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It’s okay to be saved once in a while too.
Percy only stared for a moment at the sparkling golden portal that appeared before him. He wasn't totally sure how he knew, but he knew if he went through this portal, he would see Peter again. He didn't know how long it had been since he'd seen his boyfriend, but he knew that it had been a strange amount of time. That this world he was currently standing it was not the same as the world he had been in moments before. It probably hadn't been moments though, it had probably been much longer.
Percy didn't have time to think about any of that though. He was being summoned. He was needed. But first, he had a call to make.
Percy put a finger and a thumb to his lips and let out his loudest taxi cab whistle.
𝚿𝚿𝚿
Peter came to coughing. He rolled onto his side as he worked on clearing his airway. After a few short coughs, he was able to breathe again. It was then that he started to look around. He was not alone.
He had been sending a text to his boyfriend. A last second, emergency type deal, since his boyfriend was an anti-tech guy. A quick "love u. i'm sorry". They only messaged in dire circumstances, but Peter had felt pretty certain that sneaking onto a giant, alien space craft constituted that level of crisis messaging. He knew that Percy would figure it out. Obviously, Peter wished that he had been able to say anything more than an apology for the decision he made, but there hadn't been enough time. No "Hey, jumping on a bigass donut." or even a "protect earth for me while I'm gone". No, all he had gotten to text his boyfriend was four words that weren't enough. It didn't matter though, it couldn't. There were far greater things at work, things that affected the entire world. His first time in space and it was mostly spent on a dead planet with some guy with the same first name as him who'd called him a clown and held a gun to his head.
They had been on the planet. Mister Stark and the 'Guardians of the Galaxy' and that one doctor guy. The big bad, Thanos, he had been there, if only briefly. It was glimpses though, he knew there was more to it, but he couldn't recall. All he remembered this awful cramping feeling in his body. It had hurt. It had hurt, it had hurt, it had hurt. Then nothing.
He was on the planet still. He was not alone. The doctor was propped up against some rocks a few feet away from where he lay. The doctor was looking past him, and when he turned he saw why, the Guardians were here too.
No, Mister Stark though. Or that one blue Guardian lady. It was just the other Peter, Star-Lord, the big guy with the raised red tattoos, and the bug lady.
They were stranded on this barren plane-
A strange sizzling. Out of the corner of his eye, he could tell that everyone around him was also turning to the source of the noise.
A… portal.
His head tilted as he regarded it. The doctor guy, he had portals too. Peter had been through them.
It swirled into existence, orange and yellow sparks in a circular shape, growing until it was twice the height of the big tattoo guy.
Peter glanced over at the doctor- wasn't his made up name something to do with the word 'strange'?- and saw an expression of certainty. This doctor, Doctor Strange, he knew exactly what this portal was.
He startled a bit, despite having his eyes on the man, when Strange cleared his throat. The older man made eye contact with Peter for a second before his gaze skirted to those behind Pete. "I know we all just went through a fight, but," He paused, taking a labored breath, "Are you ready for another?"
It was phrased like a question, but Peter was pretty sure they all knew the answer. They were here to fight the fights that no one else could, and they weren't about to back down, no matter how bruised or bloodied they were.
Hell, Peter couldn't fully remember what was going on, couldn't figure out why Mister Stark wasn't here, but there would be time to figure that all out later. His mind was a mess, but he knew how to fight and sometimes that's enough. They were needed, so they would answer the call.
Peter pushed to his feet and wiped at his face. Blood and dust stuck to his gloved hands, but he paid it no mind. Better on his hands then his face. He didn't want the lingering grime under his mask.
He looked at the heroes beside him as they all stood, ready to enter the portal. Doctor Strange to his left, the Guardians to his right. The bug lady, Mantis, he had caught her during their previous fight, she had been thrown. And the other Peter, he had made some comment about Footloose. He didn't know these people, not fully, but he did know that he had fought beside them. They had a common goal and he would continue to fight beside them.
Pete gave a quick shake of his head, then popped his neck. Through the portal they couldn't see much, it was darkened, far darker than the planet they were on. There were the tell-tale signs of more portals tho through the buzzing noise and the pops of sparks against the gloomy background.
Strange widened the portal and Star-Lord flew through on his thrusters as his team followed close behind him, stanced up for war.
Pete was the last through. A large rock jutted out from just behind the portal and he used it to his advantage, swinging through.
He landed, his mask folding away as he took in the scene.
It looked grim, a shit ton of aliens advancing upon Captain America. But, he glanced to the sides and saw dozens of portals opening. Wizards and warriors and- was that Ms. Potts?! A slender Iron Man suit landed a couple meters in front of him and her gaze brought him to Mister Stark.
Peter's breath caught as he saw his mentor on the ground. He was pushing himself up, he was okay- Peter had to squeeze his eyes closed for a second as an onslaught of memories forced their way into his head. He nearly missed the eruption of the old Avengers Facility as that Ant-Man guy got huge.
Mister Stark had grabbed him. His body was burning and cramping. He was watched them all turn to dust and he was next. It had hurt, it had hurt, it had hurt. Mister Stark held him, laid him down as he died. Or at least it felt like he was dying.
Here they were now though. Armies poured from the portals and they would stand here, they would stand tall even if it was their last fight. For now, for now Peter was alive and Mister Stark was alive and they would fight for their world. It was enough.
Peter entered a stance, ready to launch himself into battle.
"Avengers," Captain America's voice carried, despite him not shouting. Thanos, that big, purple bitch actually lowered his sword for a second. Pete couldn't really tell, since he was so far away, but he might've dared to say that he looked concerned.
His peripheral vision, he saw Cap hold out his hand. The hammer, Thor's hammer rocketed into Captain America's hand, "Assemble."
The Battle began.