In Different Worlds (MCU/PJO) COMPLETED

XXVIII - Get Ready For Another Battle

Alena

I walk outside of the spacecraft, and onto the surface of a barren planet. The sky was filled with strange floating metal stars. The surface isn't any better. The ruins of the metal stars lay on the surface, and litter the air.  I notice that in many different areas that I walk in, I feel as if I'm not being pulled down to the surface. It feels like I could jump and would never come down. I search the air for any water vapor and feel that there are millions of crevices they are hiding in.

Peter slides his hand in mine, as we walk further into the middle of the clearing. I can tell my dad is doing a sweep over the room with his suit since his mask is up again.

I decide to take my mask off and slide it in the pocket around the size of the mask shape. I look at Peter, and his mask fades away to reveal his smile. I smile back up at him. I let the moment linger a few seconds longer.

The moment ends when my dad decides to interrupt. "Ok little lovers hurry up we have a plan to form." I blush and roll my eyes at the comment, and walk over towards where the group was forming.

"Ok so the big guys gonna be here for Dr. Strange's necklace over there, and we need a plan. So Mr. Lord what can your-," my dad tries to ask.

"Mr. Lord, Star-Lord is fine," Quill tells my dad. I roll my eyes and look down at the ground. I scoot a bit away from my dad, and closer to Peter. The conversation continues, but all I focus on is our surroundings, but I can hear the conversation. I wait for the bickering to end before actually paying attention halfway.

I see a few different things going on in the universe outside of the planet's atmosphere. Since the entire planet is screwed up, the atmosphere isn't in the best shape either. I can see the rifts in space just by looking upward. It looks like a shot from Star Wars.

"Ummm HELLO! Alena! Are you paying attention?" My dad asks.

My head snaps back, and the wistful look on my face is replaced with a straight face of what I mix between boredom and seriousness. "Yes, I did. But what I don't like is the possibility of having one of us thrown into orbit with a bunch of moons. If this Thanos can warp reality, travel through space, and use the power stone to do who knows what, who says he'll let me freeze his blood while all of you get the gauntlet? Anger can get the blood boiling. And I don't think I could be able to freeze it if he gets angry," I admit to them, my accent coming on very heavy.

"Ok, ice girl, where are you from? And why aren't you the same nationality as your father?" Quill asks me. I look at Peter, and we have a conversation with our eyes on whether or not I should scare Quill. Peter's on board with it so I give him a wink and a smile before I turn around. I give Quill a glare that I have perfected. He backs away a bit in fear. A small piece of me wants to smirk at that, but I don't. I keep my glare.

"Firstly, my name is Alena. Secondly, I was born and raised in Russia. Thirdly, my dad didn't know that I even existed until my mother shipped my twin sister off to him. And as being born and raised in Russia, I was trained in Russia for a group of assassins. If I feel the need, I could demonstrate my training. Or would that be uncomfortable for you?" I retort as I pull out one of my knives. I mean it to only scare him, and earn his respect.

My dad takes a few steps back, and I look further into Quill's eyes pulling out my innocent face. Quill stumbles backward, and I watch as he trips over a few pieces of the metal stars. I laugh and put my knife away.

I turn around and high five a smiling Peter. Everyone else looks like I just scared the der'mo out of them.

"Guys, I won't use my skills on any of you. I just don't like when people feel the need to talk down to me, when they know full well of how fast I could kill them," I look directly at Quill, who is looking around to make sure no one saw him get so scared. "Or if you hurt Pauk-shchenok over here, then I will kill you." I blush a bit when I say that, and Peter and I intertwine our hands. I can tell he's blushing as well.