OUR LIFETIME « Pietro Maximoff

27 /| a plan, a mistake

*•.*[chapter twenty-seven]

"I'M SORRY," Savannah said shaking her head at Tony. She stared at a spot on his red armor for a moment, attempting to replay his previous words in her mind, before failing and meeting his dark eyes. "Say that again. I'm not sure I heard you correctly."

Tony's paused, trying to hold in his agitation. "We draw him in, pin him down, get what we need. We want the gauntlet, nothing else."

Savannah's lips tightened, and she resisted the urge to run her hands through her hair. "Yeah, that's what I thought you said." Her face had to be filled with disbelief. She avoided Peter's eyes, and the eyes of their other allies. "Pin him down? Thanos is not someone you just pin down, and call it a day—"

"Are you yawning? In the middle of this, while I'm breaking it down?" Tony interrupted her, looking to the figure to the right of her. She turned, watching a nonchalant Drax and Mantis. "Huh? Did you hear what I said?"

Drax spoke uncaringly from where he stood amongst the rubble of the planet. "I stopped listening after you said, 'We need a plan'."

Tony's patience was running thin. She could see it on his face as he turned to the left of her, facing Quill. "Okay, Mr. Clean is on his own page."

"See, 'not winging it' isn't really what they do," Quill let out with little remorse.

Peter raised his hand slightly. "Uh, what exactly is it that they do?"

"Kick names, take ass," Mantis said, failing at her attempt of fierceness. She'd said the phrase incorrectly, and Savannah made a hopeless face.

This is going to be hard, she thought.

Drax, ever clueless, agreed with Mantis. "Yeah, that's right."

Tony had his own look of hopelessness on his face, and Savannah could not stand to see it there because he was the one who'd brought them to Titan. He didn't get to feel hopeless. "Alright, just get over here, please. Mr. Lord, can you get your folks to circle up?"

Quill waved a hand. "'Mr. Lord'," he mused, motioning his friends over. "Star-Lord is fine."

"Oh really—" Savannah began frustratedly, but was quickly cut off by Tony.

"We gotta coalesce. 'Cause if all we come at him with is a plucky attitude—"

Quill raised a hand to stop him. "Dude, don't call us plucky. We don't know what it means." He meant that. "Alright, we're optimistic, yes. I like your plan. Except it sucks, so let me do the plan, and that way it might be really good."

Savannah stared. "Will you let him explain the plan first?"

"Yeah," Peter agreed. "Maybe we should hear—"

"Tell them about the dance-off to save the universe," Drax interrupted.

"What dance-off?"

"It's not a—it's not—it's nothing," Quill stumbled.

Peter looked at him confusedly. "Like in Footloose, the movie?"

Savannah had never seen it.

Quill's eyes lit up. "Exactly like Footloose. Is it still the greatest movie in history?"

Still confused, Peter said, "It never was."

"Don't encourage this, alright?" Tony said shooting the young boy a look, and he agreed not to. "We're getting no help from Flash Gordon here."