Dear Journal,
Finally, a bit of rest. We managed to get a few new team members. We managed to get the reality stone back from the leader of the Dark Dimension, a really demon-like guy whose name I'm not going to even try to spell. Then Stephen Strange teleported the Alliance to the city of Attilan on the moon. We probably have some time before the black order finds us, so the adults are talking to the Attilan royals, while us kids chill in a nearby hotel. It's funny. I just spent some time with Miss Marvel, and despite the new direction the dynamic between us has shifted I still can see her as the girl I thought she was before I knew her identity.
One of the oddest thing that happened is that while in Dark Dimension we encountered Loki who was gathering ISO-8 crystals created by the reality stone. As soon as we confronted him he just handed over the crystals and left. Isn't Loki supposed to be one of the worst of the bad guys?
With some free time I am taking the time to ponder how my life has taken. When I was in Juvie, I thought all Superheroes have been do-gooders their entire life. But I've seen so many clashing personalities within the members of the Alliance. Some members of the Alliance avoid killing anybody. Some kill people without hesitation. Some people are all logic and coldness. Others look at everything with a sense of humor. I'm trying to figure out what really defines a hero, to see if I really belong. I mean, I'm only helping out to settle my guilt feelings. I'm fairly certain that many here have nothing to feel guilty for. I figure Miss Marvel is a prime example. Still, even the ones who have things to feel guilty for are probably not doing it to settle guilt. I mean look at Mr. Stark. Before he became a hero, the weapons he invented killed more people than I ever could but he doesn't seem to have major guilt feelings. Maybe it's just the ability to care.
I'm actually surprised how much Miss Marvel want's to be my friend. She has friends of her own. I am glad that I somehow made friends, even with Gwen. I guess maybe I do belong, because I find I really don't want to lose Miss Marvel.
Uh-oh, problem has arisen. Ever since I arrived at Attilan, I've been seeing these beings used as servants. I think they were called Alpha primitives and they seem to be displeased with there working arrangements because they have started rioting nearby. Starlord has arrived at the hotel to get us, so I'm going to be signing off now.