𝐑𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 | Dᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ Sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ

The Unyielding Spirit {4}

After the blip
IVY'S P.O.V

All I could hear was my heart pounding relentlessly, the pulsating rhythm of every beat echoing through my ears. As I lay on the cold metal floor, defeated and exhausted, I reflect on my repeated failures. It seemed like no matter what I did, my plans were destined to go awry.

I slowly sat up, sneaking a glance at Tony and Nebula. They've been nice to be with, not too much company. Not too much conversations were exchanged either. I felt bad for the both of them. For the fact that Peter 'died' in Tony's arms, Gamora, and Tony's sacrifice in Endgame. I can change their destiny, possibly.

We had been stranded in space for what felt like an eternity, ever since the events on Titan. The last thing I could remember was that I blacked out from a panic attack, then after gaining consciousness- it was already over.

I had a nightmare after passing out. It was strange. Different from the others I usually had, and unusual that I can still remember it. I tried to shake off the discomfort it brought.

Speaking of nightmares. All of this— is one big nightmare. And I have to admit, I am still fucking pissed. My patience, or rather the lack thereof, felt like an intangible, elusive entity, slipping through my fingers like air. No matter how much I tried to grasp it, to rein in my impatience, it remained just out of reach.

If he only listened to me, I wouldn't be here anymore. And no one else would be dead.

Maybe he was right, all I did care about was go back to my universe. No. I actually tried to prevent it from happening, I did care for them too. A little.

I just miss my home. Her. I miss my grandma, even though she's not my biological grandmother. She was the one who actually raised me properly.

The scroll.

Shit. If I only prevented it from getting burnt to ashes I could go back there. The container had a symbol. But I can't remember it exactly. I've been trying to draw it on the wall. And those look nothing like the symbol because it had small details.

That scroll was the reason I ended up here. It could possibly bring me back. I'm not sure though, because my Chinese isn't that fluent on written literature. All I had to do was cut my palm and then do a ritual while placing my hand on the scroll. Didn't matter which hand I used, but I used my right. Unfortunately, that asshole caught up with me before I could even close it back.

Ugh, I'm so fucking done already by just thinking about it again. Makes me sick to my stomach.

I wonder how much time would pass until Captain Marvel would arrive to bring us back to Earth... Time seemed to slow to a crawl in this vast, empty expanse of space. I yearned for the moment when we could return, and I could refocus my efforts on making a difference.

Making a difference. Again, Ivy? Don't you always seem to fuck that up?

I brush it off, sighing at my determined plans that end up unsuccessfully worse than the situation it was in before I decided to mess it up. I will go back. And I'm going to change things no matter what the outcome may be, at least I'm trying. Whatever it takes, I'm going to find a way to turn things around.

-TIME SKIP-

I stood quietly, hidden in a secluded corner of the ship. My silence was deliberate. We had returned to Earth. Thanks to Carol, or Captain Marvel.  Deep down, I knew I needed my own space, my own time to think and figure things out.

Tony was being assisted down from the ship, with Nebula following closely behind. I watched as they made their way to the exit. The effects of our time in space had left us feeling weakened and exhausted. Stuck in such a hopeless situation for a month, we struggled with both physical and mental fatigue. Look at the state of him. Christ.