A/N: I finally caught up with Ms. Marvel and can we just take a moment to appreciate Bruno for a second? Like jeez he has guts (not going to say anything else because of spoilers but I HIGHLY recommend reading Ms. Marvel if you haven't already done so).

I also thought I should give you a heads up that the chapters in this story aren't in chronological order. For the most part, it won't make a difference, but next chapter will take place before this one.

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Summary: Kamala and Peter have fun meeting a celebrity.

(Idea from a prompt by Manila Anika)

"I'm so bored, Mr. Strange." Peter whined, laying on his back, staring at the blank, unvaring sky. "Why does death have to be so… boring?"

"For the millionth time Peter, we aren't dead." Muttered Strange, swiping at the dirt to prepare another game. "We're stuck in a place with no concept of time and if I have to explain this to you again I am going to lose it."

Peter was silent for a moment.

"You're right, Mr. Strange. Death wouldn't be this boring."

Stephen gave the boy the most annoyed glare Peter had ever seen. "Oh my God I am so done—" he stopped speaking abruptly when he saw Kamala running up to them, with Elena trailing behind her. Peter sat up quickly, looking alarmed.

"GUYS! YOU'LL NEVER BELIEVE WHO WE FOUND!" Kamala was so excited she was practically shaking. "IT'S SO COOL!"

Stephen looked at Elena, unconvinced. "Is it really that amazing?"

Elena nodded, smiling. "The boy will find it funny."

"Come on, Pete, let's go!" Kamala grabbed his hand to pull him off the ground, and they were off in the direction of the river.

"Can we stop for a minute?" Panted Peter, out of breath.

As far as he and Kamala could figure, them turning to dust had reverted them back to before they got power; meaning Peter was a skinny, weak nerd who couldn't barely run 100 meters before being winded.

"Sorry." Kamala stopped and turned back to face him. "But you'll never believe who I found. It seems unreal. Well, I guess that it isn't impossible to meet a celebrity from Earth, but—" She stopped rambling and pointed to the left, jumping up and down excitedly. "OH MY HECK THERE HE IS!"

Peter looked in the direction she was pointing.

"Is that Barack Obama?"

He turned to look at Kamala, who nodded in confirmation.

"It is."

They looked back to the 44th president, then back to each other, then back to the man.

Without waiting another second, they ran to the zombified man.

"I can't believe we found Obama. OBAMA, Kamala!" Peter grabbed the politician's hand and held it up. "High five! Kamala, I just got a high five from the best president!" He turned to Kamala, who was looking through Obama's coat he was wearing.

"Hey, you can't just look through a president's belongings, Kamala!" Chided Peter. "That's just wrong."

"Give me a break, Peter. I have a theory, and…" She trailed off, eyes going wide as she pulled something out of the pocket. "I was right!" She held up her hand triumphantly in the air, a black square object in her grasp.

"Is that an iPhone?!" Peter practically squealed. He grabbed it right out of kamala's hand and turned it on.

It still worked.

"This is amazing!" Peter was acting like a little kid on Christmas, jumping around and laughing hysterically. He stopped when he realized something. "Wait, how did you know he would have a phone?"

Kamala shrugged like it wasn't a big deal that she just found a connection to the outside world. "We woke up here in our favourite clothes, right?" She gestured to her own outfit; a blue and white zip up sweater and jeans. "Well, I think that's because this is how we imagine ourselves whenever we think of our selves, like in dreams and memories."

She paused for a dramatic effect before continuing. "Well, the president is always on the phone, or being videotaped, etc. As Ammi would say, some people treat a phone like part their body. They can't go without it."

Peter blinked. "That is actually really smart." He grinned at the phone in his hand and started looking through it. Kamala stood beside him, fidgeting like crazy.

"We have no service, no surprise there, but look! There's 70% battery left!" He frowned. "Huh, that's strange, it doesn't have the time." He handed it to Kamala. "What should we do with it?"

"What can we do with it? Spam his camera roll?" She jokingly suggested, not serious at all.

Then, realizing that was actually a good idea, her and Peter took one look at each other before running back to camp.

"Thank you, Mr. President! We'll return it to you later!" Shouted Kamala as her and Peter ran.

Unsurprisingly, the man didn't even acknowledge her.

This was going to be fun.

Months Later

Finally, everything was back to normal.

Even if he hadn't been conscious when he turned to dust, Barack Obama still felt like something was off, but he couldn't place his finger on it. Something had happened when he was… well, wherever he went. No one knows yet, but the reports were coming in about this so called "orange hell".

And when he went on his phone later that night, he found his answer.

In his iPhone's camera roll, of all places.

He just stared at his saved phone, not believing what he was seeing.

There were dozens and dozens of pictures and videos, always of the same four people.

