I have a meltdown half-way on to Titan, my head in my palms. Overall I think it's a nice freak-out, because it was very silent and discreet and nobody could have possibly guessed I was having one.

But the thing was, I felt like I should be a little less depressed.

I felt like I should be more angry, than sad. I felt like I should be angry at Thanos, some at Rogers, and most at the universe that dragged me into this situation. Heroes in all the movies I watched channeled their anger into something worthwhile, and always succeeded to bring about justice.

But all I wanted to do was crawl into a bed, any bed, and cry my eyes out about how unfair it all was.

I didn't even understand what I was feeling. I didn't have the time nor the peace to sort through all my memories and all my emotions, analyzing them with with a detached air I absolutely knew I couldn't pull off. I would just end up crying, with no idea why I was doing so.

My options were few and neither of them very good. Compartmentalize, or accept it all and start sobbing about wanting ice cream. I wanted chocolate ice cream. I wanted it really really badly.

And...yeah. It was pretty obvious which decision I should pick.

So I pushed all thoughts about ice cream, pain, and etcetera-annoying shit- down in a mental rabbit hole, boarded it with some posters of Halsey, and watched as Thanos's demolished home world grew closer.

Titan was desolate.

Why did they name Titan Titan? Weren't the race called Titans? So, basically, Titans lived on Titan? That was like saying Earths lived on Earth. What a lazy, dumbass naming.

...Anyway, the planet looked like one big gigantic relic site, as if I just looked closer, I would be able to catch some archaeologists digging away at the pile of crap, marveling at the significance of their discovery.

Oh look, they would say. We found the world that purple dude used to live on!

The important thing was that while there weren't any Indiana Jones-s on the planet, Nebula easily tracked down the Guardian's ship frequency and landed the ship next to the group of people I could plainly recognize. Not a single word was spoken during the landing.

The godawful awkwardness was eating me up from inside but I clamped down on my mouth, knowing that I would ramble shit about random things if I didn't. The ramp rolled down, and Nebula stalked out, and Rogers and I spent a useless weird moment looking at each other.

Finally, I gave up. "Look," I said, then realized I didn't have anything I wanted him to see. I eventually got so lost in my maze of thoughts that I just stood there, mouth open, like I was on the brink of saying something really important, but had forgotten what it was. Probably looked like I was having an epiphany or something.

Rogers cleared his throat politely, and I blinked.

"Um, don't say anything stupid," I blurted, realizing I was definitely talking to myself, and scurried off the ramp, turning the corner and running immediately into the team. Stark, Strange, Peter, and the Guardians that were clustered around Nebula, and finally, Loki.

We all stared at each other, including Rogers, who joined us after a belated moment.

And then I pounced on Loki, closest to me. He leaned back automatically but I hugged him, feeling slightly hysterical. God. Hugs were really not my thing, but when Loki decidedly tapped my shoulder in some semi-resemblance to a reassuring pat, it felt really good.

"I wanted to go after you," he murmured in my ear, voice urgent like he had to justify himself to someone. Most probably himself. "But the wizard-"

"I know," I whispered back. "I know. It's okay."

"Hey," Tony said, voice evident in his relief. "Stop hugging the god of evil. Strange, your apprentice is hugging the god of evil."

"I can see," Strange said, tone dry. "Regis, stop hugging the god of evil."

I rolled my eyes, but stepped back and turned to Peter while the adults shared some snarky words to Rogers about being alive. I smiled brightly at the boy.

"We thought you were dead," Peter said anxiously, and I noted that he had his arms around his body. Broken ribs, probably. I narrowed my eyes.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes. Are you?"

I nodded nonchalantly. "This is crazy, isn't it?"

He grinned back. "Definitely."

We hugged, and I marveled at the fact that Peter was taller than me. He felt like such a...kid to me. Which was weird, because he was definitely older than me. Still, he felt like the younger brother I never had. I wanted to protect him, in some strange way.

The Guardians looked somber, but somewhat happy that Nebula was again with them. Quill's eyes were red, and it was obvious he had been crying lately. I hated Thanos again, the passion never losing fuel. It was almost amusing, how the reminders of his evilness was all around me.

We half molded into a circle naturally, Mantis and Drax slumped on their seats next to what seemed like steps leading up to an...altar. I again realized I really needed to study more English terms.

"So," Tony started, his eyes subdued but his mouth smiling. "What happened?"

I noticed Rogers and I had ended up right next to each other, and cursed the heavens for making that happen. But he kept quiet, looking at me steadily, and I shrugged absentmindedly.

"Nothing much," I remarked lightly. "It was only a few days, and he gave us food. He talked a lot about Gamora."

I could literally hear Rogers's disapproving look drilling a hole in my face.

"My father does not keep prisoners without reason," Nebula decided she hates me, I think. Her voice was quiet. "He would have wanted something from you."

"Well," I shrugged again, quickly realizing I was losing this battle. "Maybe he needed someone to talk to, who knows. He's crazy, right?"

