Thank you all so much for your support! It truly means a lot to me! Also, during my rewrite, I'm getting all the time issues with Tyra's age all fixed up, so in Iron Man (2008), she's 17 years old, meaning she was born 1991. So she'd be 27 in 2018. :D Just thought I'd clarify before I forget.

"Oh no..." Peter mutters.

Peter cradles Tyra against him, and using his strength, carries her bridal style in Mr. Stark's direction. Tony had been working extensively on trying to figure out the controls for the ship as well as the other functions it might have. Then, he remembers about the wizard, Dr. Strange, and pauses for a moment.

Surely, the wizard would know what to do right? He actually mentioned being a medical doctor...no offense to Mr. Stark...

Running from desperation, he finally locates Dr. Strange in a room nearby the main control system and steering, most likely to avoid Tony Stark. At first, Dr. Strange doesn't move, doesn't even open his eyes as he continues to meditate in midair. Peter's unsure if Strange is ignoring him, or if he's truly deep into concentration with his meditation. Peter Parker grows slightly nervous as he stands there awkwardly in front of the 'wizard' until he remembers what he's doing here in the first place. Peter coughs loudly to get his attention, but still, Dr. Strange seems to be in a meditative state.

"What is it, kid?" Strange keeps his eyes closed.

Peter shifts Tyra's body in his arms, keeping a strong grip on the young woman to prevent himself from dropping her.

"Okay, so um...don't panic, but she's a little..."

At the implication of worry in Peter's tone, Strange reluctantly opens one eye before falling to the floor at the sight before him. His eyes are wide with concern and he quickly picks himself up from the ground before rushing over to Peter and placing two fingers to Tyra's neck, probably to check her pulse.

"What happened, Peter?" Dr. Strange questions the teen.

Peter is first taken by surprise that the wizard even knows his name at all, not that he's complaining- -

"Peter." Strange gives him an urgent look. "Talk to me."

"So uh, she was kinda...upset. About you? Or Mr. Stark? Or something about this Thanos guy, and the dude Maw that we just killed...and she threw up a little bit before she passed out on me. She was kinda rambling so it was hard to tell what was going on, but she was so panicked- -"

"She must have been in shock." Strange mutters. "But then again, she's been a little sick for a couple of weeks. She doesn't think I notice, but I've been keeping tabs."

Strange instructs Peter to place her on the floor, and Peter's staring at the man like a lost puppy as he continues to do multiple things to check on Tyra's health, and even uses his magic as a way to check her vitals.

"Should I go get Mr. Stark- -"

"Hold on, I might need your help, kid." Stephen's soft spoken.

"With...?" Peter's eyes widened with worry.

Strange gives Peter a look, before rolling his eyes.

"It's nothing life-threatening, not yet anyway. I just need you to hold her head up a little in your lap."

Peter nods before letting out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding in before complying with his orders. Stephen places his hand on Tyra's chest, slightly above her breasts, before he mutters something almost unintelligible that Peter clearly can't understand. Tyra's body jolts underneath Peter like a shock was administered to her body, before her eyes spring open widely, and she's sitting up while shouting about the most random things. Stephen moves his hand away and places his hands on both her shoulders to steady her, making her more alert to her surroundings.

"Tyra, sweetheart, do you remember where you are?" Stephen asks worriedly.

Tyra's eyes dart everywhere, clearly confused and scared. Stephen deducts that she's struggling to remember, probably due to whatever that device was that Maw had used on her for torture. Tyra moves backwards until her back hits the wall closest to the door, her legs actually quaking with fear as she stares at both Stephen and Peter with wide eyes.

"Tyra. It's alright- -" Stephen slowly reaches out to her.

Tyra frantically shakes her head, and is hugging herself as she falls to her knees like a scared child.

"What's going on with her?" Peter asks uneasily.

