𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 | 𝐝𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞

🌻 | 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙄𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙒𝙖𝙧 [5]

𝙍𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩? Yes | [No]

a/n: ahahah the right
amount of chapters for
the right amount of years
Anthea's gonna be
alone–

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tw:
- swearing
- blood

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Space, Titan
[3rd Person's P.O.V]

The plan was put into place and eventually, the Titan finally arrived in all his purple glory. He emerged from a dark-blue vortex, cloud-like edges of the portal he came from. 

He looked around at his surroundings as Anthea peered from her hiding spot next to Peter, careful not to be spotted. He looked at the desolation around him as rocks floated upwards, his head soon bowing down.

"Oh yeah," Stephen, the Titan looking up at him.

"You're much more of a 'Thanos'."

"I take it that Maw is dead," Thanos dismissed Stephen's remark. 

Silence filled the air before Thanos began speaking again, and footsteps were heard, Thanos walking closer to the sorcerer.

"This day extracts a heavy toll," He spoke. "Still, he accomplished his mission."

"You may regret that," Strange quipped back. "He brought you face-to-face with the Master of the Mystic Arts."

Quill smiled to himself as he hid, his blaster in hand while Thanos continued to approach Stephen. Peter and Anthea peered from above, ready to attack if anything went south.

"Where do you think he brought you?"

"Let me guess," Stephen acted as though he were thinking. "Your home?"

"It was..."

Thanos smiles bitterly, placing his hand on his knee as the Reality Stone began to glow, revealing a whole different and livelier world.

"And it was beautiful."

Strange looked around as he saw the blue skies, a whole different planet around him as life existed there, Thanos looking around with a bittersweet feeling.

"Titan was like most planets. Too many mouths, not enough to go around," He lamented. "And when we faced extinction, I offered a solution."

"Genocide," Strange raised an eyebrow.

"But random, dispassionate. Fair to rich and poor alike. They called me a madman," He continued. "And what I predicted came to pass."

The illusion then faded away, returning to nothingness as the Titan looked upon the ruins sadly, Strange remaining unimpressed as stayed where he was.

"Congratulations," Stephen spoke sarcastically. "You're a prophet."

"I'm a survivor."

"Who wants to murder trillions."

"With all six stones, I could simply snap my fingers. They would all cease to exist," Thanos snapped his fingers. "I call that mercy."

Stephen stood up, stepping down from where he last sat.

"And then what?" He questioned, Thanos shrugging.

"I'd finally rest," The Titan responded. "And watch the sunrise on a grateful universe. The hardest choices require the strongest of wills."