well with pressure or stress, but that hadn't been the reason why I had stayed up for the night with Peter. It was because the Wi-Fi in Wakanda was amazing. And the TV was 3D and huge. Peter had fallen in love at first sight with it.

It had been a fun night. Still, I had gotten zero sleep, which was why I was feeling like someone had repeatedly hit me in the head with a hammer. I was barely listening to what the Cap was saying. Something about duty and differences and blah blah-

Someone nudged me in the arm, and my head shot up.

"Wha?" Woah. I had dozed off in middle of his speech. Wanda raised her eyebrows at me by my side, and I realized everyone was frowning at me, except for some who looked somewhat amused. I rubbed a hand over my face. "Sorry," I whispered to her. Cap was still ignoring me steadily.

"-not taking any chances. We are the last line of defense. The universe hangs in the balance and it is down to us, to save it." He nodded. "Let's do this."

I discreetly slapped myself on the face, feeling stupid. Yeah, I should have slept. But no, I didn't. And there was no changing that. I started staggering back to my room like a drunk zombie with two left feet. I hoped Peter felt better than me. Ugh, who was I kidding, he's Spiderman. Of course he would feel better than-

A person tapped my shoulder and I yelped, startled. I whirled around, my hands raised, and-

Oh. Wanda had nudged me again. "Hi," I said, lowering my hands and again, feeling stupid.

She smirked knowingly. "Didn't get any sleep?"

"Um, yeah." I wrinkled my nose. "But it wasn't because I was too excited or something, though."

"If you say so." She patted my arm, then her face turned to a serious tone, her eyes hardening. "Be careful out there, Regis. I know you can hold your own, but in battle there are no second chances."

"I know," I smiled faintly. "I'll be careful. You too, Wanda."

"I'm always careful," She replied cheekily, then lightly punched my arm. "When you get back, you have to tell me all about dark and handsome."

"Uh, Loki?"

"Yup. I know he invaded Earth and killed a bunch of people, but," She scrunched up her face. "He's hot."

I grinned widely. "I'll make sure to tell him that."

"Oh, don't you dare," Wanda warned, but her lips were twitching, and we waved each other byes as I reached my room. Wanda walked away, and I stared at her back, sighing. I wished I could stay here. I wished I didn't have to launch myself head-first into another life-threatening adventure.

I know I had always wanted this kind of life for myself, but I hadn't really thought it through. Yeah, it was thrilling at first, but there was too many down-slides. It was a roller coaster of emotions, and I wasn't exactly the best person to deal with emotions. The memories of Heimdall reared its head in my mind and I pushed it back, refusing to face it.

Okay. Everything was going to be fine. I was going to have fun, and I was going to have it wildly.

I raised a fist to knock on the door and-

Someone pushed me deliberately and I yelped, for the second time in like five minutes, spinning around with my back hitting the door. My breath hitched as I faced-

"I hate it when people jump out at me," I gasped, but Natasha Romanoff looked unimpressed, her arms crossed and eyes cold.

"Who are you?"

"Uh, I'm pretty sure Tony introduced-"

"Regis Lee does not exist. Neither does Eunseo Lee."

My mind was whirling around, feeling suddenly threatened, although I knew that I had no reason to be. Well, aside from the assassin-turned-superhero staring at me.

When I couldn't reply, Romanoff narrowed her eyes.

"I don't trust people I don't know."

"Neither do I." I blurted out, and wondered why the fuck I said that. She seemed to be wondering the same thing, but her eyes slid down to where my hands were concealed in the jacket pockets. I bit the inside of my cheek, trying to straighten up. I wasn't just going to stand here and be terrified by a gorgeous deadly woman. I mean, she had every right to be suspicious, but it wasn't like I was evil.

"What did you say to Captain?"

"Um, what?"

"He has avoided anything to do with you blatantly. It seemed as we had all underestimated you, when we first met."

I winced. "I'm pretty sure Cap avoiding me, has nothing to do with me and everything to do with Loki."

She stepped forward suddenly, making me flinch. "Speak clearly," She said in a low voice, and I cringed. Okay. That was it. Interrogation time, over.

I flicked my wrist and Natasha stumbled back a few steps, her arms coming up to a fighting stance immediately. I raised my hands quickly.

"Ask Captain. He won't reply, because what happened was probably the most mortifying event of both our lives. I probably traumatized him." I slowly let down my arms, showing that I had no intent to god forbid, fight the Black Widow. "I don't like people crowding me, so sorry. And I don't care if you don't trust me even though I'm a really really big fan, because..." I paused. "I will never be a threat to you. Please believe that."

"How can I-"

"Take it up to Doctor Strange, or Tony, or Bruce. They'll testify on my behalf." I nodded. "Um, I gotta go. Nice talk."

Then I opened the door with sweaty palms, and escaped into my room with a racing pulse.

"How's it like, being with all these heroes?"

"Boring," Loki replied immediately. I waited for further response, and tilted my head when I didn't get any.

"Um, isn't it fun to be with all the people who once beated you up?"

He glared at me. "That isn't a word."

"What?"

