I was happy to have finished this chapter but sad when I went to transfer over the file to my usb and got the two folders mixed up which ended up in me accidentally replacing the new complete chapter with the old file. An old file that wasn't complete and was lacking about a page and a half of work. And then it became apparent that I couldn't recover the old new complete chapter. So I had to retype the ending from memory. Sad moment in my life.
Thank you to cachilapo for the follow and favorite but also the guest reviewer. Wherever you are, I thank you! Onward.
"You okay?"
From her spot in the high-backed chair Wanda rolled her head to glance over at her brother. She gave a sluggish nod. "Yes, just…tired." And she was. She hadn't been sure it would work but it had.
Eitri, emboldened by the return of his hands, listened to Strange and herded the group to where the rest of his people laid. Normally the Dwarves would cremate their dead with the star's power but with it having been cold for so long then Eitri not having the full use of his hands he hadn't been able to give his people their proper send off yet. Wanda wondered if that was why her vision of the Dwarves was first.
They'd spent some time laying out the dead in practical rows, Wanda's scarlet gently gliding bodies into position. For a moment the Sokovian had been reminded of the chaos in her home country. Her and Pietro had grown up with bodies of the dead in the street, victims of war and violence. She was no stranger to death.
Once done Strange had levitated himself high into the air, arm lit green in ruins. He'd done a slow, deliberate twist of his hands that had caused a wave of energy to rush over the bodies. In a matter of seconds, days of deterioration had been reversed.
Ashen pallor had shifted to a healthy bronze, grisly wounds disappeared, and singed clothes had been rewoven. But all Strange had been able to do was revert the bodies to before their death. Because so much time had passed between death and reversal, he wasn't able to bring them back to life.
Which was when the soul stone had brightened and winked at the assembled group. Pietro hadn't been completely on board, worried for Wanda, but that hadn't stopped her from reaching for the amber gem.
Except before she could touch it, it had lit up and its glow had latched onto Wanda, encasing her completely. She'd had a brief flash of the same blond man from earlier before she'd passed out.
She had come to in her brother's arms, loud laughing and happy crying surrounding them, Eitri's voice praising Midgard's warriors.
"I just want it known that I'm not happy about this." Pietro huffed next to her, his arms crossed and frown marring his face.
She smirked. "Noted."
"Lady Wanda."
Turning to the voice, the young mother watched as dozens of revived and celebrating Dwarves parted for Eitri as he stepped forward with teary eyes and a large smile. At his side stood a female dwarf that clung to his arm, dark blonde hair braided with a delicate crown on her head.
With Pietro's help she got off the chair, giving a small bow. "King Eitri, Queen Egvanda."
"None of that Dear," Egvanda waved her hand, reaching across and hugging Wanda. "You have earned this family's trust and loyalty. All will know what Midgard's warriors and the Galaxy's Guardians have done for Nidavellir for generations to come. You and your people are always welcomed here."
After being released Wanda muffled her laughter, seeing Pietro suddenly flustered when hugged by the royalty, the tips of his ears slightly red.
"It's true." Eitri intoned, his voice earnest. "What you have done for us, for the realms. It is beyond comprehensible."
Wanda shook her head. "It was nothing. We only did what was right."
Eitri suddenly smiled. It was a welcomed sight from his sorrow when they first arrived. "None the less, something of this magnitude demands a gift." He turned to the red-haired young woman behind him, his daughter if Wanda remembered, carrying a bundle in her arms. "Kindra, if you will."
The teen, standing several feet above them yet willowy in movement, stepped forward, holding the leather wrapped present out to her. With a shy smile, the Sokovian took it, lifting the top cover to reveal smooth crimson metal.
With wide eyes Wanda inspected the construct, handing the wrapping to Pietro as she traced the sharp edges and angles of the cool metal, the shape reminding her of the letter M. She felt drawn to it. "What is it?"
Egvanda beamed. "A headdress made from Uru. Something special we make for those who are gifted with seiðr, magic if you will. It will help train it, hone it, enabling you to do so much more than what you are currently capable of. It seems for your mission, it is most needed."
With some instruction from Egvanda and Kindra Wanda held it close to her hairline, letting her scarlet out to connect with the headpiece. Instantly she let out a gasp, the crown affixing itself to the arch of her face before she let out a giddy laugh.
Bubbling within her, writhing in joy was her scarlet, the energy she had lost during the revival surging back, replenished yet more potent and voracious than before. It was intoxicating, her senses heightened beyond anything she had felt before. She suddenly had many new ideas for this, all of them centered around a certain brunet soldier.
