Chapter 29

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Well whoopdie fucking doo and chance of one in 14,000,605 how amazing. The only thing I could think of was Bucky...I didnt care what happened to me. "Hello miss Stark there is a comms call going through would you like to accept?" My A.I asked causing me to jump slightly. "Sure."I respond. I gathered they were fighting then because comms only goes on in combat. I couldnt hear anything at the moment because no one was talking.

"Okay guys we need a plan because Thanos is going to come for us eventually and I have some business to attend to back home so uh let's think of one." I say out of nowhere sick if the silence. I was running it all through my head to see if my plan would work. "So what do you guys do?" I ask needing to factor in their abilities. "Kick names take ass." Mantis said. Aw she is cute but incredibly stupid. "No like powers and stuff."I elaborate. A smirk rose on Quills face. Ugh this man makes me wish Thanos finds us.

"Well Mantis, can feel emotions and make other people feel em too...super embarrassing for the person she is doin it to but it's cool...Drax hes uh...hes just batshit crazy--." Quill said being cut off. "I'm not made of shit I'm made out of Drax." Drax argued. I mentally rolled my eyes and gave my dad a 'really' expression. "And I well...I'm like a demigod and a total badass well could have been a full god but my da-" he boasted before I cut him off.

"Do you have powers?"

"No."

"Then shut the fuck up."

I returned to my train of thought until I had the perfect plan. "Ok so he wants Strange...right...so if we use him as bait and then my dad can push some of that debris crushing him...obviously that wont kill him but it will distract him...so we get Strange to use his sparkles while we distract Thanos and Quill you can use your bomb or whatever is in you fanny pack-" I explained

"First of all it's a man purse second your plan sucks." Quill cut me off.

"Do you have a better one." I glare. He stayed silent indicating he didnt. Pussy. "So if I may continue...Spiderman will then use portals to distract Thanos...and Strange your cape can help make sure he doesnt close his fist...then we use Mantis to knock him out so we can pull off the gauntlet...sound good?" I finish in one breath. I look around to see them all staring at me in utter bewilderment. "What...is it weird to see a woman making orders?"I ask knowing they underestimate me. "Now can you please swallow you testosterone Thanos should be here soon so I suggest everyone hide." I say walking off and hiding behind a piece of lager shrapnel. Wow that felt empowering.

Everone eventually picked their jaws up off of the floor and put the plan into action. Knowing that we had time a called on comms. "Hey guys how is it on your end."  I was met by alot of grunting before I heard Bucky. "All is good doll just killing some alien dogs...you?"

"Waiting for a powehungry titan on a far away blanet figuring out how to kill him...so all in all everything is normal." I say sarcastically. I heard a chuckle on the other end of the line. Then I saw it. The portal. "Shit I gotta go,"I whispered, "always and forever Buck."

"Always and forever."he answer. Jesus christ we were a cringey couple. It's like something me and Wanda would read on wattpad. She introduced me to it. It's great. Anyway Thanos. I looked to my left to see dad. "𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 is who we are up against?...an obese grape?" I ask as Strange was talking to him. Dad only responded lifting a finger to his lips before flying off. Shit here we go.

A huge peice of rock flew at Thanos and hit him before he could react. That cant have been the end this man has 4 infinity stones.The rock on top of Thanos explodes in purple, as he bellows in rage. He turns the hovering fragments into a flock of bats with the Reality Stone and swarms Dad with them, making him fly back. Bitch who the fuck gave this grape life. Just like we planned Quill jumped on the portals and put an explosion and the raisins back. *narrator laughs...sorry his chin looks like a nutsack*.  Peter's turn.

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