"Beated is incorrect. It's beat."

"...I cannot stress this enough when I say whatever."

Loki looked at me distastefully that hid the amusement in his eyes, and Tony walked up the ramp into the spaceship, giving me a displeased look and Loki a wide berth. He was probably pissed that I had chosen to endanger myself again. I winced at what he would say when he found out Peter was currently hiding in the very small toiletry of the ship.

"The Orb remains on Earth, I presume?" Loki said, and I turned my head to look back at him.

"Yup. Wanda is going to try to destroy all of them, one by one. Well, except the time stone. Doc apparently has to protect it with his life."

"It is foolish of the sorcerer," Loki remarked, tone cold as always when he spoke of people he didn't like. I shrugged, feigning indifference. But I worried too, about the time stone and Strange's possession of it. He had denied and refused any attempt to leave it on Earth. Even when I had threatened him about his future, he had been utterly certain that he must have it on him.

So certain, that I was guessing that he had seen the future with it.

"Whatever," I said again, trying to grin carelessly. "This is going to be awesome. The start of our Space Pirate lives."

"I hardly think that Stark is going to like that."

"Well, no one here's my parents, so I dare to say that they don't have a choice."

Something flickered behind his eyes, a look of consideration and reproach. He hesitated, and when he found his words, he said them with careful deliberation. "You have lied to me."

I blinked, and was about to question him when a voice called behind the two of us.

"Let's go," Strange had probably portaled behind us when we hadn't been looking, being too lazy to climb up the ramp. I gave Wakanda-that was preparing for battle, so had no time for a big ceremony as they sent us off- a last good look before entering the spaceship with Loki by my side, the ramp closing behind us.

Loki strode directly to the pilot's seat, that was in front of the big area all the seats were located, kind of like the living room of the ship. There was a small hallway that lead left where the toilet was, and the stair down where the engine room was located. The way right lead to the bunkers and a small storage room where all our food and supplies were. I had mapped the place with Loki, who had taken one look at the whole ship and declared it beneath his level. But, unfortunately for him, he was still stuck with driving duty.

Tony sat himself on the co-pilot seat, looking with interest at all the buttons and gizmos that gave me a headache thinking about how intricate the whole thing was. Strange was sitting too, with his eyes closed and seemingly in a meditative state again. And of course, Rogers, with his tight suit on and his shield docked away in the storage room, sat next to him.

I really didn't want to sit down behind him and try to converse awkwardly, so I spun on my heels, and walked the short distance to the toilets.

I knocked, after checking no one was after me. "Peter," I hissed. The door opened slightly, and I could see his alarmed eyes fall back to relief when he saw it was me.

"Hey," He answered, opening the bathroom door so I could come in. It was small, with a shower that lead into another room where you could change, and he locked the room and we walked over to that other room.

"I'm slightly worried that Tony's going to have a fit," I confessed truthfully. Peter nodded, biting his lips.

"Me too."

Then our eyes met and we burst out in giggles, although we tamped it down so the adults wouldn't hear. There was something remarkably funny about this situation, that I couldn't help but blurt out-

"Loki kissed the Captain."

His face froze. "What?"

I laughed some more. "He kissed him. He kissed Steve Rogers."

He was looking more incredulous as the seconds went by. "How's he still alive?"

I immediately sobered, amusement washing away as quick as it had came to me. The story was funny until exactly that point. Then, it was just plain embarrassing. "Because he kissed him as me," I grumbled low under my breath, and he recoiled, not understanding. I sighed.

"Loki can do magic, and he wore an illusion, that made him look like me. So Cap thinks I kissed him. Do you see how that would make this entire trip so awkward? And-oh, don't you laugh," I whispered, and he tried to still his face mostly. Still, I could sense that he was on the verge of teasing me.

"That's-that's," He hesitated. "unfortunate?"

"It's just embarrassing." I whined, happy to have someone to complain to. "What do I do?"

"So the Captain thinks you like him?" I nodded. Peter made a face. "Then just tell him that wasn't you."

"But I don't want to talk about that ever again." I grimaced, scrunching up my forehead. "Also then Cap would be super angry at Loki and they would probably fight. I don't want that."

"...Huh. I hadn't thought of it from that angle." He opened his mouth to say something when the spaceship shuddered, the engine firing up as we rose off from the ground. Our eyes went wide.

"You should probably get back," He said urgently, and I nodded, wishing I din't have to. I sniffed.

"Hold onto something and don't get caught," I told him. "I'll try to stop anyone from going to the bathroom."

Our plan did entirely depend on no one wanting to use the toilet for half a day. But it was the only room safe enough and secluded enough. He nodded back, and I opened the door, and almost ran into Rogers.

"Sorry," I blurted, and a semi conscious part of my mind moved my body to close the door, slamming it shut behind me. I hoped it wasn't too obvious that I was hiding a teenage boy in the bathroom.

Rogers didn't look much surprised or suspicious, but he was still holding himself stiffly, like he was worried I might suddenly stab him. Or kiss him. I didn't know which was worse.