Opening eyes she hadn't known were closed, Wanda was surprised to be hovering high above the crowd of on-lookers, all shouting encouragement and cheering on her display.
Once on solid ground Wanda turned to the trio of royalty with a wide grin. "That was amazing. I haven't felt that powerful yet in complete control before."
Eitri laughed. "You are quite remarkable Lady Wanda. Most magic users have no control at the bonding, lashing out accidentally from the surge of energy. You are already on your way to mastering your seiðr." His smile turned sly. "Pretty soon many suitors will be fumbling over themselves for your attention." He gave her a wink and let out a booming laugh that echoed. Again, another beautiful sight compared to before.
Next to her Pietro grumbled but Wanda ignored him as she gave a teasing huff at Eitri, her chin held high and channeling Tony's sniff of haughtiness. "They have nothing to offer me as my husband is more than enough."
While the Dwarf King laughed at the men's misfortune Egvanda slid over to the Sokovian, her face lighting up in mischief. "Oh, do tell. With your prowess in battle he must be of equal skill. What of him my Dear?"
Wanda's smile turned soft as she thought of James. "We've both been…hurt in the past but we persevered. He's my strength. James…above being a fighter, above anything else, he's a good man, a good husband and father."
"I don't know about that. He's pretty kickass with a knife and gun." Rocket added, walking by with Groot toward the ship.
"Your husband is quite skilled in combat?" Eitri asked. Wanda's nod had him grinning. "Marvelous! One such as yourself could only be matched with an equal."
Egvanda waved dismissively at her husband. "Yes, yes, he's a great fighter. Not what I want to know." She smiled brightly at Wanda. "Father you said? How many children?"
The young mother straighten her shoulders, head held high. "Three. Two girls and a boy."
Eitri laughed. "Three children? And at such a young age? His fertility is commendable! I pity him when the boys come asking to court your daughters."
Next to her Pietro started growling. "Not going to happen."
Eitri patted her brother's shoulder, almost sending the white-haired man forward. "It is a losing battle my friend. Best thing to do is create a task so impossible to beat they will never win the right to court in the first place. Fool-proof."
Egvanda wrapped an arm around Wanda, smirking as the larger woman ducked down to whisper to her. "I hope you'll excuse yet indulge an old woman like myself for a moment Lady Wanda but with three children, I have to ask, how is he my Dear? In bed?"
Instantly the young Sokovian felt her whole face heat up at the direct question, Pietro groaning and walking off, following after their companions.
Even in her embarrassment Egvanda's laugh was so infectious Wanda couldn't help but join her. Since her youth the Sokovian had always had trouble connecting with others, either because her time on the streets had hardened her, made her callous, or her abilities caused people to be apprehensive or frightened of her. But not the Dwarves. They had even encouraged her scarlet, praising her. It was easy to not worry about what they thought of her. If they saw her as a monster.
Wanda thought back on her life with James, from their tentative first kiss to some of the more active nights with her husband. She let some of that feeling of satisfaction turn her shy smile into more of a smirk. "I'm never left wanting."
The Queen let out a laugh. "Excellent my Dear. When you can, you must visit again and bring this family and husband of yours with you."
Wanda nodded. She knew it was time to leave and led the two royalty, their daughter had disappeared, back to the ship. As much as she was enjoying herself they had to go, she knew the next vision would be important, especially to Thor. She needed it to go well.
"Doctor Strange."
The caped man had exited the craft and met them at the bottom of the ramp. "Eitri. Queen Egvanda."
"None of that." The larger woman came forward and lifted the man up in a hug. Wanda grinned at the awkward face he made and the fact that his cape seemed to return the woman's hug. "As I told Lady Wanda, Midgard's warriors and the Galaxy's Guardians are welcomed here anytime."
"You're too kind. But unfortunately we must be going." Strange nodded at the pair before turning back up the ramp where Wanda could see the others waving at the crowd.
"Thank you for the gift, both of you. I'll be sure to let James know about the invite." Wanda gave one last hug to the larger woman, a smile and wave to Eitri, before making her way up the ramp as well.
"Thank you, all of you, for what you have done. We bid you good fortune on your journey." Eitri's words boomed, the other resurrected Dwarves' cheers echoing through the ship.
Wanda gave one last wave as the walkway retracted and the hatch closed, sealing the space craft.
"Where to now Red?" Rocket asked from his chair, flipping switches for the pre-flight.
