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"How's it been in space?"

I chuckle at Steve's question, looking up at Thor.

"His part of space, or my part of space?" I asked, giving Thor a nudge. "My part of space is recovering, so I guess it's on its way to being good."

"Asgard is okay," Thor gave a tight smile. "We are still recovering from the disappearance of my father Odin and the death of Loki."

I set a hand on Thor's bicep. He wore a normal suit, so to feel the soft fabric beneath my hand instead of the usual armor was odd. It was a dark maroon color with a black button down. Steve wore only a simple dark blue button down with black dress pants. I wore a dark navy long-sleeved lapel dress with my hair up in a bun.

"I'm sorry to hear about Loki," I said once Steve was called away. Thor gave me a thankful smile. I was the only one out of the Avengers that believed him when he claimed that Loki isn't a bad person. Thor confided in me during the war in Manhattan. He told me about Thanos, and I knew that it could be a possibility that Loki was controlled by him.

"Thank you, Lady Olivia," he said, patting my hand. "How is your brother?"

"Peter? He's doing fine," I said, retracting my hand. "Doing a little bad, a little good. He's okay as far as I know."

"Guardian of the Galaxy," Thor smirked. "Sounds like a worthy title."

"So does Thor, the God of Thunder, Son of Odin," I said, imitating Thor's deep voice, but failing miserably. I earned a chuckle from him though.

"You're funny, Lady Olivia," Thor smiled, before walking off to where he was beckoned. I sighed, making my way over to the bar for a drink.

Once the bar came into view, I spotted Bruce and Nat talking. Deciding that I didn't want to be a part of that conversation, I went to go the other way towards the balcony.

I pulled Pietro's picture out of the pocket built into my dress, looking at it with sadness. I felt bad that Pietro lost this picture because I'm almost certain that it's the last one he has of his family. If I had a picture of my family and lost it, I'd be devastated.

When I lost my mom and brother, I didn't have anything left from them. My dad soon gave me up, and I went to the care of distant family. My mother died of cancer when I was eight, and my brother disappeared that night she died. Only recently did I find Peter, but I had to leave him once the Avengers needed my help in finding Loki's scepter. Between the war in Manhattan and now, I had been serving in the Nova Corps, when I found my brother, Peter Quill. I haven't talked to him since what happened with Ronan the Accuser, and I already miss him.

I have to keep this safe for Pietro, because I know what it's like not to have anything to hold onto. I don't wish that feeling on anybody, even someone on my opponent's side.

"Olivia, what are you doing out here?"

I turn to look over at Clint, giving him my best smile.

"Just had to take a breather from all those people," I replied, stuffing the picture away.

"Well, it's safe to come back inside now," he chuckled. "Everyone's gone."

I nodded, giving one glance up at the night sky. I wondered where Peter was, and if he was okay. I made Gamora promise me to keep him safe, no matter what. I knew I couldn't keep him away from being a hero, and I knew I couldn't be there to ensure his safety, so I hired Gamora to keep an eye on him. However, that doesn't make my worry lessen.