"Zzz…"
"… Zzz…"
"… Zzz…"
"… ZzzZZ- Ah!" Cloud woke up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes and looked at his phone. Despite everything, the phone still only had one other signal that it could connect to. He wasn't exactly in a good position right now, and his back hurt from his sleeping position.
It was about an hour until it was Tony's turn to man the steering and keep an eye out for their friends… And their rivals, but their friends came first. The overall consensus was that they'd save who they could.
"Why is it even a consensus? There's only two of us." Cloud said out loud.
The new Death Star was well-furnished with new equipment now that it wasn't in control of a fascist dictator… And after Luke helped his dad work past all his self-loathing.
It was still a surprise to see a treadmill on the Death Star.
"Good grief, now I'm talking to myself." Cloud muttered.
"Better than not talking at all." Tony said, staring into his drink, "Couldn't sleep?"
"The opposite. Just woke up." Cloud said as he noticed that he walked into the small kitchen that was located near the main cockpit, "I thought that the others got rid of the beer and stuff after the last New Year's party."
"It's not alcohol. It's juice." Tony answered, "But by the gods, I would kill for a beer right now."
"That's a mood." Cloud muttered. "Honestly, when I find out what caused all of this, I'm using the Buster Sword to cut it in half vertically."
"Heh. Get in line." Tony joked, "I'm shoving my arm down that thing's throat and then firing my repulsor."
"Damn. Considering what I came up with, what I thought of was merciful."
"Y'know, I was hoping that Wanda would have fixed things by now." Tony said.
"You're assuming that she showed up. Who'd she fight anyways? Other than Zatanna, I mean."
"I think Zatanna's the only real opponent for her." Tony said, "You think it's weird, that some people can get a quarter-dozen matchups, but others really only have one?"
"Like what?"
"Well, Bats has Spider-Man, Cap, and Panther, but who does Panther have after that?"
"Yeah, that's a good point. Some people just have a lot of matchups, and others just kinda don't." Cloud conceded, "If anything, Spider-Man has more than most of us."
"Well, popularity tends to do that." Iron Man noted, "But we don't always get to be in a position where we can have a lot of matchups. Besides, it'd get annoying if someone came back for like, I don't know, a fourth time."
"Yeah. I don't know what I was thinking saying that you could fight Batman. I don't think people would enjoy seeing him for a fourth time, and it would just come off as pandering to his base to give him something that he doesn't normally have."
"Yeah, and considering what the Bats vs. T'Challa comment section had, I don't think it would be a good idea to bring back Mr. Prep Time."
"It honestly made me feel a little ashamed of being a Batman fan, to be honest." Cloud admitted.
"It really shouldn't unless you were part of those comments." Iron Man pointed out, "And you clearly weren't, so it's cool."
"Yeah well… it's a lot less fun when you're part of that fandom." Cloud pointed out, "It feels like I'm somewhat responsible for them and their behavior."
"Yeah, well… Some people are more passionate about their preferred character losing than others. They don't take it well, putting it mildly." Tony said, taking a sip.
"Ugh. Why do these assholes take it so seriously anyways? It's not like it's going to affect their lives or anything?"
"Well, people connect to other people, even if those other people are fictional, I guess. If someone insulted someone you were close to, wouldn't you get hostile?"
"Well, we know Tifa gets hostile when people insult or upset Yang, and vice-versa." Cloud said.
"It's like that. Except those two know to not cross certain lines like racism." Tony shrugged.
"In a world full of assholes, we need more Yangs and more Tifas." Cloud sighed.
"I'm sure the two of them would like more bodies for-"
"- Tony. Please. I'm not up for hearing about my best friend and her girlfriend having orgies with themselves."
"Fair." Tony conceded as he took a sip, "So, what fights do you think would've happened while we're gone?"
"I don't know. Maybe they brought in one of those edgelord Superman copycats or and had them beat the crap out of each other."
"Would be pretty cool to see that happen. Well, that and something off the wall like a folklore or mythology fight."
"Like what? Apollo vs. Ra or something?"
"Something like that." Tony noted, "Or Sasquatch vs. the Jersey Devil."
"Is there a 'the' in there?" Cloud asked.
"Hell if I know. All I know is-"
*BEEP! BEEP!*
"Huh. Is it my shift already?" Tony asked as he just now noticed that he was drinking from a now empty cup.
Cloud looked at his watch, "No. It hasn't even been ten minutes."
Tony looked up, "Wait, but if it's not my shift, then…"
Cloud's eyes widened.
Then Tony's eyes widened.
""WE'RE IN RANGE OF SOMEONE!""
Wade: We could be trying to fight our way through a bunch of gigantic robot wasps, or mutant cyborg termites, or metal centipedes, but nooo! "Let's go through the puzzle room" you said, "We shouldn't waste our energy on fights" you said. Now look at where we are!
Dude: Okay, Wade! I get it! We're basically in a deadly escape room from the movie Escape Room. You don't have to keep pointing it out to me!
Wade: No. I do have to keep pointing it out, BECAUSE WE'RE ON A RICKETY OLD BRIDGE OVER A LAKE OF LAVA, TRYING TO HIT THE RIGHT PLANKS TO NOT HAVE IT COLLAPSE AND DROP US IN!
Dude: WELL FINE! NEXT TIME, WE'LL TAKE THE FIGHTING ROOM! HAPPY?
Wade: I'LL TELL YOU IF WE SURVIVE THIS!