"Well, the next vision was the inside of a ship. Similar to yours but larger." Wanda settled in her seat next to Pietro. "There was destruction everywhere, blue fire licking at the walls and floor. There were bodies of men, women, and children. There was one person in the middle. Someone very familiar. Loki, Thor's brother."
"Loki?"
Wanda could hear the incredulity from Strange, which is why she glared at him. "He has changed. I've seen Thor's memories. He deserves his second chance."
"I didn't say anything." The older man raised his hands in surrender but she still frowned at the sorcerer.
The Sokovian crossed her arms. "Good, then you will have no problem reviving him along with his people."
Rocket cut off any potential comeback as he shouted, "Alright, kiddies, jump in three, two, one!"
~~~Ascension~~~
They didn't immediately go to the wreckage like Wanda thought they would. Instead the raccoon had made a pit stop, getting his hands on a larger ship for the sudden influx of people they would be reviving.
And now Wanda stood in the opened cargo hold, facing open space, as Strange used the time stone to pull back the Asgardians from their open drift. That was something Groot had mentioned and Rocket translated. It had been several days that the bodies had been adrift, there was no guarantee they would get all of them. Wanda was hoping for all of them. At the very least she needed to save Loki. For Thor.
Once the bodies had been brought closer Wanda used her scarlet, now amplified by her Uru headband, to corral the fallen into the cargo hold, close enough where Pietro could take them from her and quickly lay them out on the floor.
Her, Pietro, and Strange were covered in an odd bubble-like film that Rocket had invented. It was meant to keep them safe from the influences of open space. She knew Tony would have a field day with it. But it certainly did it's job and it didn't hinder any of the trio's work.
They were a rough fifty minutes in when a certain body drew close, one she had seen in Thor's thoughts. Wanda held back a gasp as she took a couple steps forward, making sure he was secure in her grasp. She paused before also grabbing the precious item floating near by.
She passed Pietro the other Asgardians but with this particular body she maneuvered personally, guiding him to a spot of his own.
"Wanda." Pietro had just finished with the three others when he stopped next to her, watching how gentle she was with him. "This isn't Loki. Who is he?"
She made sure the large sword lay next to the dreadlocked man. "Someone nearly as important."
Her brother didn't question her, just continued working like she was but Wanda couldn't help that her eyes always trailed away to the man laying feet away.
Heimdall. The all-seeing sentinel of Asgard. The one who had sent Banner to Earth, to warn them of Thanos' coming, who had been slain because of that act. A dear friend to Thor.
It was twenty minutes later when Strange called their attention.
"Oh my God." Wanda muttered once she could make out the features of one of the bodies that drew closer. The leather, the cape, the black hair. In her eagerness her scarlet grew bright and the wave she sent out was large, well beyond what she had been doing before. She didn't care. She just wanted him in the craft.
Like before she let Pietro handle the others while she personally saw to Loki. Gentle as she could she placed him down next to Heimdall, fixing his cape and brushing the hair out of his face.
He looked horrible. The bloody trail down from his eyes had frozen and his neck was misshapen. She could still hear the crack from Thor's nightmares in her head. She was just glad they had found him.
Even as they continued working Wanda couldn't help glance over at the pair. Previously she had checked in on Heimdall every few minutes. Now she watched the pair every few seconds, irrationally worried they'd disappear from her sight. And she would keep worrying until they were both alive and upright.
The cargo doors slammed shut, the light blue film from their bodies dissolved, and Strange stumbled against the wall, panting. "I think we got everyone."
Wanda hoped so. There were close to two hundred people here, maybe more. Thor hadn't given an exact number but Strange had waved his enchanted arm for a few moments more after bringing in the last few stragglers, wading through to see if any had been forgotten.
It had taken them a bit over two hours.
"So, we gonna do this then?" Rocket asked, looking over the rows of people.
Wanda studied Strange for a moment, his trembling and panting. "No, we'll rest for a bit-"
"I can keep going." The man protested but the Sokovian just spoke louder.
"We'll rest for an hour or so. Maybe take a quick nap. Rocket, is there a way to keep this area cold?" Last thing they needed was for the bodies to start decomposing.
The raccoon shrugged. "Probably. If not, I can always jury-rig something."
He indeed had to improvise. It hadn't taken him long, a few minutes messing with the circuits but in no time frigid air had started blasting into the large storage space. At the moment they were all back in the control room, Strange absent as he had decided to take a nap after the group had had a quick meal.
"Where next?" Nebula asked of her, standing stoic with her arms crossed and black eyes drilling into Wanda.
