Prologue
Phineas Flynn stands in a clearing with desert-dry dirt at his feet while a gentle breeze smacks his exposed face. Stars sprinkle the sky. He looks over his shoulder at the outline of a ten year younger, more lively city–glistening like a beacon. The soothing cool breeze flows past his face as he faces forward. A blade extends from his black and yellow suit. The amor retracts from one of his hands, he then presses the blade against the bare skin.
He winces as crimson blood drips down onto a patch of dirt, and seeps into its crevices. Suddenly, wind blasts his exposed face, at once the armor forms over his face and his blood-soaked hand. An average looking man wearing a suit, appears in front of Phineas.
"Blackheart I presume?" Phineas speaks.
"What is this? Formality?" Blackheart laughs in a guttural voice.
"Mephisto sent me." Phineas sighs.
"Ah, my father no doubt wishes Thanos dead."
"As do I, so, where is he?" Phineas asks.
"He's imprisoned in a place called the Raft." Blackheart tells him.
"I know the place..." Phineas says, Blackheart disappears at once. Wasting no time, Phineas flies off.
The Raft
Thanos stands against the back of his cell, his void-like eyes stare at his shallow reflection in the translucent cell walls. They lock onto a small misshapen section of his armor near the center chest area. He clenches his fist tight, grimacing vibrantly. He hears a slight buzzing sound, the area beyond the cell becomes visible, a solid stone wall around it creates a narrow path sandwiched between the two. The single door opens, a man decked out in armor akin to swat gear, walks in. In his hands, a single tray of paste food that he presses against the front of the cell. It is absorbed into it, and thuds on the ground. Bits of the slop splatter on the floor.
"Hope you're hungry." The guard says,
"Tell me…" Thanos mutters, in his deep, commanding voice.
"Wha...what?" The guard mumbles, stopping in his tracks.
"Do you ever wonder what you'll be remembered for when you die?" Thanos asks.
"What kind of question is that." The guard takes an unnoticed step back.
"I'll know what I'll be remembered for, because I'll carve it into the very being of those who dared to defy me!" Thanos smiles as the guard hastily leaves.
Meanwhile, Phineas approaches The Raft. He stops, hovering in the air, swiftly spotting a helipad. He lands there, a massive door opens, revealing a hanger with a variety of helicopters strewn about, and an unmissable flurry of guards running out with rifles in tow. Phineas puts his hands up. Taking a gulp of air, he retracts his helmet. At once, they lower their guns.
"It's you, didn't realize, should of, the outfit is almost identical. Guess I know who you're here to see." A guard speaks up, walking past the other men.
"Yes." Phineas says, glancing around at the guards.
"Very well, come with me." The guard says. They start walking together.
"So, bright upstarts–in Danville of all places, what made you want to start taking on the bad guys?" The guard asks.
"It just sort of happened..." Phineas bites down on his teeth, letting out a pestered sigh.
"Ah, one of those types. So, been wondering, what's with the kids who looked just like you older ones? When all of you walked in with The Mad Titan himself, I couldn't believe how similar you guys were. But I was so caught up I never thought to ask. What's the relation?" The guard innocently inquires. Phineas lets out an extended sigh, followed by a huff.
"Sorry, didn't mean to bring up a bad topic." The guard says, Phineas nods, as they continue the rest of their trip.
They stop before a brick room. A singular door for entrance and exit.
"He's just through here. Sure your up for it?" The guard inquires. Phineas looks down at his hand, shaking, he bites his lower lip.
"Yeah...yeah..." Phineas reaches for the door handle, his hand trembling viciously as he twists the knob. The bolt clicks. Phineas opens the door and steps in, his eyes keep to the ground.
Thanos stands up immediately. He dares to look up at Thanos, who stares back at him with inquisitive eyes and a tilted head.
Thanos shakes his head as he looks down at the ground. "Can't be, if you weren't gone, I wouldn't have made it a few steps in this world before you made your presence known..."
Thanos stands up, towering over Phineas, he gets as close to him as the cell allows.
"I want to see your insides plastered on these walls...so bad..." Phineas's voice shakes as every facet of his being coils.
"It is you...should have known from that look in your eyes." Thanos says, grinding his teeth.
"A month of hell isn't good enough for you..." Phineas growls.
"Now now," Thanos says, "I can't get out of here anymore than you can get in here."
"You'll find a way, and that I can't allow." Phineas says.
"I will, but you can't stop me. Because unlike last time, I wanted you to plunge that sword through me. Now, I want nothing more than to destroy everything you tried so desperately to build up." Thanos says.
"You won't get that chance..." Phineas clenches his fist.
"Oh, but I've already started..." Thanos smiles.
"What are you talking about?!" Phineas shouts, his leg twitching forward.
"Oh, I just told them all about you, from the death of all you hold dear, to your would-be baby." Phineas yells, punching the cell.
"And Isabella, well, she didn't think I was all that bad…" Thanos smiles while saying this. Phineas storms out of the room, slamming the door shut. He presses his back against the wall, his breathing, fast and uncoordinated. Thanos puts his hand on the cell, they start to develop of a hue of energy. The guard looks at Phineas.
"What's the matter with you?"
The cell and the stone walls surrounding it blast out. Phineas's helmet automatically forms over his face. He's thrown forward, a stray stone shard pierces through the side of the guard's head. Phineas skids on the floor as it collapses beneath him, falling to the next floor down, rubble piles on top of him.
Thanos walks out as he brushes off debris. He looks to his right and charges full speed ahead. Several guards run in, the moment they hold up their guns, they are smashed by a giant backhand. Thanos grabs one by the head and throws him into a wall. Thanos keeps running, stopping when he reaches the hanger, several helicopters, and an open hanger door. Several more guards rush him, he simply crushes them.
Thanos spots a helicopter starting up, he smashes the pilot door, gripping the pilot to death, he tosses the corpse out and gets in. The seat and control panel creaking, he lifts off. He goes full throttle with it, out of the hanger and speeding through the air.
Phineas's eyes snap open. He smashes through the rubble; flying up immediately, he looks around. Seeing the guard on his side, blood pooling from him as the shard sticks up out of his head. Phineas rushes to the heliport. He looks, a single missing helicopter, and a trail of bodies.
"Nooooo!" He lets out a shout that boils his entire body, every fiber of his being engaging in pure fury. His thoughts race, from reasonable assumptions straight to impossible scenarios. He flies out at once, his heart racing faster than the fastest he could ever hope to go.