Aqua was becoming increasingly used to being exhausted, though she wasn't exactly sure as to why. She would wake up with the purple giant next to her, seemingly expectant, almost hopeful, that she would recognize him. She was always confused; she remembered being taken as if it were just the day before, but the way the giant spoke made her think she'd been here much longer.

And that must have been true because her body would move as if in routine. She would open her eyes, see the giant, he would ask her how she felt and she would say nothing, he would place a bowl of what she always guessed was food on the table next to the bed, he would leave, she would cautiously grab the bowl and push her way through the meal, and then move to the corner of the bed and sit in wait. Wait for what? She wasn't sure. The clothes she remembered wearing to the field were gone, replaced with fabric similar to a mix between cotton and polyester. It was plain and seemingly always clean, which just added to her confusion. She clung to her wishful thinking that she just doesn't remember changing into them.

She had nearly fallen back asleep when the door opened again. This time, the horned woman, Proxima if she remembered correctly, stepped through. Aqua hazily looked up at the creature. The expression Proxima displayed almost looked like understanding.

"Come with me." Her voice was softer than Aqua was expecting, given her interaction with the creature when she first arrived.

Instead of fighting the command, Aqua pushed herself away from the corner. As her legs hung from the bed, she braced herself for the chance that they wouldn't be able to support her weight. As the balls of her feet hit the ground, she placed a hand against the wall and tensed her muscles in an effort to stay standing. With this minor success, she followed Proxima out of the room.

As she followed down the hall, Aqua would stumble every now and then. At one point, her foot caught on a lip of the floor, sending her to the ground, but she never hit. Instead, Proxima had caught her arm, helping her back to her feet and continuing down the hall. Aqua wondered what had caused the creature to change.

She was soon interrupted by her thoughts when she and Proxima went through a large doorway to a cavernous room. As Aqua looked around, she noted the layout. The top looked like a large dome, the walls creating a circle. There were various doors on the lower level while a fewer number of doors were on the upper level they came through. The floor almost seemed to be made of rock and boulder as it wasn't all that smooth or flat. Not-quite center stood what could only be described as a throne. It was large and made of the same stone as the ground.

While Aqua looked around, Proxima waited. When Aqua finally looked back, she made a gesture with her head as if to say 'follow me'. Aqua still hadn't said anything after all the time here. These creatures still didn't even know her name, let alone anything else about her. At least, that's what she knew and hoped.

The trek to the lower level and over to the throne was a long one. Aqua was just so tired and her body ached so much that each step seemed like it could be her last before she collapsed. When they reached the ground, Aqua was extra careful to watch where she stepped. She hadn't noticed before that the ground actually had still water sitting in the dips of the floor.

She couldn't believe it; water. Something they barely gave her enough of. Something she used to take for granted. This air was so thin where she was, she couldn't conjure up any extra for herself, let alone any extra to use to possibly escape. She craved it desperately. So there she stood, making large alien creatures wait for her while she soaked up everything she could from the puddle. She relished the feeling.

"Aquamae, please come here."

She froze, eyes wide open, her mind blank. No one currently in her life knew this name. She herself had forgotten it years ago. No one should know that name.

Slowly, the room came back into view for her. She raised her head, centimeter by centimeter, inch by inch, catching each of the other creatures in her sights before finally landing on the one sitting on the throne. As each one came into focus, blips of images would flash in front of her eyes. The images were so fast she could hardly keep track of what they were, almost like forgotten memories.

But that couldn't be. She didn't know them. They were her captors… weren't they…?

She looked back to Proxima, a soft smile growing on the tall female's features that seemed to shimmer like she were looking at a road on a hot summer's day. A hot summer's day… Yeah, like the ones she and Proxima used to train in. She, Proxima, Nebula… even Gamora before she went off on her extended mission. They would continue until they couldn't stand, all of them looking expectantly at Aquamae. She would just shrug and conjure them all some cool water. Conjure was their term, not hers, but the only one she could think of was manifest and, according to a younger Nebula, that didn't sound as cool. They would laugh off the "conjuring vs manifesting" argument until Father would walk up to them.

Father… No, not father… Thanos.

The present flew back to her, the "memory" losing traction in her mind. She flashed her focus back to him. Him. Thanos.

Father.

"Never leave…"

No! This isn't right! Her head began to ache, her hands encasing it trying to ease the pain, but failing as she lowered her body to the ground, to the puddle of water. That's right; water. Water, Earth, Tony, Peter. Home. The only father… The only dad I know is Tony. He's…

Thanos is Father.

The other creatures in the room could almost hear the moment her brain snapped. Like an old light switch flipping in a silent house. They all kept their eyes on her, careful in their expressions, but ready in case this didn't go as planned.

Slowly, she raised her body, each vertebrae placing itself just slightly different than before. She raised her arms above her head, stretching them out as if she were just a little stiff. As her head popped up, her face held a determined yet menacing smile.

"Sorry, Father. I'm feeling better now."

Peter was mid-swing when he felt something. It was like his spider senses, yet completely different. It made his heart race and his breathing hitched. Not knowing what was going on, he brought himself to the top of a building. As he landed, he rushed to the center of the building, making sure no one could see him as he tore his mask off. His breathing was erratic and his heart felt like it was going to explode.

Something was wrong. But he didn't know what. He couldn't figure it out. He decided to sit there, knowing it wouldn't be safe to swing out in his current condition. He looked up to the sky.

Aqua?

Tony dropped his pencil and braced himself against his desk. He felt like he was going to pass out and vomit all at the same time. It felt like a panic attack, something he has long grown accustomed to given his more recent life experiences. He held his chest trying to calm his heart.

"Boss, Peter's vitals have become erratic."

Tony looked up, confused. It has to be a coincidence. "Okay? You sure he's not just in a fight that's gettin' the best of him at the moment?"

"Karen says he was swinging between two buildings when it began. They have since landed, however Karen is suggesting it may be akin to a panic attack."

There's no way.

"So, he's safe for the moment?"

"Seemingly, yes."

"Okay, tell Karen I'll head out soon to make sure. Have her advise him to stay put." Tony barely heard her affirmative response. He looked back down at his desk, then up to a display he constantly kept on. Constantly searching.

It's been eight months. He shook his head. Too much time.