"I don't know. But her energy is all over the place and I don't know why." Stephen mutters in concern. "Maybe...I think that her Extremis had something to do with this. Maybe it healed over her cranium wro- -"

"So just so I'm clear, Extremis basically made her into a giant white blood cell?" Peter glanced over at Stephen in confusion. "I remember Mr. Stark mentioning it before..."

"Essentially yes...but it's much more complicated than that. Her physiological structure has always been a little unique considering her mother is a goddess and her father a human. Extremis just altered her DNA profile even more so and made things a lot more complicated." Strange rambles.

"So what do we do?" Peter asked. "Is she like mentally unstable or something?"

"...or something." Stephen softly utters.

Tyra continues to ramble to herself, and for a minute, Peter and Stephen are unsure of how to approach her.

"I can't- -Gotta get outta here." Tyra spews out frantically.

Stephen feels his resolve break when she starts grasping at her head, searching for something that isn't there, and begins pulling at her own hair.

"Tyra!" Stephen snaps his fingers.

Tyra seems to snap out of her panicked state momentarily as Stephen gathers her attention.

"Where are we?!" Tyra demands.

Peter and Stephen glance back at one another before Stephen responds.

"Tyra. We're in outer space right now, speaking of which, it's to protect the time stone." Stephen points down.

Tyra looks to see the Eye of Agamotto still hanging around her neck like a piece of elegant jewelry. She gently grasps the Eye of Agamotto and raises it up to inspect it further.

"Oh for fuck's sake." Stephen rolls his eyes. "Tyra, come here please."

"No." Tyra stares at him suspiciously.

"No? What do you mean no? I'm your...I'm your boyfriend." Stephen scoffs.

"Boyfriend?" She squeaks. "I don't...I don't remember...wait...where are we?"

"Jesus Christ. It's worse than I thought..." Stephen mumbles.

"Strange! Tell me what's going on! Why's the Parker kid here? Where are we?" Tyra demands.

Stephen grabs Peter by the arm and pulls him over to whisper into his ear.

"Alright, I need you to use your...whatever it is, web? And I need you to hold her down. Think you can handle that?"

Peter gives him a firm nod.

"Go."

"WHO THE HELL DO YOU TWO THINK YOU ARE?!" I scream.

Strange and Peter continue to ignore me as they continue on their path to...wherever. Before I realize it, I'm seeing my father, who I haven't seen in a little over two years, and things get so much more weird. It's like a sense of déjà vu, but I don't know why. All I know is, I'm confused, scared, and beyond pissed off more than anything right now.

"Whoa! Whoa! What the hell is happening?" My dad glares at the two of them.

"It's not what it looks like Mr. Stark!" Peter rambles.

"Then tell me what it looks like! You have my daughter tied up like some villain- -"

"She was fighting back, we had to- -"

"Fighting back?!" Tony's eyes widened slightly. "What did you two do?! It's only been an hour!"

"She's got some type of amnesia, Mr. Stark! We need your help! She keeps melting through my web!" Peter explains quickly.

Amnesia?!

"Amnesia?! What the fuck..."

Dad runs a hand through his hair and lets out a deep sigh as he inspects me further.

"My thoughts exactly! Let me go! Right now!" I shout angrily.

"Stark, can you subdue her?" Strange cuts in.

I'm melting through the web, eager to punch Strange in the face and get the hell out of here.

After I figure out where the fuck I am.

"And just what do you plan on doing to her?" Dad glares at Strange.

"I'm going to restore her memory. But I need you to keep her still. She's agitated and desperate to get away, and it's really not helping." Stephen returns the glare.

My dad raises his arm, and for a moment, I'm scared he's going to fire a repulsor beam at me, until he speaks up.

"Alright, fine."

Dad makes a practiced hand gesture, until the armor is off of him in seconds.

"FRIDAY, time-out for Tyra, please." He orders his AI.

"Right away, boss." FRIDAY responds.

I panic as the armor attaches itself to me, and it's becoming increasingly difficult to even move now that I'm being weighed down.