A middle-eastern looking girl, a brown haired teenage boy, a woman who looked to be in her thirties, and a man with black hair who always looked pissed off.

That wasn't the most shocking thing about it, though. No, not the people in the pictures, not that his phone had disappeared along with him, so how could the photos even be taken, not even the orange landscape that was in every photo.

The most shocking was the dates and times.

Or rather, date and time.

The date was just the words "No concept of time in this place", and the time was just an infinity sign.

Barack dropped his phone in shock.

How did Apple even have a setting for that?

1 hour later

Barack clicked on the next video, not believing the secrets of the time between The Snap and the Resurrection were all in his camera roll.

He had spent the last hour watching the antics of these two children, from introducing zombielike humanoids to the camera to explaining about the blood river that ran all through the dimension. (Now that had been a disturbing video)

The vdeo opened as usual with the Pakastani girl.

"Hi Kamala, here!" The girl greeted, grinning like crazy.

"—And Peter!" The teenaged boy entered the picture, also smiling like a four-year-old on Christmas.

"Welcome to day who the heck even knows of trapped in the Soul Stone!" The girl did jazz hands, making Obama smile.

The camera flipped to show an orange hued landscape. "Looks boring, right? Well let me tell you, it is." The girl (Kamala, was it?) said.

The camera flipped back around, this time only the boy (Peter) on the screen. "Luckily, we found some people like us who help make it less boring."

The camera switched the lens again to show the rust coloured ground for a few moments as Peter walked to wherever he needed to go, his sneakers visible in the lens. Obama watched intently, wondering for the thousandth time if this was just a prank someone played on him.

Finally, Peter held up the camera and slowly spun in a circle. "This is our campsite."

There was five fee tall grass all around the medium sized clearing the boy was standing in.

He switched the camera around to show where the girl was, gesturing to two hut-like structures along the edge of the campsite.

"These are our sleeping huts." Kamala explained, patting one. "We made them because it's pretty hard to sleep when it's always bright out. It was so awful to get some shuteye before we built these."

Kamala walked over to the opposite side of the clearing, where the ground looked like it had been dug up and made flat again repeatedly. "This is what we call hang-man's corner, because we've played so many games of hang-man that you want to hang yourself."

"And Tic-Tac-Toe!" Quipped Peter off camera.

She then walked over to the centre of the clearing, where braided grass was covering it. "This is where we hang out with Elena and Mr. Strange." The girl suddenly looked confused. "Speaking of them, where are the adult supervision?"

"I'm not sure." Answered Peter off camera. "Maybe we should go look for them."

Kamal nodded. "I guess that ends the documentary for now. Bye!" She waved and then the camera froze, leaving a very confused man staring at the screen.

Shrugging, he scrolled through the dozens of pictures of the four people until he came to the last video (or picture) on his phone.

This time it started with Peter about four feet away and (presumably) being filmed by Kamala.

"We're back, and now we have the only two sane adults we have found in this place. Meet Elena and Mr. Strange!" Peter gestured to his right, and Kamala moved the camera a few inches until two more people were being filmed.

There was a young brown-haired woman who gave a small smile, and a black-haired man who just looked annoyed.

Peter walked up to the two adults. "This is Elena Rodriguez, and she's a secret agent. Isn't that so—"

"Peter, you can't just say somebody's a secret agent!" Hissed Kamala. "What if these videos are still on his phone when we get out of here? She could be captured or something!"

"Oh, right. I mean, she's definitely not a secret agent, because that would be too crazy." Peter forced a laugh as Elena rolled her eyes and Mr. Strange just groaned.

"And this is Mr. Strange." Peter nudged Mr. Strange (why do they call him that if the other asult I just Elena? Is it a nickname?) in the stomach, earning a glare from the man. "He may seem mean and selfish, but if it wasn't for him, I…" The boy trailed off, looking sad for a moment. "I don't know what I would've done.

Mr. Strange looked like he was about to say something back when Kamala spoke.

"Um guys, the battery is at 2% it's probably going to die soon if—"

Then the screen wen blank.

Seriously? That's it? Sighing, Obama leaned back in his chair, suddenly feeling faint.

Could he have really been in that place, or was it just some very realistic prank?

Instead of investigating further, he put his phone on the table and went to get ready for bed.

There was only so much craziness a man could take, after all, and coming back from a pile of ashes was enough for one day.

I honestly hate how this chapter, but it was lots of fun to write!

If anyone knows who Elena is, please review! I'm shocked that no one has let me know yet, because she's honestly in my top 5 favourite characters of the MCU, and you'll know by next chapter who she really is.

Please review if you have any prompts or ideas for this story!

P.S. I need a beta reader. Please PM if interested!

Next chapter: The four talk about their lives before the Snap.