Helena Stark: A WWII Legacy

chapter four: He is Knighted

"In all the time I've served Thanos," the skinny sibling said as I watched carefully from above. "I have never failed him. If I were to reach our rendezvous on Titan with the Time Stone still attached to your vaguely irritating person there would be judgment."

I inhaled sharply as the shards of glass needles surrounding Dr. Strange slowly embedded themselves. I don't know how long he will be able to last, "give me the stone." 

I was about to quietly make my way back up to Tony when Dr. Strange's red cape picked me up and dropped me by Tony. It tapped him on the shoulder, and was almost blasted for its efforts. "Wow, you're a seriously loyal piece of outerwear, aren't you?" Tony asked before looking at me.

"He won't last long," I said simply. 

"Yeah, uh, speaking of loyalty," a voice said above us, and Peter dropped down.

"What the-" Tony said. 

"I know what you're gonna say," Peter said carefully as he stood in front of us. 

"You should not be here," I said. 

"I was gonna go home," Peter said. 

"I don't wanna hear it," Tony said angrily.

"But it was such a long way down and I just thought about you on the way-"

"And now I gotta hear it," Tony sighed. 

"And kinda stuck to the side of the ship," Peter continued. "And this suit is ridiculously intuitive, by the way."

"God damn it," Tony swore.

"Language," I scolded.

"So, if anything, it's kinda your fault that I'm here," Peter said, and I snorted back a laugh.

"What did you just say?" Tony demanded. 

"I take that back," Peter said quickly.

"No, please," I said. "Don't take that back, Stark men need to own up." 

"And now, I'm here in space," Peter continued. 

"Yeah, right where I didn't want you to be," Tony said. "This isn't Coney Island. This isn't a field trip. This is a one-way ticket. You hear me? Don't pretend you thought this through."

"No, I did think this through," Peter objected. 

"You could not have possibly thought this through," Tony reprimanded. 

"You can't be a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man if there's no neighborhood," Peter said. "Okay, that didn't really make sense, but you know what I'm trying to say."

"He has a point," I told Tony, and he glared at me. 

"Fine," Tony snapped. "Come on. We got a situation. See him down there? He's in trouble. What's your plan? Go."

"Um... Okay, okay... Uh... Okay," Peter said as he thought quickly. "Did you ever see this really old movie, Aliens?"

"If that's old, what am I?" I asked, but I jumped when I heard Dr. Strange screaming in pain. "We're running out of time."

"Get closer," Tony ordered me. The magic cape brought me closer all right, I'll be lucky if the twiggy sibling didn't see me

"Painful, aren't they?" Twiggy asked. "They were originally designed for microsurgery. And any one of them could end your friend's life in an instant."

Tony was not being subtle. 

"I gotta tell you, he's not really my friend. Saving his life is more of a professional courtesy," Tony said sassily.