"Heat resistant protocols engaging. Sorry Tyra." FRIDAY tells me.

I growl as Strange walks over, muttering something in another language as he moves his hands and forms mandalas of light along his arms.

"This will only take a minute, dear."

"Don't! Don't call me that!" I blush deeply at the endearing nickname.

Strange smirks slightly at my reaction, before he presses his thumb onto my forehead.

"Buckle up...buttercup."

Is he...mimicking me or something? I'm getting that sense of déjà vu all over again. It sounds like something I'd say.

My head is suddenly tingling, before my vision is nothing but white.

As I feel a headache forming, I'm blinking my eyes open slowly as I'm able to make out three individuals hovering over me. My vision continues to blur, and I'm helpless to wipe at my eyes because I feel my body being pinned down from something heavy.

"Can someone wipe my eyes please? I can barely make out anything." I whined.

"Time out protocol disengage, FRIDAY." My dad's voice cuts in.

I feel my body release a lot of tension from hearing my father's voice, and finally, I'm able to sit up again. I'm wiping my eyes with the palm of my hand before I'm nursing my head within my hands.

"Holy fuck. My head." I groan.

"It'll fade in a few minutes. Just close your eyes for now."

Stephen's here...right...yeah...the, uh...I'm on the spaceship. killed Ebony Maw...there's Peter Parker...my dad...

"Shit..." I hiss out in pain.

"Anyone wanna tell me what the hell just happened?" Dad spoke up.

"My theory? Those spikes that Maw was using as a method of torture did something to her cranium and brain. The Extremis factor within her body was probably trying to fight it off like a...as Peter said earlier, like a white blood cell, but it must have healed wrong over her brain. I just performed a minor spell to help reverse the effects." Stephen mumbled softly.

"That was...shit...I...I'm so sorry, Stephen." I apologized profusely.

"There's nothing to apologize for. You weren't quite in control of yourself. It's fine." Stephen assures me.

I slowly open my eyes and find Stephen crouched down next to me, his lips twitching into a small smile when the two of us lock our gazes with one another. Stephen holds out his hand for me, knowing that I'm already eager to get up, and helps me to my feet. I turn to face my father, who still looks at Stephen suspiciously.

"Seriously?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Sorry, but not sorry. Tyra, I thought you had standards." Dad quips.

"You said the same thing about Steve." I gave him a pointed look.

At this, dad sighs and runs a hand through his hair.

"You see, now you're trying to guilt trip me- -" He shakes his head. "Nope. Not this time."

I can't help but let out a dry chuckle at this.

"Dad." I utter softly. "Before you jump to conclusions about Strange and make some sort of judgement. Just know this...we're connected on a different level than you might realize. You remember how I told you over the phone that it was like something clicked and you just had this moment of clarity? Like with you and Pepper? Well...that's what this felt like. I just need you to try and understand that."

My father falls silent at this, and after a minute he claps a hand on my shoulder as he gives me a small smile.

"Gotcha." He nods. "Just...I care about you too much as you already realize. But, you also already know that I have fatherly duties I must commit to."

At the light tone in my father's voice, I can't help but crack a smile at him.

"Yeah..." I muttered. "But you respect my decisions right?"

Tony Stark surprises me with a hug and I can't help but fall into his embrace. My father rubs my back gently and plants a kiss to my head.

"Of course I do." He murmured.

I blink away tears, as I find myself relieved for the first time in months. I can't help but return his hug with enthusiasm. Finally, after a few seconds, my father pulls away with a light blush on his face and clears his throat with a cough.

"Strange."

Stephen and Peter, who had been standing awkwardly nearby this entire time, perk up. Stephen holds his head high as he makes eye contact with my father.

"You hurt this woman, and I hurt you. Very badly. That car accident will make your hands will look like nothing." Dad promises him.

Stephen appears unphased from his statement, but he knows that for once, Tony Stark is deadly serious. All Stephen can do is give him a firm nod.

