Finding Home

Chapter 13 - Thanos

Tony POV

I was sitting in space, waiting to die, when a bright glow came from the window. I turned to look as the glow died down a bit. I saw a woman with blond hair floating there, studying me. Then she tapped her armband and spoke into it.

"I found him." She said.

"Are you certain? You know he won't be very happy if you have the wrong person." A boy's voice came back out.

"Yes, I'm sure. What other human would be stranded in space?"

I immediately tensed and aimed my repulsor at her. Then Nebula walked in, saw the lady, and sat next to me.

The boy spoke again. "Are there any others? The other humans said something about a kid named Peter Parker."

Peter's pained face flashed through my mind, and I didn't have the strength to keep fighting. I lowered my repulsor.

"I don't believe so, the guy seemed upset when he heard the boy's name. There is a girl though. They're on the brink of starvation, but we should be back within the hour. Have Boss prepare, they're going to need to be taken care of when I get back." She said.

"I will, but he's getting impatient, so hurry please. You know how he is when he's impatient." The boy responded.

"I know. I'm on my way now," the woman replied, rolling her eyes. "We'll be there soon."

"Kay. See you soon."

"See you."

As soon as she hung up, she grabbed the ship and started flying. I glared at her. "Where are we going?"

"To Terra." Then she was silent for the rest of the trip.

Somewhere along the way, I fell asleep. I woke up when the ship landed roughly. I opened my eyes and, through my exhaustion, saw a battlefield littered with bodies. The door opened and I blindly stumbled out. Immediately, I was pulled into a strange tent and led to a cot, where I was laid down. I tried to struggle, since I didn't know the person carrying me, but I was too weak. The person started speaking, and I recognized his voice as the one that the woman was speaking to.

"Where's Nico with those IVs? Just look at how malnourished they are!" He exclaimed, his voice filled with urgency and concern.

"Calm down, Will. He'll be back in a sec. Then you can get to work," another voice said.

"I'm here," someone said. "I brought your stuff. Oh, is this the guy?"

Will let out a sigh of relief. "Yeah, thanks Hun." Then he stuck a needle in my arm. "Please don't struggle." He said to me.

I stayed still. "Who are you?" My voice was hoarse as I spoke.

"I'm Will." He gently dribbled some water into my mouth.

Although I didn't trust him, I drank the water gratefully. The second voice spoke again. "Will, I'll go ask for some food for the two. What would be best?"

"Nothing too big. Their stomachs won't be able to handle it right now." Will answered. "Thanks Michael." After he left, Will started chanting something. I felt my wounds closing, and just enough energy flowed into me to be able to open my eyes. Will was leaning over me, though I had a hard time believing that he was the one healing me. Not only was I 90% sure he worked for Thanos, but he was also seventeen years old. He had white hair, tan skin, and freckles. I couldn't see his eyes, since they were shut in concentration.

Next to him stood another seventeen-year-old boy. He had messy black hair, dark brown eyes, and was extremely pale. "Will, he's stable. Don't overdo it," he said.