"Where is Asgard?" Daisy, sitting down on the little stair separating Sol and Peter's front seats, looked ahead at what would rather be classified as an insignificance, an unusually small and ratified belt of asteroids, not a capital realm of the universe, famous for its civilization and wealth, as well as disciplined war training of countless troops. Or so she thought she read, snooping through files she gained clearance for once advancing in politics. The nothingness ahead of the Guardian's ship was not too comforting to the facts she thought she knew.

Her only comfort was alas the company of Rocket, constantly scanning her, intrigued by how a biological form could hold so much radioactivity within, and the warmth of the hot beverage which softened her vocal chords. She no longer sounded dead; color started returning to her now fully healed skin.

"Check the coordinates," Peter switched off the main engines and kept their ship sliding smoothly in the space where he too remembered clearly a big and golden city should have greeted them with enough fire power to make him shit his pants in a moment of realization that they may not yet be welcomed to return.

"It should be right here," Gamora answered Peter's request as she had already rechecked the archives of the ship's maps as well as their current location. From everyone present, she was perhaps the happinest to learn Thanos has finally made a mistake which will cost him his life; he was paranoid, hence he took measures of stopping creatures like the Phoenix and Daisy, even though he had failed in conquering Sol before, but not even his paranoia would allow him to see his very precautions turned to be his doom for his prisoners escaped with knowing the entirety of his plan.

Daisy told them everything, at Gamora's request.

Somehow that could have been the reason why Sol's whimper burst out the handle to her tears, pouring out in loud sobs of sorrow. But then again, her eyes were no longer shielded with sunglasses and she looker straight ahead, mourning what she was seeing and what Daisy could not understand.

Groot climbed off Sol's shoulders and held her right hand. Peter leant forward, looking at her worriedly too and at last, her head bowed and she sniffed. "It has such a dark color left behind. Something... something terrible happened here."

"Shit," Rocket dropped his stance into a defeated sigh.

"Scanning for distress calls captured in the area," Gamora announced what Peter too knew they should have done. However, unlike her, he was busy noticing how very rare it was too see Sol so devasted by a the colors of a scenery.

"This is the asgardian refugee spaceship..." The connection was bad, by the message they captured, constantly interrupted with static noise and other frequencies overlapping. "I repeat, we are under assault. The engines are dead..." Sol's last sniff marked the grave-like silence in the Guardian's ship, listening to the dying words begging for help. "Requesting immediate help from any space craft... Approximately 22 jump points of Asgard... This is not a war craft!"

"How long ago was that message broadcasting?" Sol took the abrupt end of the distress call as her turn to indulge with her most sincere goodwill.

"Not too long," Gamora answered after checking her seat's integrated screen responsible for such detectors and computing issues to be dealt.

"We might still be able to reach them if-," Peter has already turned the engines, however, as if trapped in a gravitational field, a resistance was proving to slow down what could have been a fast take off in search of the asgardians. Sol has already settled in her seat when she heard Peter's grunt in trying to move the stuck levers. "If we..," he repeated. "What the actual-?"

Drax gasped and everyone turned around to him, just to see how wide eyed he was pointing at Daisy, "She's a witch!"

Daisy's eyes were glowing yellow, flickering in that glow, because her strength was still wavering from the restraints which poisoned her perfectly mutated system for months on end. Her left hand palmed the floor of the ship and from that epicenter, creaking overwhelmed its metal. In her right hand, she was still holding the warm cup she has been given.

Rocket's sensors flared and away from everyone's shock he nodded at the readings, "Interesting..."

"We can't go," she answer the borderline violent glares from the front crew.

"What are you talking about?" Sol got up from her seat. In her chest, beneath the think layer of clothes and the crossing over her arms, a bright orange light was burning with the passion of her desperation to stop the pain. "You said we need the asgardians and even so, they are asking for help. What if Thanos got to them first?"

"Exactly!" Daisy shouted through gritted teeth. Holding the ship put was taking so much energy from her tired body and cellular structures that she began shaking and sweating. Yet her glare mirrored back up at Sol was defiant, oblivious it seemed as to how the latter could level her at any given moment.

"She has a point, Sol," Gamora interfered in a warning manner. She had seen the power of that stone acting as a heart for their friend and anger was not the sort of fuel to circle around it.

"Thanos might kill everyone there!" Peter disagreed immediately.

"And will our presence change anything?" Daisy shouted back.