"Wouldn't expect anything less." Stephen responds.

Then, my father claps his armored hands together as he cracks a small smile.

"This day has been both very weird and awkward! Congrats to everyone involved!" He jokes.

I find myself dazed again, as well as nauseous before finding myself leaning against my father for support. Dad looks concerned as his smile falters.

"You alright? Squidward didn't hurt you that bad, did he? I thought we kinda got all that outta the way..."

I shake my head and take a deep breath to fight back the urge to throw up.

"I'm fine." I assured him.

It surprises us when Peter actually speaks up this time.

"Yeah...I'm not really buying that." Peter shakes his head. "I've read up on the online documents from SHIELD regarding Extremis that were released by Black Widow. You shouldn't be able to get sick...like at all."

At this, I've now got the attention of my father and Stephen. Stephen, I could tell, had a lingering suspicion regarding this for a while. If his expression was anything to go off by.

"I'm fine, Peter. I probably just...ate something bad." I shrug.

"Well now that Mr. Parker has said something...I'm beginning to see signs..." Stephen voiced his thoughts.

"Oh Stephen, come on, not you too." I roll my eyes.

"If it's actually nothing, then you don't have anything to worry about right?" Dad smiled thinly.

"Seriously? Guys, stop acting so damn weird about this. When I say I'm fine- -"

"Yeah, well except, that you're not exactly fine." Peter stammers.

I fold my arms and give Peter a small glare, ready to retort until our conversation is cut short with a beeping noise sounding from the main controls. I go over to the main console immediately, and fail to hold back the gasp that escapes me.

"Guys, I think we're here! The ship's about to crash!" I shout.

Immediately, Peter and my father move quickly to the steering of the ship and with Stephen and I protecting everyone with our magic, we manage to crash land on the planet with minor difficulty. My dad steps over towards us briefly after getting up from the metal floor.

"You alright?" Dad asked Stephen.

Stephen nods, almost surprised by my father's sudden concern. I can't help but smile at the thought of my father being so caring towards others. He would most likely deny it, but I knew my father wore a big heart on his sleeve.

"That was close. I owe you one." Dad mutters to Stephen.

Stephen gives my father another nod and doesn't say anything in return. In seconds, Peter Parker descends from above in an almost spider-like fashion as he hangs from the ceiling on just a web.

"Let me just say, if aliens wind up implanting eggs in my chest or something...And I end up eating you, I'm sorry." Peter spoke up.

I can't help but chuckle at Peter's reference and give him a thumbs up. My father however, gives the two of us a small glare as he points at Peter.

"Tyra, don't encourage him." Dad turns towards Peter. "And I don't wanna hear another single pop culture reference out of you for the rest of the trip. You understand?"

"I'm trying to say that something is coming." Peter argued.

Suddenly, a grenade rolls into view, and Peter, Strange and Tony get back. I quickly kick the grenade away from them just as it explodes and immediately find myself disoriented and nearly blinded. It's not long before I'm able to make out three people from the smoke as they storm in.

"Thanos!" A muscular man shouts.

The Cloak of Levitation flies at his face and whips him around after latching itself onto him. I see someone with headgear and mask pin Iron Man to the wall with a magnetic disc. Over in the distance, I can hear Peter shouting fearfully as he crawls backward from a bizarre looking woman.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Please don't put your eggs in me!" Peter squeals.

Peter webs her arms to her body in a panic, and suddenly the man from earlier flies at him from the side, before kicking him down.

"Stay down, clown." He growls.

I find myself grow protective of Peter Parker and immediately step in.

"Okay, that's it!" I shout angrily.

Finally, I jump up and use my levitation abilities to tackle the man with the mask from behind as I get him away from Peter. He shouts angrily as he tries to pry me off of him before finally managing to throw me over him. Before I can fall, I'm in front of the man again using my levitation and start heating up my fist to throw punches and jabs at his mask in hopes to melt it off or blind him. Surprisingly, he's quicker than I anticipate and has me in choke hold before I realize it. My father has the muscular man from earlier on the ground with a nano-tech gun aimed at him as Peter pins him down with his extended arms from the Spiderman armor, while Stephen is holding the strange looking woman captive as well.