The rest of them just looked confused, but Rogers stepped in.

"What about you?" There was something authoritative about his voice, that demanded an answer without actually demanding. It was undeniably nice to have that dude having my back, and I realized, with a sinking heart, that I did slightly have a crush on him.

Wow. I mean, he was attractive, but that dude literally killed me like a day ago. I am so fucked up.

Eh. I didn't think much about it. I used to have a crush on like, everyone around me at a certain point in my life. I used to love Benedict Cumberbatch in Sherlock, and Iron Man was just so cool, and Peter was very cute as Spiderman. Also, I did have a slight obsession with Loki in sixth grade. And Karen Gillian, like, she was gorgeous. Even as a bald blue alien.

So. No biggie.

"Thanos sent some pods after us," Strange answered. "We had to fight them off, and-"

"We couldn't rescue you," Tony interrupted, guilt dropping off his words. "There were just too many of them."

"Then Mantis got your message," Quill told Nebula. "And here we are."

There was a moment of silence.

"Thanos is coming," Nebula said, offering the information like it was nothing important. I recoiled visibly.

"What?"

"I didn't disable the tracker in the ship. He knows where we are. He'll be coming."

I scowled. "Uh, why wouldn't you disable-"

"This is an advantage," Tony interrupted impatiently. "We can prepare for-."

"We cannot," Loki shot back. "We'll lose, if we go up against him in this state. He would have made better preparations than whatever we could think up."

"We have to kill him," Quill muttered, completely out of topic and completely out of his mind. "I'll kill him myself."

Woah. Dark. I felt the urge to kill Thanos too, yes, but not with my own hands. I would be content with watching someone else do it. Most definitely Rogers. He seemed like he would gladly murder the purple alien.

"We get Thanos to come here, we hit him with everything we got, we get the reality stone and we kill him." Tony summed up. "It's a solid plan."

"It's a wish-list," I muttered. "We lost last time, remember?"

"We weren't prepared then," Quill answered. "We are, now."

Wow. Stark and Quill against Loki and me. I glanced quickly at Strange, who was just staring at me like I was an idiot. I pushed down a sigh. That dude was useless. Peter looked anxious, Rogers was pointedly not meeting my gaze, and Drax and Mantis seemed very very depressed.

I felt like I had all these puzzle pieces inside my mind, and all the clues I needed to put the puzzle together. But it was all littered around, some seemed lost, and I just couldn't focus on anything. But Loki...Loki reminded me of something.

Then it clicked.

"I got a plan." I said, convinced.

Tony frowned. "I have just explained the plan to you."

"That was a even worse idea than the dance-off to save the universe." I rolled my eyes, and he looked confused.

"What? What dance-off?"

"It's not-," Quill said hastily. "It was not a-"

"Like Footloose, the movie?" Peter chimed in, and Quill regained some of the spark in his eyes, pointing at the boy poignantly.

"Exactly like Footloose. Is it still the greatest movie in history?"

"I have never seen Footloose, so I don't know if it is," I said absentmindedly, and Peter and Stark and Strange wheeled around at me.

"You don't understand a pop culture reference?!" Strange gasped, mockingly, and I crossed my arms, indignant.

"I don't watch old movies, old people. Except for Star Wars."

"I watched that!" Said Rogers and Quill at the same time, and I could see Tony struggling to keep a serene expression. I rolled my eyes.

"Old people," I muttered under my breath.

Loki made a face, like the humans were all worthless and beneath him. "Weren't we just talking about the imminent threat on all our lives?" He drawled, Nebula looking at us like we were all idiots.

I grudgingly lowered my arms and clapped. "Okay. My plan is not very simple. It's complicated, so please do keep up."

Everyone looked at me expectantly. I nodded, pausing for dramatic effect.

"We're gonna split up."

Everyone kept looking at me, so I frowned. "Any questions?"

"I-I imagined it would be a lot more complex than that," Strange said hesitantly.

"Well, I don't get it." Quill said. "Why are we splitting up? And also, who are you? Why are kids here?"

"Oh really, now is the time for those questions?" Tony snarked, and Rogers kept looking right at me, to the point it got pressuring.

"Okay, fine." I let out, because Rogers's steady puppy look was impossible to fend against. "Half of us are going to get Thor, because he has an ax that will be very helpful in the moment. And other half are going to..." I paused again.

"Did you forget something?" Drax butted in. I scowled.

"I was pausing for dramatic effect."

"You looked kinda deranged," Tony told me, and I threw my hands up in exasperation.

"I do not know why I bother. Vormir. We're going to Vormir."

Running a group of superheroes was like walking a group of dogs. And yes, I'm proud of this analogy, because it fits the metaphor of Rogers as a puppy perfectly.

They all wanted to smell something, and pee at the worst places possible. I had to drag them back to the topic at hand with extreme vigor, feeling very very older than my actual age. It didn't help that Tony and Quill seemed to have disagreements about everything, and Rogers was sullen and quiet and Strange knew he was.