"I defeated Thanos once," Sol boasted with a step forward. Before her, Daisy was knelt and shivering, yet the tension between them was not flinching towards any scale of power being tilted. "And I thought it would be final, that he'll quit this stupid plan of his because he'll never have me. But if I have to defeat him again to make a point and save some good people, then I will."

"Let me guess," Daisy lowered her gaze, her head bowed with exhaustion because Peter was still forcing the engines onward. The ship itself was shaking from its hinges, creaking with being pulled in two different directions. "He didn't have any stones when you fought him?"

"I..."

Her hesitancy was the answer Daisy needed. "I met him far more recently than you and he already has the Power Stone, meaning that he's already tougher to fight. Peter is able to withstand a few blows, being half celestial. Maybe the others will last a bit too, but you are a stone yourself and you are equal to the others' power, while I am unable to help because of the wounds I have yet to heal. Sol, if we go there now, not only do we lose the surprise advantage we have on Thanos, but we might also join the asgardians in dying."

In a final gasp, Daisy's magnetic fields disappeared much like the fade away of her golden flared eyes. She collapsed on her knees, seated back on her ankles and though Peter's first instinct was to stir the engines ahead, he took his hand off the lever with a long sigh. "Sol," he called, meeting her lost, just cried eyes, with an open arm, ready for an embrace. "We'll wait five minutes only."

By the news they received from back home, Erik and his son, Peter Maximoff, took the highest speed to join Charles in an unexpected gathering in one of Doctor Strange's Sanctums. Their paths haven't crossover before, but were he to be sincere, this was not the first time Erik witness the capabilities of a sorcerer first hand.

"So where is Dee?" Peter insisted, hurried. Ever since she disappeared, he's been restlessly finding new limits to his mutation, strictly following his biological father around on any and all possible leads he gained. Never before have they considered Daisy left the planet, mainly because he personally noticed Adam's betrayal to have formed a certain reticence in her towards space.

Never has he been further from the truth.

"We don't know," Stephen answered, highly bothered by the amount of people he had to bring into his home, all concerning him with their promptness to answer Daisy's war call. He was leading these three additions to a fast put together council, a sloppy one too, trying not to spell away the speed with which Peter was flashing before him, almost making him stumble a few times, on his own halls.

"She just came and asked for an army," Stephen explained further for the concerned family of the mutant.

"Our Daisy wouldn't just start a space war," much more talkative than Erik who was still processing the news, Charles gathered his thoughts into desperate opinion. "Wouldn't she have reached out to us in these six months if she truly was in trouble? How do we know-?"

"It was her," Stephen stopped at the end of the hall, next to a door, cracked open to their right. He turned around, red cape fluttering behind him. "And to be entirely honest with you, by how weak she looked and felt in that mind invasion, I doubt her six months in space have been friendly enough to allow a call home."

The door beside them opened further and in the doorway smiled with wide green eyes a shorter woman, too casually dressed to fit in with the Sorcerer's Sanctum. "Sounds like something's been taking from her life force. There's not many objects like that still existing and few even know what their use is..."

At the end of her thoughtful interruption, Stephen, not so discreetly addressed the woman with a glance over her shoulder and into the waiting room. "Sierra, where's Danny?"

"He's a bit busy," she sighed, leaning on the doorframe's right side.

"This is important, he can skip work when the universe is at stake!"

"You know how he is...," Sierra gave a helpless shrug. Though her mind was dubiously shielded, Charles could tell the woman was carrying an anxiety which betrayed most of all how unprepared she felt to be there in Danny's stead. "He said he trusts me to asses the situation correctly about whether or not K'un-Lun should help in this supposed war you mentioned."

The unsettling silence did not linger behind her words for too long, because Sierra self consciously nodded towards Stephen's company and stepped aside, allowing them in the room where the Sorcerer gathered only those he could trust with not spreading news they were uncertain about. Mass panic should be avoid, until they knew for certain what their common friend was bringing home.

Home was something the asgardians no longer had any chance at. The ship of the Guardians slowed once more in an absolute disaster, colossal compared to the last and far more macabre. Floating corpses were decorations amongst wrecks of what once was a cargo ship, of slow travel. Even this refuge of theirs has been blown away, leaving behind countless bodies of women, men and children alike, some  deformed, but all decaying, frozen from all life and time.

