my guardian angel | peter parker x gn!reader

f i v e

titan

An hour, an entire sixty minutes, and at last the plan had been confirmed. Your dad had handed you the role of assistance, which - as much as it annoyed you - you appreciated. It was much better than 'stay in the ship for the next four years of your life, Y/N, it's too dangerous'. But that didn't mean you were planning on entirely obeying these orders either.

You were in position next to Peter, who too was placed with a more defensive job, while the group awaited Thanos's arrival. Each of you was hiding, while Strange sat on the ruined plaza steps in the open, ready to confront the giant ball sack whenever he got there (which should be any minute now).

You turned to the boy crouched to your right, peeping over the top of the debris you two had been placed behind. "You ready?" you asked although the question was more an attempt of convincing yourself rather than asking the boy it was aimed at.

He turned to you, and you could only assume he was offering you a smile underneath the metal of his helmet. "Ready as I'll ever be."

The pair of you made sure to stay quiet and hidden when you heard the heavy footsteps of the titan. "Oh, yeah. You're much more of a Thanos," Strange said as he approached.

"I take it, the Maw is dead. This day extracts a heavy toll. Still, he accomplished his mission." You listened intently to the conversation below you, both because you were waiting for a cue, and because you wanted to embellish in the peaceful nature of the planet, which soon was to be destroyed.

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

"And where do you think he brought you?"

Peter stood up slightly to peek over the rock, resulting in your hand tugging at his arm in the hope he'd stay hidden. His head spun toward you and you immediately let go of him. "Sorry," you muttered out. Much like your dad, you had a habit of being ever so slightly over-protective. And you hated it. Normally, it was small and justified, but that didn't stop you from hating your father's influences on you.

"It's okay. I'm sorry, too."

Strange continued, "Let me guess. Your home?"

"It was. And it was beautiful." The pair of you turned back to the situation at hand, watching as Thanos used the reality stone to reveal what Titan was like before decimation. And he was right; it was beautiful. "Titan was like most planets. Too many mouths, and not enough to go around. And when we faced extinction, I offered a solution."

"Genocide."

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

"Congratulations, you're a prophet," Strange remarked, his voice so soaked with sarcasm that you'd be able to hear it dripping on the floor even from miles away.

"I'm a survivor."

"Who wants to murder trillions."

"With all six stones, I could simply snap my fingers, and they would all cease to exist; I call that mercy."

Strange stood, while you and Peter prepared yourselves, knowing that meant your cue was soon. "And then what?"

"I finally rest and watch the sun rise on a grateful universe. The hardest choices require the strongest wills."

"I think... you'll find... our will... equal... to yours." Strange began to summon his sparkly magic circles between every pause until he was ready in a fighting pose.