"Where did Thanos get the power stone?" She asked back. It was a theory she had.
"I am Groot." The walking sapling piped up from next to Rocket.
"Yeah, that's what Thor said." Rocket turned to the rest of the group. "When we first met Angel Pirate he said Thanos got the stone from Xandar. Not sure how much it is left standing. That was the next vision or what?"
Wanda nodded. "I think. People were screaming and running as buildings were falling or being blown up. Like they were in the middle of a war. But it was all in shades of purple."
Nebula gave a sharp nod. "The Nova Corps are stationed on that planet. You might have seen the fighting that took place. All your visions seem to be tied to where the stones were being kept."
"I think so."
"Which means after Xandar we're heading to Knowhere." Rocket announced to the room, Nebula grimaced at his words.
"Nowhere?" Pietro asked.
"Not nowhere. Knowhere. With a K. It's kind of a lawless place, where thieves and the like hide out. Thor was saying that's where the reality stone was. With the Collector. But it might all be burned to the ground, who knows."
"And then Gamora." Nebula's voice was firm, her eyes staring Wanda down. The young mother nodded her agreement.
"And then Gamora."
"Then we better finish up."
The room at large turned to Strange standing in the doorway, still looking tired but not trembling as much as he was earlier. The cloak gave a quick wave.
"You sure, Doc? It's only been about an hour." Pietro was skeptical but so was Wanda. To her, he would need more time than that to properly rest.
"How close are we to Xandar?" The sorcerer asked this to the three space travelers, with Groot speaking first.
"I am Groot."
Rocket waved the hidden words away. "Yeah, but the Terran needs sleep. So we take the long way around."
"That'll give you three hours." Nebula finished.
Wanda wasn't sure what Groot had said, maybe something about a jump or short cut but three hours of rest sounded nice.
"Mrs. Barnes, shall we?"
The whole group followed after Wanda and Doctor Strange as they made their way back to the cargo hold, Rocket turning off the cool air en route. As an actual doctor Strange did a quick check on everyone, directing Wanda and Pietro on which bodies needed to be placed where. He was placing them together in the phases of death. Freshly passed to possibly hours old. Luckily the cold vacuum of space had stalled decomposition so it should be quick work to bring their bodies back to where they were before they'd died.
Now they just wondered how to do this. They could do what they did last time and have Strange use the stone to bring all of them back at once and then have Wanda come in with the soul stone. Or have Strange do a batch at a time with Wanda following his example. Either way each scenario had the same issue. The rate of decay between now and when they could be brought back.
But if the Dwarves, who had been longer in death, could be brought back then surely the Asgardians. In the end it was chosen that they would do what they did last time. Strange would revive them then Wanda would follow after. But with a slight alteration.
Wanda watched as Strange began his reversal. Mimicking a wave he would start at one end of the room, the bodies that had been deceased longer and make his way to the end, where Loki and Heimdall rested.
"Wanda." Nebula lifted the Uru container, pushing a button to open it and reveal the orange gem.
She gave a nod, placing Eitri's gift up to her face where it sealed on snuggly, her scarlet within warming. Hopefully with the headpiece's help she wouldn't pass out like last time. A quick glance at her brother and Wanda slowly lifted a hand over the stone, summoning her scarlet. The stone reacted and both energies surged out to meet each other.
~~~Ascension~~~
"It's okay. It's okay. Calm down." Pietro murmured to the panicking young woman. She was brunette, a shade or two darker than James, and couldn't be older than twelve. "It's okay. We're friends of your king."
She was nodding at his words but her eyes darted around to the other revived Asgardians, no doubt getting reassurances from just the sight of her fellow people.
A shout in the crowd brought his attention to the pair of people rushing forward. He could see enough of them in her to know these were her parents. Letting her go, she ran toward them, crashing together and crying at their reunion.
A lot of that had happened. As soon as Wanda's orange wave of energy washed over the revived bodies, life coming back in shuddering gasps of air, people clung to each other, either friends, family, or just another living being in general.
They had had to calm the first batch, to explain what was going on, what the man in the cape was doing, what the orange glowing woman and her smoke was doing to the bodies.
After that they were working together, Asgardian, Avenger, and Guardian, to calm the people, find family or friends to reunite.
Then someone spotted Heimdall and Loki.
Calls of "Our Prince," "The Prince," "Heimdall," had rang out and now there was a literal crowd waiting for Strange and Wanda to reach the pair. In the mean time, amongst the reunions were talks of what they had gone through, Hela, Ragnarok, Thanos and his Black Order.