"Everybody stay where you are. Chill the F out." The mask on his face materializes away. "I'm gonna ask you this one time. Where's Gamora?"

Gamora? Who the fuck is that?

My father's helmet dematerialized instantly as he openly glares at the man holding a gun to my head.

"Yeah, I'll do you one better. Who's Gamora?"

The muscular man from below suddenly shouts at my father.

"I'll do you one better! Why is Gamora?"

What the fuck? Who are these guys?

I can't help laugh at the odd man's statement and get cut off when my neck is being gently squeezed. I gasp lightly against the person holding me hostage and roll my eyes.

Like this asshole thinks he can actually kill me with a fucking gun. Fuck that. Not before I kill Thanos...or die trying to at least.

"Tell me where the girl is, or I swear to you, I'm gonna French fry this chick." He shouts angrily.

"Okay, first of all, go fuck yoursel- -ah!"

The man holding me cuts me off again with a not too gentle squeeze to the throat this time. I'm barely able to breathe at this point. My father looks absolutely pissed off at the man holding me and looks ready to do anything necessary to save me.

"Let's do it! You shoot her, I blast him. Let's go!" Dad threatens. "Not like you can kill her anyway. My baby girl is much more prideful and resilient to get taken out like that. She'll probably kick your ass if anything. But don't let me convince you, you can go ahead and see for yourself."

Iron Man's nano-tech gun extends as it prepares to fire.

"Do it, Quill! I can take it." The muscular man says proudly.

"No he can't take it!" The bizarre looking woman cried out.

Stephen looks at the buff man being pinned down and just barely resists the urge to roll his eyes.

"She's right. You can't." Stephen points out.

"Oh yeah? You don't wanna tell me where she is? That's fine. I'll kill all three of you and beat it out of Thanos myself." He then glares down at me. "Starting with you."

"Bitch, you can't kill m- -" My eyes widened at the mention of Thanos. "Wait what, Thanos?"

Stephen catches on and immediately questions the man.

"All right, let me ask you this one time. What master do you serve?" Stephen spoke to Quill.

Immediately he scoffs at us and rolls his eyes.

"What master do I serve? What am I supposed to say? "Jesus"?" He mocked.

HA! What the fuck is this?! Am I being punked or something?!

Dad lowers his weapon at the same time the man does.

"You're from Earth?" Dad raised an eyebrow.

"I'm not from Earth. I'm from Missouri." He retorted.

"Yeah, that's on Earth dip-shit. What are you hassling us for?" Dad rolls his eyes.

"So, you're not with Thanos?" Peter mumbled in confusion.

"With Thanos?" He scoffs. "No, I'm here to kill Thanos. He took my girl- -wait, who are you?"

"We're the Avengers, man." Peter replies.

"Oh." He mutters in surprise.

Finally, my patience wears thin and I immediately break free of the man's hold before giving him a well deserved slap to the face. He winces and holds his cheek as he fails to hold back a gasp. It's almost amusing that he's pouting at me like a youngster, but I'm far too angry at this point.

Man this guy is slowly but surely pissing me off.

"Go fuck yourself by the way." I glared at him. "You can't kill me and you wouldn't be the first to try, dumbass."

"You're the ones Thor told us about." Mantis smiled.

I perked up at the mention of Thor and walk over to her with an apprehensive look on my face.

Please tell me he's alive...please...

"So you know Thor?" I asked her.

Before she can speak, the man known as Quill cuts her off. I nearly walk back over to bitch-slap him again, but Peter makes sure to grab my hand before I do. I look at the teenager in surprise before I spot the knowing smile on his face.

"Yeah. Tall guy, not that good-looking, needed saving." The human told us.

