-Peter Quill-
Quill was walking towards the screaming, and, honestly, he had never been more terrified.
What if it was some alien creature waiting to snap him up? Is it possible to die again? What if it was God, just waiting there to judge him?
Does he even believe in God?
Come on, Quill, this is no time to get all philosophical.
The screams were getting ever closer, and he began to realize this was a human. He thinks he heard the word "Steve" or "Leave" or something along those lines.
"Hello?" Quill shouted. The shouting stopped for a moment, then started up again. "Hello? Who's there?"
The screaming continued. Quill entered a small clearing. He could see the outline of a man with one arm and long hair. He was shouting and gripping things around him. He looked lost.
"Hey, hey, look," Quill mumbled, stepping closer.
"You're not Steve," the man screamed. "You're not Steve, get away, get away, get away from me."
"Look, I'm here to help you," Quill mumbled. "I'm here to help."
"Where the hell is he?!" He screamed, grabbing a stick off of the ground. "Where?"
"Hey, I don't know who Steve is but I'll help you find him."
The man whacked Quill across the face with the stick he was holding, knocking him to the ground.
"Dude, nice arm." Quill stumbled to his feet. "Now, are you going to calm down and let me help you?"
He collapsed onto his knees and sobbed, and something told Quill he wouldn't get back up if he didn't help him.
He bent over and scooped up the man, quite awkwardly, because both of them were naked.
-Peter Parker-
Peter sat by the empty fire, shivering again. He was cold. Why was death so cold?
He dragged his finger through the dirt. What was he even drawing? A blob... Jabba the Hutt?
Really, brain? That's the only thing you can think of right now?
Quill burst through the bushes, carrying yet another naked man. This one was missing his arm.
"Start the fire for me, Peter?" Quill asked.
"You're bleeding," Peter queried.
"I know. This guy smacked me with a stick."
Peter bent over the fire. His face wasn't red at all, not at all.
The fire was going in no time, and Peter bent over it, not caring that his face was burning. He just wanted to be warm.
Quill ran his thumb over a wound on the man's hand. He wasn't sleeping, just passed out.
"I know who that is," Peter hesitantly walked over. "That's Captain's friend. Bucky Barnes."
"Who the hell is Captain?"
"Steve Rogers."
"Oh, that's who he was yelling about." Quill stared down at him. His brows were furrowed as he shifted on the dirt. "We need to find shelter soon."
"Yeah, we—"
A giant grey mass crashed through the bushes behind Peter.
"Drax?!"
"Quill!"
Peter spun around and saw the giant grey man from that weird donut spaceship thing. Behind him was Mantis.
"Woah, who is that?" Mantis sat next to Bucky. "He is very tense. Where did you find him?"
"I don't know, he was just screaming when I found him."
Mantis placed her hand over Bucky's forehead.
"No, don't do your weird mind reading thing," Quill pushed Mantis. "You don't have permission?"
"Mind reading requires permission?" She looked up at Drax. "You have never told me this."
"Wait. Why are you guys naked?" Drax asked, that dumb ass smile on his face.
"We don't have clothes, Drax, we've been in the forest all night." Quill stared at Bucky's troubled face. "The hell did you guys find clothes?"
"Oh. We found a house," Mantis grabbed Quill's arm. "Let's go!"
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Fanfiction⚠️IW SPOILERS!⚠️ DON'T READ IF YOU WANT TO WATCH INFINITY WAR BEFORE YOU GET SPOILED! YOU'VE BEEN WARNED! Everyone is stranded. They're all alone, and they have no idea how they're going to get home.