"Oh my God...," Peter Quill gasped softly, not daring raise his voice further than a whisper. His eyes tore off the tragedy to stare beside himself at Sol's reaction. Devastation was contagious to all passengers who chose to stay by, unbeknownst to the massacre they'd see. Yet Gamora and Daisy were unsurprised with the display of death Thanos left behind.

Sol did not accept this defeated hope into her. The orange glow of the stone in her chest grew and shielded her entire body, helping her float off her seat. "Hold on!" Peter tried to grab her, however, Sol was faster in making her body transcend the solid state. She passed right through his grip and through the ceiling of the ship, flying into the space around.

Her only prayer was that their choice to keep an advantage did not cost such an event to come out with no survivors at all. Her eyes, galaxies alit with flares and stars and shine, scanned the vast destruction and finally, noticed the body which pained her whole being. "Loki...," Sol's voice choked in her throat.

Flying through wrecks, around other corpses, Sol reached the God of Mischief's body in almost no time, gently wrapping him in her arms and seeing the death which froze his eyes open. A hiccup of a cry shivered in her when her senses perked with another beacon of a live soul somewhere amongst the masses of dead. Sol's left hand reached out an little orange flares, faint and gentle, identified the body and brought a muscular man dirty and wounded, closer to herself.

He was breathing, unlike Loki.

"He's dead," Gamora sighed, watching Sol returned to a solid form once she entered the ship with two men, both dropped to the ground with her knees. She held Loki's back on her thighs.

"Death and life are insignificant and hardly permanent." Sol's knowledge grew past the mortal awareness. She knew all matter continued to exist as information and as a creator of all souls, the matrix by which they exist, she knew how to distinguish particles from one another and reshape what was once life in a shell.

So she lifted her left hand again, breathed in, hardly caring of all the sets of eyes watching her intently, then wrapped from thin air a ball of light she guided into Loki's chest. "Gamora, his neck is broken, can you put the bones back in place?"

Daisy looked towards the true survivor of this massacre that Sol recovered. It was a far stretch but she believed he looked somehow close to how Tony Stark described Thor, the God of Thunder, one of the Avengers with whom the team hardly kept in touch with. A strain of guilt made her wish she could apologize to the sleeping warrior... there was simply nothing she could have done to save him.

Loki gasped for air, eyes bloodshot, but finally blinking. His panic would have dislocated the neck Gamora just brutally fixed together with the hands of an assassin, not a doctor, therefore, Sol's glowing hand hovered his forehead and hushed his fret. "Hush now, go to sleep. You're safe."

His eyes fluttered closed in a matter of seconds, but their last bat punched energy into the heart of Thor, jumping on his feet and stumbling until his hands gripped the wall. Daisy and Rocket had to jump out of the way of this massive man grunting in air and coughing it out.

No one, except for Drax who somehow got his knives out, had time to react to this seemingly violent stranger. Especially when he turned around, the fear has raised into Peter's throat, calculating how exactly he should protect Sol, his ship and the others.

The man started speaking, voice as rough and scratching as Daisy's after her six month unfriendly hibernation, "Who the hell are... Loki?"

"You're his brother," Sol narrowed her eyes to notice.

"Thor," Daisy identified his name for the others.

"Loki's alive now..."

"How?" Thor stumbled forward. Daisy offered him a hand, but the weight of his clasp on her shoulders almost knelt her as an addition to her tiredness. "Who...?" Thor stared between the girls, towards his brother, looking far more alive than he left him before the explosion, then at the other five crew members of this ship with a considerably low ceiling.

"Was it Thanos?" Daisy insisted. Immediately, Thor distanced himself from her. His flinch at the name was a good answer so she continued, "He has the space stones, isn't it?"

"It's okay," Peter noticed the dangerous rage filling Thor's eyes. A massive guy like him had an aura... a color which screamed peril of perhaps wrecking everything around, so Peter stepped forward, his hands raised. "We hate Thanos too. In fact, we have a plan."

"A plan to kill him," Daisy completed his sentence. "Before he kills more of us. Are you in?"

author's note:    daisy has always been a bit morally grayed... and i think that's part of the reason why jean insisted on her importance to this whole scheme at motion.

idk what got me more hyped though... sierra's entrance or intentionally teasing "sol" details?

this chapter is dedicated to Winter326 💖💕✌ thank you for the hype you have shown for this series and this book, my dear !! i swear, the speed at which you caught up with "omega" is absolutely elitee, thank you ^^