"Where is he now?" Dad questioned.

I feel dazed and light headed, before I know it, I can feel myself stumbling forward as my vision blurs. Surprisingly, it's the man that nearly shot me in the head that catches me in the nick of time.

"Whoa what the fuck? Is she okay?" Quill mutters nervously.

My father's by my side in an instant along with Stephen, and both their eyes widen as dad holds my face in his hands. I can feel my body go slack and already know what's coming. It's odd that I'm having a vision forced out of me, and it was something I thought I wouldn't have to get used to any longer after all the intense training from Stephen and Wong.

"I didn't fucking comatose her did I? Shit." Quill says nervously.

"She's having a premonition. She'll be fine." Dad responds.

Dad gives Quill a nod before maneuvering my body into his arms.

"This isn't right." Stephen says.

Stephen examines me carefully, and stares into my milky white eyes from over my father's shoulder.

"What do you mean?" Dad looks to Stephen nervously.

"After I saved Tyra from Zemo, we worked immensely on developing her skills in the mystical sense. She shouldn't be having this problem. Tyra gained control of her Vanir abilities. She should be able to just conjure up visions at will. I taught her how to utilize them properly." Stephen informs him.

At this, my father's gently patting my face with his armored hand.

"Tyra, come on. Come on baby, wake up. Wake up- -" Dad stammers.

Stephen stops my father after grabbing his wrist.

"It won't do anything. She just needs to ride this out."

"Can you do anything at all?"

Stephen pauses and stares down at my unconscious body.

"There might be something."

FLASH!

"He is in anguish!" Mantis cries.

"Good." Quill growls.

"He… he… mourns!" Her voice cracks.

Drax looks at the currently subdued Thanos with disgust.

"What does this monster have to mourn?!" He questions.

In the distance, a cyborg woman with blue skin gives us all a saddened expression.

"Gamora." She mutters.

Peter Quill turns to the woman and looks at her in disbelief.

"...What?" Peter barely uttered.

"He took her to Vormir. He came back with the Soul Stone... but she didn't." Nebula concludes.

In seconds, my father senses the gravity of the situation and his helmet materializes away instantly before he glares at Quill. I glare at Quill as well, knowing how emotionally invested with this Gamora that he is. I truly feel terrible for Quill, but I already know that he's compromised our plan to save the entire universe because of his love for Gamora.

"Okay, Quill, you gotta cool it right now, you understand?" I spoke up. "Quill, don't you fucking dare!"

Quill slowly turns to Thanos as all of us struggle to get the gauntlet off of the mad tyrant as quickly as possible. We were so fucking close that we could start to see Thanos' palm.

"Don't, don't, don't engage, we've almost got this off!" My dad shouts angrily.

The look on Peter Quill's face is very heartbreaking and I could find myself relating to Quill, but this was the wrong time and place for a confrontation such as this.

"Tell me she's lying." Quill grows enraged. "ASSHOLE! TELL ME YOU DIDN'T DO IT!"

"I... had... to." Thanos breathes out.

Quill starts to tear up and tries to will them away, but it's too late. Quill has finally snapped.

"No, you didn't… No, you didn't…"

Then, Peter Quill pistol-whips Thanos twice in the face and my eyes widen when I realize Mantis' hands were knocked away in pain because of Quill.

"NO, YOU DIDN'T!" Peter cries angrily.

"Quill!" Drax shouts.

It's too late.

FLASH!

As many replicas of Dr. Strange whirl around Thanos, they all cast magical chords and wrap around Thanos' arms, hands, and torso. Thanos is struggling to close his fist that donned his Infinity Gauntlet, and in a panic, he uses the Soul and Power Infinity Stones to weed out the real Dr. Strange. I find myself panicking as the copies disappear and start running as fast as I can to help Stephen. It happens all too quickly. Thanos has Stephen by his throat in absolute rage. Stephen fights against his grasp and gasps for air as he weakly attempts to claw at Thanos' hand.