"You need to get back to the seats," He told me awkwardly. "Tony says it could be dangerous when leaving the orbit."

My mind flashed to Peter, in the bathroom. I hoped he would be okay. Well, he did have super-strength and super senses, so I did think he would be fine.

"Okay," I answered and moved to follow him back to the living room-god the name had stuck- but he didn't move. He paused, a hesitant look in his eyes.

"I think," He pursed his lips. "we need to talk about what happened."

Oh god. Oh wow. This was not happening. Right after I talked to Peter about it? Seriously? I could only hope he wasn't listening to this madness.

I smiled tightly. "No thank you," I replied, and he looked startled, or at least a bit wary.

"Yeah," Then he let out. "It might not be best to discuss this here."

I frowned. Okay, I think he interpreted my words wrong. I meant no thank you, ever. NEVER EVER.

I tried to say that in a sentence out loud but Rogers gave a little nod to himself, like he was deciding something. "Later. Okay," Then he turned and left me standing there with a stupid look on my face.

What the fuck had Loki told him?

It had been a few hours since we'd left Earth, and my body was still tense with tension from Loki and Peter and Rogers and whatever they wanted to do with me. Three conversations that I could never deal with sanely.

I sighed. I knew where to start, though. And I would have to start.

Loki was still looking out into space with a glare, like the universe had done him personal harm, and Tony and Strange were talking science quietly. Rogers was probably in the bunker, resting or doing whatever he did when he rested.

I sighed again unconsciously. I had wanted to go sleep, but how could I, when that dude was there?

But wow. Why was I so embarrassed? That was weird. I usually didn't care about that shit. It was slightly puzzling.

I covered my eyes with a hand, knocking my head back. I was so tired. I yawned, pawing at my mouth and closing my eyes when-

"Why don't you go to the bunker?" Strange was peering at me, eyes curious. I blinked away the sleepiness.

"Rog-The Captain's there," I mumbled, and I noticed with a glance that he hadn't missed the way I almost said his last name. Strange narrowed his eyes.

"Last time I checked, there were more than one bed," He replied, and I rolled my eyes.

"I'll be fine."

Tony and Strange exchanged a look, and for some reason that annoyed me into sitting straight, arms crossed defiantly. "I'll be fine," I repeated, the sleepiness easily turning to irritation.

"What is up with you and Cap?" Stark asked incredulously, and I groaned. Not this again. I turned my head to look at Loki, who was pointedly looking somewhere else. I glared at the back of his head.

"Nothing," I answered, loudly enough that Loki surely heard.

Tony raised his eyebrows, and I knew I had to change the subject before he delved even further. Luckily, I had the perfect topic. Which was not so lucky when you thought about it, but I wasn't thinking much.

"I have something to tell you," I said, and they frowned. I looked at them steadily. "Peter Parker's on board."

"...You're joking," Tony smirked and then his face stiffened as he realized I was not smiling. "What?"

"I told him about Thanos. I asked him to come. He did."

Strange opened his mouth, then closed it. "But how could've he-"

"I portaled him here, because I knew you wouldn't like it." I looked at Tony, who's face was stony, on the verge of anger. "So don't blame him." I said simply.

Then Peter edged out from the corridor. Oh, right. His super hearing.

"Hello, Mr. Stark." He mumbled, and Tony shot to his feet, his fists clenched.

"Peter," He growled. "Why are you-"

"I said don't blame him," I said petulantly, standing up too. I was suddenly growing mad, irritation turning to indignation in mere seconds."Peter can make his own choices. And I can make my own choices. Just because you're older doesn't mean you get to make them for us."

"Yes it does," Tony retorted, some emotion strong and heavy flashing in his eyes. "That's the whole point of adults and children. You're not rational enough to-"

"You're the one who's acting irrational right now!" I shot back, wanting to stamp my feet but recognizing how that would go against the entire point I was making. "What are you going to do, throw him off the ship?"

He glared, I glared, and Strange sighed. "You've thought this through, haven't you?"

"Of course I did," I said. "I'm rational." Okay, that was a bit childish.

"Fine," Tony ground out, still mad but having nowhere to vent it on. He turned to Peter, who was looking nervous but determined. "But if you die, I'll kill you."

Then he stomped away to god knows where-well the ship was small- and left the three of us standing awkwardly.

I slumped back on my seat, ignoring Loki, who was looking at us all with fascination like we were some subjects in a science study. "How can he kill you if you're dead," I muttered, too cross and too tired and much too childish to shut up. "That's irrational."

Peter looked at me for a moment, biting his lower lip, then turned and followed Stark to wherever he went.

I rolled my eyes, hurt but not wanting to show it. I instead turned to Strange, who was looking at me with half-annoyance, half-endearment. "Gonna leave me too?"

His look pierced into me, and not for the first time I wondered if he knew who I was, who I really was, just a girl out of her world who couldn't stop snarking even if her life depended on it. Who didn't really think much before she talked. Who cared so much it was better to seem as if she didn't at all.

"You're such a teenager," He murmured, then sat down next to me.

Well. That summed it up quite nicely.

A/N: May the fourth be with you:)