As The World Caves In: An Avengers / Star Wars Story

senator of another time

**Don't skip ahead to read translations or risk spoilers**

     "Now," I say, looking on at the faces before me. "I need an a scientist, one that knows of these planets and stars, from your Earth."

        Thor belches again and slips his tinted goggles down his nose, showing just the tip of his eyes, "I know someone. She's amazing. You guys are gonna love her."

       "Is she a scientist?" I ask, looking solely at Thor.

       "A brilliant one. Doctor Jane Foster," Thor answers with a bright, drunken grin.

       "Great. We're gonna need to split into divisions to accomplish this. One group studies the wormholes, the other takes on the understanding of the stones," Steve speaks up, looking around at everyone. Within the next few minutes, it is decided that Thor, Clint, Rhodey, Steve, and I will go find Jane and bring her back to the compound to help me. Whereas, Natasha, Tony, Rocket, Nebula, and Bruce will study the stones.

      The group to go get this scientist boards the Quinjet the next morning. Steve takes the pilot's seat while I take the co - pilot's. We make our adjustments to the hyperdrive equipped jet, but I do not active the drive this time. Steve flies, taking us from New York out to some place Thor told us is called 'Lundan' where everyone speaks with an accent similar to his and myself.

Although, I am still quite confused given that there is no possible way that my accent could be like theirs. Mine is of Mandalore, the mother planet of Concordia. It can not possibly mean these 'Lundaners' people are from there of course. Those who live more core ward, closer to the Republic centre are more likely to have accents. Mine is more reflective of the late Duchess of Mandalore. My mother had been one of her royal advisors, and a spy for Death Watch. It is only natural for me to gain the same mannerisms from going with her to diplomatic missions, like Naboo all that time ago. Not to mention, I have lived on Coruscant for the majority of my true ageing life.

Steve seems to understand what he is doing, so I lean back in my seat and twist my master's crystal, watching as the white clouds pass by us. I slowly rest my eyelids, letting them close, and letting myself drift off to a light sleep. Thoughts of the nearing possibility that I could return to my galaxy fill my head. If I want to go back at all. I have no one waiting for me, but I suppose that is the way of the Jedi. We are not meant to be with others. We are meant to have no attachments. Even so, I have spent five years of my life surrounded by people that will support one another. I have spent a million years alone on Sakaar. I do not want to be alone again.

     No attachments.

     I feel his pinky wrapped around mine.

     No attachments.

      I clutch my stomach as I howl with laughter beside Anakin.

      No attachments.

      My master holds my shoulder while holding a bright smile on her own face as she looks down at her padawan soon to be knight.

      No attachments.

      As I give an encouraging smile to Padmé just as she enters the senate.

      No attachments.

      Holding hands with Nex as I look at him, unsure as to why he is crying. Mother and Father are just sleeping. They look so peaceful.

       No, Jedi is completely without attachments. I laugh softly at my memory of Anakin panicking when I caught him on a holocall with Senator Amidala.