"You're full of tricks, wizard." Thanos growls.

"Hey Doomfist!"

With all the power I have, I land a powerful punch on Thanos in the jaw. He stumbles back in surprise and drops Stephen who is barely conscious. Then, Thanos glares at me before his expression melts away in pure amusement. Suddenly, I feel extremely uncomfortable as the mad tyrant laughs.

"You've had the stone all this time. How precious, little Vanir. I'll be taking that if you don't mind."

FLASH!

"I'm s- -sorry. I'm so sorry. T- -there was no other way, this was the only outcome where Thanos lost." I sobbed.

"T- -Tyra? Mister Stark? I- -I don't feel so good..." Peter stammers.

My father catches Peter just in time and holds him in his arms as his body slowly turns to dust. Stephen holds me back and turns until I'm facing him.

Then, suddenly, Stephen holds my face in his hands. My surroundings begin to fade.

"Tyra. I need you to come back."

I resist Stephen and try to turn around just in time to see my father truly broken as Peter finally fades away from existence. I'm turned around forcefully again this time.

"Tyra. I need you to come back to me. Please."

"Stephen?"

My eyes widened as I see Stephen's arms crumble slowly to dust. Stephen looks scared as he stares at me.

"Wake up Tyra. This isn't real. This is only a vision. Wake up." Stephen mutters nervously.

FLASH!

I look around frantically only to find Stephen's forehead pressed to mine as he's holding me in his arms. Then, I remember where we are and grow fearful of what's to come. Stephen looks just as scared when he pulls back and holds my face in his hands.

"Hey. You alright?" Stephen asks me.

I shake my head and blink away tears as I look towards Peter Parker.

Oh God...Peter...my father will never forgive me. What did I do?

Stephen gently grabs my chin until I'm looking at him.

"No, don't you dare do that." Stephen warns me. "We need to be focused. We need a plan."

He's right. He's absolutely right. We need to focus.

I nod at Stephen and remove all the terrible things I'd witnessed from my mind. Stephen glances down at the Eye of Agamotto, which still hangs around my neck.

"I might have one...do you trust me?" Stephen questions.

I nod quickly and try to remain focused on the task at hand.

"Yeah, of course I do." I assured him.

"Get into the lotus position. Open the Eye of Agamotto." Stephen demands.

I give him a look of confusion but does as he says.

"Are you crazy? You want me to use the stone?" I asked nervously.

"With your Vanir abilities and this Time Stone...the two of us are going to look into every possible outcome from infinite timelines involving our battle against Thanos." Stephen explains.

"You're fucking serious." I stare at him in disbelief.

"Tyra. I'll be there with you this time. We can't waste anymore time before Thanos returns." Stephen assures me.

Stephen holds his hands out and places them on top of mine.

"Do you trust me?" Stephen repeats.

I don't hesitate and give him a nod of confirmation. Stephen and I channel into the powers of the Time Stone before tapping into my Vanir powers.

It feels completely overwhelming as we watch ourselves die almost relentlessly, by Thanos' hand. I actually happen to die in over five hundred thousand timelines, whether it's to protect Peter Parker, my father, or Stephen. Sometimes, I get brutally tortured by Thanos as he uses me to get the Time Stone. In one thousand of those timelines, I let myself die as I beg Stephen not to let Thanos have the Time Stone. It's a reoccurring theme that I'm killed with the Infinity Stones that Thanos already possesses to ensure that Extremis can't heal me.

The times I watch Stephen die, I feel like part of myself is dying with him and feel my sanity wane away at how vivid in detail these visions are. Each time I see Thanos prevail against us, I feel a burning hatred for the mad tyrant that only intensifies. By the time we get to the 400,500th timeline, it feels like there is no hopes in stopping Thanos as if the universe is telling us that we were destined to lose and let millions of lives perish.

