Ghost

Chapter Sixteen

                                   Spencer's POV

       What could stop this bliss? What could possibly be the bump in this otherwise happy ending? Oh, I don't know. Maybe Carols' boss calling and sending her out to space for some bullshit about a purple thumb trying to collect rocks blah blah blah..

      Space is weird.

      "Ugh, but baaaaabe. I'm going to miss you." I wine. I'm completely needy right now and I don't care.

      "You know I'll miss you too. But I have to go, we can't let this guy get all the stones. And it's best we cut him off at the knees now before he gets too far along and we can't stop him." Carol sighs, as I've tried this several times now.

      "Well why don't you go for his head instead, ya know? Really put a stop to his little game and be back here for a movie night by the end of the week, yeah?"

       This earns me a laugh from her, which sounds like a chorus of angels. Agh, ew, I'm all mushy. "I mean I'll take the advice to heart but I can't guarantee anything. Thanos is no joke and we have to go about this the right way. We mess up and he gets the wind we're on to him and it could be a disaster."

      Carol says this to me like she's already mentioned this about a dozen times, which she probably has. BUT I suppose this is the first time I've actually listened because the name Thanos grabs my attention. Then again, purple thumb and rocks were a huge hint.

      "Thanos?" I choke out, attempting to sound only half interested in what she's about to say but I might actually be dying. My blood has run cold, my mouth is dry and I'm pretty sure you could see my heart beating 1000% times a minute if you looked. I attempt to hide my new state by wiping my sweaty hands on my.. legs. Oh right, I'm not wearing any pants. Damn.

      Thankfully she keeps talking while she's packing. "Yeah? Remember I said he and his weird children have been looking for the infinity stones? We know his little posse is a lot bigger than just him and his adoptive creatures. All we have right now his him and about five others. We figure we cut the head of them off, start sinking their ship; all the little rats will try to flee the ship and we can grab them as they pop up."

      If she keeps talking, I have no idea what she says. Thinking about it now, I must do this a lot. Which is sort of shitty. I make a mental note to get better at actually listening and hearing what she says. I swear it's not on purpose.

      Right. I attempt to change the subject as she is still busy with packing and no more words are coming out of her mouth. "But at least we have a few days before you go, right?"

      "Yes. A few others are joining me and I have to wait for them to all get back to base so we can finalize all the details before we leave."

      "Oh, okay, good. So you won't be alone. Not that I don't think you can handle yourself but it helps knowing you'll have others to support you. Who all else is going?"

      "They call themselves 'the guardians of the galaxy'" I give her a 'what the fuck' look so she explains further. "I don't really know, they came up with the name themselves. I guess they stopped something from destroying the galaxy or something and now they travel around space helping people. Oh, and vision is coming too."

       Vision? Man who lets these people name themselves? And how many of these guys are there? I need like a map or a family tree or some shit because I can not keep track of them all. Thank goodness I only met some of them. Tony, Bucky, Steve, and Wanda should feel special.

      "Vision?"

      "He's some kind of Android - person - hybrid thing. One of their fights when I wasn't there. I just kind of go with it at this point." I understand her way thinking on this. "It's a rag tag group but vision is pretty much indestructible and they know their way around space. And I guess a few of them have dealt with this plum before."