Then Rocket opened his big mouth about what had happened on Earth with the Titan and now there was a small grouping of men and women watching Wanda work, either in awe or a certain eagerness that Pietro didn't like and he knew James really, really wouldn't like.
Finally, once reaching the end, Pietro blurred over to his sister, looking down at the two people left to revive. Rocket, Groot, and Nebula were on crowd control, Groot going so far as to grow his arms out to make a barrier. The only Asgardians allowed so close were the three healers they'd managed to find, standing a few feet behind Wanda and ready to converge on the last to be brought back. Once Strange had found out about them, he'd had the trio checking on everyone who had been revived, making sure they were physically and mentally where they were suppose to be.
"Ready?" asked the sorcerer.
Pietro nodded, along with his sister, and watched as Strange started his spell. Spelt blood faded or slithered away, cuts and wounds sealing. Pietro grimaced when seeing Loki's neck pop back into place. After that clothes mended and the dirt and grime from their skin faded, and just a couple minutes after he started Strange pulled away, glancing behind them. "Ladies?"
Working quickly the trio did exams on them both, verifying their bodies were brought back to where they were suppose to be. Once they were gone, Wanda stepped forward and Pietro could say he was feeling nervous.
They were going to be bringing back Loki. The same person who had destroyed New York, who had taken over Clint's mind, made him hurt people. He knew the old man still had issues from his time as a puppet. But none of it had made sense to Pietro, the New York thing.
For one, if Loki really wanted to cause destruction he could have chosen a city in India or China, both countries whose population was over a billion at the time. But no he had chosen a city where two of the Avengers had called home, on top of the tower belonging to Tony, where the man kept a plethora of suits and weapons.
And that scientist Doctor Selvig, whose mind was suppose to be under complete control, had managed to sneak in a shut off switch right under Loki's nose?
Plus there was Thor's brother himself, waving that stick of his around, out in the open and ripe for the taking. And Loki just so happened to lose it on top of Tony's tower, however many feet away from the cube, thus making it easier to shut off the wormhole.
It was all suspicious to Pietro. Add in Bruce's perspective of Loki and how Thanos had sent him to get the cube in the first place? The whole thing was a mess. But if what Bruce and all the clues were implying, then the Sokovian couldn't blame the man for what happened. Just like he couldn't blame Clint or James.
But he did know that the last thing Loki and Heimdall remembered before dying was fighting to survive. They might lash out like some of the other Asgardians had. Which was why Pietro happened to be by his sister's side. He knew the adopted Asgardian favored daggers and he would be quick enough to grab them before they could hurt anyone.
He could hear the murmuring, the restlessness, from the Asgardians as Wanda's wave of energy cocooned around the two men, pulsing, thrumming quicker and brighter until…
With a hoarse yell Loki was up, throwing his arms out and Pietro blurred, plucking the two daggers from the air that had been on their way toward Strange and the gathered crowd. The third dagger Loki still held and Pietro hadn't tried to stop him due to the fact that, even though Thor's brother had gone for his sister, Wanda had the man wrapped tightly in her scarlet. From a corner of his eye Pietro spotted Rocket with one of his guns up and pointed at the knife-wielding prince.
"Calm down Loki." Strange was speaking, hand outstretched toward Heimdall who had also reacted, battle stance firm and sword at the ready, covering Loki's back.
Loki either didn't care or wasn't listening, wild eyes trained on Wanda. Pietro recognized the same look from James at the beginning of their stay in Wakanda.
"Breathe slowly Loki. Whatever you're seeing, it's not happening." Wanda spoke firmly, even. "Take a look around. Can you tell me what you see?"
Pietro waited, not moving but kept an arm out to the three healers who looked eager to check on the startled pair. Gradually green panicked eyes settled and Loki glanced toward the crowd. "People."
"What kind of people?"
Another look and Pietro could see the tension slightly ease. "Asgardians. Sakaarans."
"How many in the first row? How many women, men, children?"
Another paused. "Nine. Three women. Five men. One child."
"What else?"
Green eyes darted around. "The white-haired male. You. A possible Halfworlder, a Flora Colossus. The three healers." Loki glared at Strange. "Second Rate."
The caped man scowled. "This 'second rate' just helped bring you back-"
"Not helping." Pietro hissed. Last thing they needed was to aggravate Loki in the middle of an episode.
"My Prince."
Pietro wasn't expecting such a deep voice from the man with dreadlocks but it was welcomed nonetheless as it seemed to snap Loki back to the present.
