In Your Eyes // Steve Rogers

Dream Team

I whipped my head up to see where the beam was transporting to. It was feeding straight into the Alien Ship. I looked back to Peter, who was staring at me, the white eye casings of his suit wide, afraid. He was looking to me for what to do, because he didn't know what to do in that moment. He was just a kid.

"Kid, worst case scenario, we get beamed through that door and Thanos' army is in there and we get ambushed, and two people against an army will not go well for us!" I shouted to him.

Peter pointed at the Cloak, joking, "Three."

I sent him an annoyed look. Our only hope in saving Strange and the Time Stone was getting on that ship. Stealth was my first instinct on this mission; we had no idea what we were facing. Peter and I were going to get on that ship, and I was fearing it would have to be through the hatch. The only gravity available was sucking us upwards. We had no options in pushing out of the beam.

The epiphany struck Peter and I at the same time. While I had shouted his name to get his attention, he had begun to adjust himself by usage of the Cloak. He faced his back to the wall of the beam, brought his legs to his chest, and exposed the soles of his suit feet to me. I copied his actions. Our soles together, we stayed upright by the gravity sucking upwards, and we held onto the Cloak for a bit more stability.

"No matter what, you attach onto the ship, find a way in, and stay hidden until I find you," I ordered him.

Peter nodded. "Okay, okay, I got it!"

"On my count, kid!" I yelled, craning my head to look above.

Strange was at a higher altitude than Peter and I. I anticipated the door closing directly after they had Strange in their hold, which would eliminate our gravity, and our chance of hitching on the exterior of the ship.

As soon as I saw Strange's body disappear into the bright light, the source of the beam, I shouted, "Now!"

Peter and I pushed against each other. I pushed him enough to get him out of the beam, scarcely tapping into the adapted strength of Agamotto. Peter, I was unaware of also having super strength, and I went legitimately soaring away from the beam. My body was flipping through the air, too fast to stop, though I was desperately trying to stay steady to fall through a portal.

A hold around my ankle stopped me from falling. I bounced to a stop, screaming bloody murder, and was then wrapped up in fabric and shot upwards. Strange's Cloak had saved me from plummeting any further.

The Cloak placed me on the edge of the ship. Peter was crawling up a web just underneath us. The Cloak slipped off my shoulders to find a divet in the ship for balance, then extended the end of itself to me, and I bent over the edge of the ship to grab Peter and help hoist him up with us.

The three of us were clinging to the exterior of the circular ship, Peter with his hand over my waist to fully ensure I was stuck safely. Standing still momentarily, it was then we noticed the air around us had unnoticeably became less and less blue. We were traveling towards Space and out of the atmosphere.

"Peter, we have to get inside," I said urgently, whipping around to find an opening we could slip into.

I heard Tony through Peter's suit. "Pete, you gotta let go, I'm gonna catch you!"

"But you said save the Wizard!" wheezed Peter.

I looked over to him, watching his suit eyes start to close. He was losing the tight hold over my waist. The ship was taking off faster than Peter's body could adapt to. I grabbed a handful of his suit to steady him, the Cloak grabbed his arm, and he steadied one hand on the ship. His chest was heaving. He ripped off his mask and met my eyes, our real eyes, for the first time. Peter was terrified and quickly running out of air.

"Pete, I hope you forgive me for this," I said quickly.

His eyebrows barely had time to furrow before I shoved him off the ship. I saw his face return to absolute terror as he fell, reaching for me to help. I couldn't let him suffocate. If there was one thing I trusted Tony with, it was keeping Peter alive— that kid surviving was a priority for the both of us.

I peered over the edge of the ship to watch Tony save him. He sent a casing to hook onto Peter's falling figure. A suit encased his body. It rushed air back through his lungs and before he could hit the lowest part of the ship, Peter flipped and landed on the ledge, standing tall. He stood, admiring the new suit, and then a parachute hatched from his back and he was ripped off the ship.

I was quick to scoop him up in a portal and land him back beside me. He spun around to face me, debuting a darker suit, one with eyes that illuminated.

"Can you breathe?" I asked first.

"Yes, yeah, Ms. Sapphire, what are you doing? Mr. Stark wants me to go home," said Peter, waving his hand in the direction of wherever Tony had gone.

"Tony and I can't do this alone, and you're more than capable," I said honestly. "If you don't want to be here, I'll send you back to Earth, but you should have that decision."

"No, yes, I'll be here, I'll help!" Peter said quickly, grabbing my arm. "Quick question, though, why are you not dead? Not that I'd like you to be dead, it's just--"

"Our transference strips away your humanity," whispered Aggie within my head. I tuned out Peter's rambling. "I am a being who can cross time and space. You're adapting my ability to travel through time and space. Your physical makeup is no longer internally human."

"That was lucky," I sighed thankfully.

"I allowed it when you broke the atmosphere."

"Keeping an eye on me?"

"You lost the Time Stone. I'm trying to equip you with the tools to keep it safe."

"I didn't lose it. I know where it is. I temporarily let someone borrow it," I defended poorly.

Aggie didn't respond.

Peter looked around. "Who are you talking to?"

"Mystical being," I waved off. "We have to find a way into this ship, now."

I looked above his head, to the opposite side of the ship, and noticed the exterior flaps closing from the highest point of the ship and down. The same was occurring above our heads.

"Get in one!" I shouted quickly, pointing. "Cloakie, go!"

I squealed as the Cloak abruptly wrapped around me and flew me towards a closing flap. Peter crawled after us, and we both shoved into the opening, huddled together, then the flaps closed. In the darkness, the wall we were squished against opened, and peters eyes lit up the small space.

"I should've stayed on the bus," sighed Peter as he looked around, and comprehended that, yes, we were in fact, in space.