I was guessing Strange knew everything. That would be why he looked strangely guilty every time I rolled my eyes at Rogers's silence.

Loki was no help either. He was the kind of dog that didn't want a walk in the first place, complaining and making off-hand comments about running off to somewhere far away in the galaxy. I was determined to keep a tight leash on that dude.

So when my plan was revised and rehashed like a million times, and it finally came to the part of deciding who went with who, I picked Loki. It was weirdly a bit like picking teams in P.E class, except now all the players were superheroes and anti-heroes.

Of course, Stark, being such a cool guy, said I couldn't pick. I rolled my eyes.

"How are we gonna split up, then? Draw straws?"

"What straws? You have straws?" Drax looked confused, and Stark coolly ignored him.

"Nebula is going to have to drive the ship with the tracker," he pointed out. "Drax and Mantis and you and Peter can go with them."

I huffed. "You're giving me the safe one," I accused. "I won't be a side quest!"

"You're literally going to have a spaceship chase with Thanos," he said, skeptical. "How is that the safe one?"

"I'm going to Vormir," I ignored him, because he did have a point but I was not willing to lose. "I have to. None of you guys know what's going to happen there." Well, besides Strange.

"She is true," Strange said, face inscrutable, and I knew my fate was a fixed point. Apparently, yeah, the future required me on Vormir. Fuck.

Tony looked grumpy. "Fine. Then Capsicle, go with her."

"What?" Rogers reared his head, echoing my word at the same time. No! I was not going to go with Rogers to Vormir! That would ruin every single one of my plans!

"I'll go with Doc," I said desperately. "I-I," I had no actual logical reason that wouldn't betray why I needed Strange instead of Rogers. So I opened my mouth, shut it, and gave the overall impression of a gaping fish.

Quill tilted his head. "Something is going on here," he commented.

"No shit, Sherlock." Stark muttered and I almost burst out laughing because Sherlock? Man, I needed a better poker face.

"There's nothing going on, dude," I grumbled casually, crossing my arms. "I'm just saying Doc would be more handy in Vormir."

Silence. Oops.

"Wow. Burn," Quill muttered, and Tony looked incredulous.

"We are talking about the same person, right? Captain America and the wizard? Are you saying-"

"I mean," I emphasized the word hastily, "that there's nothing physical to fight in Vormir. It's just sorcery mumbo jumbo," I stole a glance at Rogers, who just had his lips set in a line, face somehow conveying both you do you and that hurt. I had no idea how he did that. "No offense, of course."

"What'd you say, Cap?" Stark turned to Rogers. "Which team?"

My dream team was Loki and Strange, because they were each masters in their field of magic. I needed wizards. I mean, if my plan was to pummel Thanos in the face, of course I would pick Rogers. But that wasn't my plan.

My plan was far more elaborate, and difficult to pull off.

"I'll keep an eye on her," Rogers said, and I resisted the urge to groan out loud. That meant...fuck half of all my plans. Actually, that would fuck all my plans. I bet he would try to stop me from pulling it off.

"You don't have to say that," I said, dismayed. "If this is about what happened and you're being-"

He quirked an eyebrow at me and I shut up quickly. God, why couldn't I keep my mouth shut?

Tony looked between Rogers and I, eyes narrowed. "Something is strange. Strange?"

"That is one awful pun," Strange told him, reluctantly.

Tony gaped. "You never respond to jokes about your name, wizard. Who are you, and what happened to the three of you?"

We were silent, and Loki wheeled around to me. I gave him a wild not now look.

Loki raised his eyebrows-you're going to spill all your secrets, mortal-, and shook his head. "Is any of this relevant?"

"We need to move," Nebula said, tossing the words over shoulder from where she sat, sharpening her dagger in a totally badass way. "Thanos will be here any moment."

"Okay, then." I nodded quickly, conceding defeat. "I'll go with Roge-Cap and Loki, and you go with Quill and Doc." I turned to Peter. "You okay with a spaceship chase with aliens?"

He gave me an are you kidding me face. "Yes. I cannot stress that enough."

"Do not encourage danger-obsessed teenagers, danger-obsessed teenager." Tony pointed at me, then clapped his hands. "I have a bad feeling about this, but then I always have a bad feeling about everything, so it's normal."

"Was there any point to that sentence?" Strange asked, dubious, and Tony nodded.

"Yes. The point is that everything is normal, we are the good guys, and we are gonna win. Okay?"

"Good point," Quill said, completely serious, and I pushed down the urge to laugh hysterically.

Well. At least that was normal.

A/N: I am awesome, but I had waded too deep into the seas of Hannibal.

shoutout to fellow hannigram shippers, and also shoutout to all my quizzes in school I have yet to work on-wait a moment, please. I'll get to you in like...a millennia-.

The story is wrapping up, and an idea for a sequel is haunting my brain. Ugh. Maybe...ugh ugh ugh *throws up at the thought of having to succumb to all my insane ideas*

Okay. *wipes mouth :(* Thank you for reading, and thank you for thinking I am awesome.