Wanda stopped glowing and released the Asgardian, causing him to drop his arm, the dagger disappearing from view. "What happened?" He took another look around, his eyes widening. "Where's Thor?"
"We brought you and yours back from the dead, what do you think happened?" Rocket snarked but right before Loki could throttle the raccoon, Wanda spoke up after turning away to give the gem back to Nebula for safe keeping.
"Alive and on Earth."
He let out a sigh just as the three healers got to him but Loki wasn't having it, pulling himself away from them. "We don't have time for this. Strange, did Bruce make it to Earth?"
"Yes, he told us about Thanos coming."
Loki nodded. "Good, that means we have time. Is-"
Pietro lifted a hand to stop him. "It doesn't matter. Thanos came to Earth already." Pietro watched the blood drain away from his face. "But before you freak out, he's dead."
Loki practically flinched at his words. "What?"
"You got a problem with your hearing? Thanos is dead." Rocket pointed at Wanda. "Missy Magic Hands there put his ass in a trance and that bald warrior chick put a spear through his head. It was beautiful."
"Impressive." Heimdall nodded at Wanda while Loki seemed to be sizing her up.
"I wasn't aware there were humans that could use seiðr. Your head piece. It's Uru?"
"Thanos had Eitri create the gauntlet if he wanted his people to live. Once it was done, he killed them anyway, leaving only Eitri alive." Wanda touched the red metal framing her face. "It was a gift for bringing his people back."
"My Prince," One of the Asgardian men stepped forward slowly. "What do we do now?"
The change that overcame Loki was quite interesting to Pietro. He straightened his back and shoulders, his head held up regally. He turned his eyes to the three healers. "Have you checked over our people?"
The oldest of the trio, a red-haired woman nodded back sharply. "Yes my Prince. There are no injuries and no one is ill."
He nodded. "If you please, go around and make a tally of our people. I wish to know how many men, women, and children. Which families remain, how many in each family. I wish to know the occupations of everyone. Gather this information while Heimdall and myself have counsel with the leaders of this ship."
"Yes, Prince Loki." At that the three woman disappeared into the crowd, beckoning the others to them.
The green eyed Asgardian turned to Pietro and the others. "Shall we?"
Their talked ended up back on the bridge, explaining what had happened on Titan but also on Earth with the Black Order and the fight in Wakanda. By the end Pietro felt pretty smug when seeing the awed expressions on the two Asgardians' faces.
"Can't believe the Captain held back the gauntlet. Or Stark fighting Thanos, making him bleed and living to tell the tale." Loki being mystified gave Pietro the most satisfaction but also a bit of defensiveness.
"Well, they aren't our leaders for nothing." He gave the adopted royalty a slightly sharp smile.
Loki dipped his head, his lips curling just a bit into a faint smile, free of ridicule. "Not bad, for a pair of ants."
"This is getting us nowhere." Nebula spoke, her arms crossed. "We have places to be. This ship's food and water supply should last your people several weeks and the fuel cells are fully charged." She smacked the dashboard. "It's all yours."
"Where are you off to?" Loki asked, eyebrows furrowed. He studied the group critically. "You seem to be in a hurry. Could it have something to do with why the energy coming off of you, Barnes, reeks of the infinity stones. One has to ask, what cosmic dabbling have you lot been partaking in?"
Pietro glanced at the others. Rocket seemed to be in the middle of a snarl while Nebula said nothing, her face devoid of expressions or emotions. Strange just glared at Loki but it was Wanda that drew his attention. She was watching the Asgardian back, studying him like he was them. The Sokovian knew that look, she was figuring him out.
"We're fixing the damage Thanos did when he stole each stone." She answered, ignoring the protests of Nebula and Strange. She just kept staring at Loki. Pietro knew his twin. She was planning something.
The god stared back, finally giving a sharp nod. He turned to Heimdall. "Set course for Earth. Don't get too close or the satellites may pick up on the ship. Last thing our people need is to be shot down. Make contact with Thor when you can."
"He's in a country called Wakanda." Wanda provided. "They should be able to help. Just let them know we sent you."
"You make it sound like you won't be joining them on Earth." Strange pointed out, voice mocking. "Any reason for such wonderful news?"
"Oh yes, Second Rate. A reason I'm sure you'll be delighted to hear." Loki smirked at the caped man, before glancing at Wanda. "I'll be joining you."
Yes I gave her the headpiece from the comics. Hope everyone liked it. Let me know what you guys think? Thanks. Peace out. -Mez
