"(Y/n)," Professor X was the next person on the screen, "I believe I'm the last person to give my message. I've seen many minds, and many mutants in my years, but you will always stick out to me. When you thought you were dangerous, or doubted yours...
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Chapter Thirty-Two: A Drop of Blood
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"You're the ones Thor told us about!" The woman exclaimed.
"You know Thor?" Tony questioned suspiciously.
"Yeah, tall guy, not that good looking, needed saving."
Peter and I shared a look when Quill said Thor wasn't that good looking. We could easily acknowledge that wasn't true.
"Where is he now?"
"He went to Nida- Nidev- he went somewhere to get a magic weapon to defeat Thanos," Quill gave up after two attempts of saying the place's name. Most likely Norse.
"Great, so he's out of the fight for us," Tony walked towards the hole the Guardians blew in the ship's side, "Let's get off this ship and see what this place looks like on the ground."
The rest of the group followed Tony outside. Now that we were on the ground, everything was so much bigger. The way the planet was dry, with no signs of life, made me wonder what happened to it.
"The hell happened to this planet?" Quill questioned, a small device out and scanning, "It's eight degrees off its axis. Gravitational pull is all over the place."
"It's bouncy over here," Mantis beamed, jumping up and down in a spot with questionable gravity.
"They're adults acting like kids," Peter mumbled in disbelief.
"Oh come on Pete," I nudged him, "Just because you're an Avenger doesn't mean you have to be all Batman serious now."
Peter smiled slightly, turning back to Tony and Quill as they formulated a game plan for our attack.
"Alright, I think I have a plan. Or at least the beginnings of one. It's pretty simple. We draw him in, pin him down, get what we need, and get out. Definitely don't want to dance with this guy," Tony looked at Drax, "Are you yawning? In the middle of this while I'm breaking it down? Huh? Did you hear what I said?"
"I stopped listening after you said 'We need a plan'," Drax stated boredly.
"Mr. Clean is on his own page," Tony sighed, turning to Quill for an explanation.
"See, not winging it isn't really what these guys do," Quill explained.
"What exactly is it that they do?" Peter asked.
"Kick names, take ass," Mantis said confidently.
I grinned under my mask, holding back a laugh. This team reminded me of the X-Men, a disaster, but still functional and close. I'm sure they somehow always saved the day too. Either way, they were a nice break from the seriousness of hero work on Earth. I looked to Tony, who sighed, staring off into the distance, likely wishing he could be anywhere but on Titan with all of us.