I see my father die in a multitude of ways, getting crushed by a building or meteor (courtesy of Thanos), or getting stabbed by his own blade (also courtesy of Thanos). I witness Peter Parker get his windpipe crushed just from the sheer strength of Thanos' hands, and also see him fade out of existence once Thanos gets all of the Infinity Stones. I see Stephen die to protect me, or get killed again by Thanos' strength alone as he strangles the life out of him. Other times, I see Thanos figure out something with the knowledge of the Infinity Stones that he already possesses. He uses such knowledge against Stephen, myself, and my father.

However, in each time line, Thanos always gets his hands on the Time Stone by any means necessary. Without Stephen sifting through these terrifying visions and alternative timelines with me, I think I might have been so overwhelmed and would have descended into pure madness. With the Infinity Stones that he currently possesses, it's impossible to defeat him, even with all of us combined.

"Strange, Tyra...we alright?"

The last thing I manage to see is Scott Lang, before I'm brought out of this spell. I glance at my dad with wide eyes before turning my attention back to Stephen, who has yet to finish searching for any possible and definitive victory against Thanos. His body looks as if it's vibrating as he remains connected to the Time Stone. My father is quick to check on him as well before Stephen finds what he's looking for. I can barely form a coherent thought as I lock eyes with Stephen.

"You're back. You're alright." He assures us.

Strange and I continue to hold our gaze with each other intensely. I close up the Eye of Agamotto immediately and find myself failing to calm down. It was overwhelming, terrifying, and upsetting to see each of these 14 million timelines so up close and personal. I could barely begin to imagine how Stephen must have felt right now. Finally, Peter Parker breaks the silence when he first speaks up.

"Hey, what was that?" Peter questions nervously.

"We went forward in time to view alternate futures. To see all the possible outcomes of the coming conflict." Stephen pants lightly.

Quill shifts on his feet and stares at us with an underlying fear in his expression.

"How many did you see?" Quill spoke up.

"14,000,605." Stephen responds.

Everyone tenses as my father voices out the question lingering in everyone's minds.

"How many did we win?" Dad mumbles.

The look that Stephen gives my father is almost chilling to the bone.

"One."

Well...this Scott Lang plays a huge part...at least from what I can remember.

I finally get up and start pacing around as tears spring into my eyes. I feel ready to break down at the many things I'd witnessed with Stephen. There were so many things I wanted to talk about with him, but there wasn't enough time.

"Look at me. Right now."

I look at Stephen through a tearful gaze. Stephen gently has my chin in his grasp as he forces me to face him.

"You can't do this, especially right now."

I shake my head as I let out a sob and try to remove myself from Stephen, but he refuses to let me go.

"Tyra. No matter what happens today, I...I'll accept it with stride. Especially if it means you'll live to fight another day." Stephen lowers his voice dangerously. "You wanna know why? Because you're a survivor, and because I...I fucking love you. You have to be strong, and you can't doubt yourself. Not from this point on..."

My body shakes uncontrollably as I let out another pained sob, but I give Stephen a firm nod when I know he's right.

"You can absolutely do this. Because I believe in you. So do me a favor and believe in yourself." Stephen told me.

I finally grab the back of Stephen's head as I pull him towards me. I'm completely moved by his words and kiss him passionately, knowing very well it might be the last time I get to. Stephen melts against me, and I can tell that he also needed this moment of intimacy as well. It takes a few seconds before we finally pull away and I hear someone sniffling behind us.

Of course it's fucking Quill.

"That...that was fucking beautiful man." Quill mutters.

I can't help but let out a chuckle and turn to face everyone as I reluctantly separate from Stephen. I can tell that my father was touched by everything Stephen had said, and even goes as far as to give him a nod out of complete respect.

"Alright...alright...let's do this." I nod.

Alright my dudes! I AM BACK! I finally finished revising this entire fucking fanfic and I am so pumped to finally finish Infinity War! YAAAAAAASSSSS! WE ARE NUMBER ONE! HEY!