The view from the ship's vast viewport finally began to change, from open nothingness to a craggy, dead looking terrain. "Hey, what's going on?" Peter asked.

"I think we're here." Katya answered, with a glance towards the Doctor, who'd apparently woken from his meditation. His face reflected the same sentiment.

Mr. Stark sprang up from where he'd been leaning against the controls. "I don't think this rig has a self-park function-" he ran towards one of two giant gauntlets that seemed to be meant to control the steering. "Pete, get your hand inside the steering gimbal-" he instructed, as he began to do so himself. Peter lurched forwards towards the other gauntlet and did the same

"This was meant for one big guy, so we gotta move at the same time." Mr. Stark told him, voice tense.

"Okay okay okay-ready." Peter braced himself as he finished locking himself into place.

The terrain in front of them grew closer by the minute, and there was debris everywhere from what must have at one point been other space ships. They were headed straight for the corpse of one. "We might wanna turn-turn-turn!" Peter cried. He and Mr. Stark strained to do so, but the ship shook suddenly, nearly knocking him off of his feet. Katya scrambled to keep her balance on top of the pilot's chair's head, where she'd been perched, before abandoning post all together and standing behind it, bracing herself against it as the ship shuddered yet again. They must have nicked something, as the terrain was now spinning wildly in front of them. Peter realized with a hard swallow that the back half of the spaceship had cracked off entirely.

Doctor Strange deployed some weird, glowing mandalas that he held and treated as shields, so Peter assumed they were so. Mr. Stark's suit and Peter's own suit closed around their faces, and the bottom half of Katyas sprang back up, leaving only her AI glasses-clad eyes and braids exposed. The ship fully crashed, cracking in two another time, scraping across the sand- it was almost a desert-like terrain- until it finally skittered to a stop, thankfully with all of them still inside. Peter looked wildly around for Katya, who'd taken a hit, as she was slumped on the floor, but before he could go to her she sprang back up, shaking her head to reorient herself. Peter himself scrambled up into the nearest rafter, away from the shattered windshield.

Doctor Strange's mandala shields were the only thing that had saved them from smashing across the ground like the glass did.

Tony got up first, "Everyone all right?" He called, but didn't wait for an answer. The Doctor rushed over, also visibly shaken. "That was close." Tony clasped his shoulder. "I owe you one."

Peter lowered himself from the rafter he'd been on by a web. "Let me just say, if aliens wind up implanting eggs in my chest or something, and I eat one of you, I'm sorry."

"I don't want another single pop culture reference out of you for the rest of the trip, do you understand?" Tony reprimanded. Peter resisted the urge to roll his eyes, and he could hear Katya snickering.

"I'm trying to say something's coming-"

No sooner had he said that then something glowing clattered across the floor. Katya lunged towards it, but before she could cover it - which is what, Peter realized with a terrified pang, she'd been trying to do- it exploded, sending them all flying backwards into the ship's rubble.

As the dust began to clear, Peter could see three figures appear in what must have been a hole to the outside of the ship, as it was backlit by the planet's sun. There was a burly figure on the left, a slighter one with antennae on the right, but the one that concerned Peter the most was the one in the middle with glowing red eyes and a gun pointed in their general direction.

"Thanos!" The burly one to the left screamed, throwing a knife at Dr. Strange, but his Mandala shield stopped it. His cloak, meanwhile, flew towards the burly figure's face and enveloped him, dragging him to the ground.

Chaos ensued. Mr. Stark, in full suit, aimed his repulsors at the guy with the gun, but Peter didn't have time to watch their fight as he was scanning the area for Katya- before coming face to face with the antennaed figure who'd been on the right and had somehow gotten all the way to where he was, still recovering from being splayed out on the ground. He scrambled backwards as fast as he could. "No, no, no, please don't put your eggs in me-!" He shot webs at her each time a hand was free, and she eventually fell, but as soon as Peter stood he was kicked in the side by the guy with the red eyes, sending him flying back into more rubble. His Iron Spider legs saved him from becoming a splatter amongst the wreckage.. He could see Katya running up behind the guy who'd kicked him, and she leapt forward, but before she could get an arm around his throat properly he grabbed her wrist and tried to fling her away. She wrapped her legs around his arm, using a swift kick of her heel to collapse his elbow and he yelped in pain. She took that window to push off from his arm across his chest and essentially wrapped herself around the gun he had in his hand, trying to disarm him. He discharged it and she was blown off, hitting a fallen metal beam, hard.

"Stay down, Clown!" the guy instructed.

"Katya!" Peter lunged towards her with his Iron Spider legs, but was grabbed out of the air by the neck before he could get to her, and felt the still-hot barrel of the weapon in the guy's hand pressed hard against his temple. Through Peter's peripheral vision he could see Katya scrambled back up immediately, despite- or more likely, in spite of- the guy's instructions, wiping blood away from her brow that was now weeping from a slash she'd garnered on the forehead.

The guy pressed a button on the other side of his face and the mask fell, revealing a human man. "Everybody just stay where you are, chill the f out." By this time, Katya had made her way back over and had pulled one of the guns out of the holster on her thigh, pointing it at the man who held Peter in his arm, joining the standoff. Pete couldn't see the man's face but felt the weapon's barrel leave his temple as the man pointed it at Mr. Stark instead. "I'm gonna ask you this one time- where is Gamorra?"

Mr. Stark recovered from the worried glance he'd shot in Katya's direction to yell back. "Yeah? I'll do you one better, who is Gamorra?"

The burly figure that had been attacked by the cloak was now under Mr. Stark's Iron Suit's foot, and let out, "I'll do you one better, why is Gamorra?"

Or how about what is a Gamorra, Peter thought.

"Tell me where the girl is or I swear to god I'm going to french fry this little freak" The man growled, shoving the barrel of the weapon back to Peter's head. His stomach clenched, bracing himself.

Mr. Stark powered up his clawed repulsor, aiming it at the burly figure he'd subdued. "Oh yeah?" his voice was fraught with anger. "You shoot my guy and I'll blast him, let's go!"

"Tony!" Katya sounded both terrified and disappointed. Though Peter knew that Katya knew it was just a front, she adjusted her grip on her gun.

"Do it Quill! I can take it!". The burly one answered from the ground.

The girl with the antennae, though still partially webbed up, was standing now. "No you can't!"

"She's right, you can't." Dr. Strange added.

"All right, you don't want to tell me where she is?!" The man holding Peter yelled, "That's fine, I'll kill all four of you and beat it out of Thanos myself, starting with you- " He pressed the gun harder to Peter's head. He could see Katya take a step closer.

"Wait, what, Thanos? " Dr. Strange asked, his Mandala shields still up. "All right, let me ask you this one time- what master do you serve?"

The man holding Peter shot Dr. Strange a look of disgust. "What master do I serve? What am I supposed to say, Jesus?"

Mr. Stark's mask disintegrated back into his suit. "You're from earth." He sounded exasperated.

"I'm not from Earth, I'm from Missouri."

"Yeah, that's on earth, dipshit." Katya snapped.

"What're you hassling us for?" Tony kept his repulsor aimed at the man on the ground but it was almost like he'd forgotten about it.

"So you're not with Thanos?" Peter finally spoke up, his voice coming out softer than he'd like, probably due to the terrified clenching in his stomach.

"With Thanos?!" The man sounded repulsed, and he pulled the gun away from Peter's face, letting Peter's stomach unclench just the tiniest bit. "No, I'm here to kill Thanos, he took my girl- wait, who are you?"

Peter's mask fell from his face. "We're the Avengers, man."