"So what's the plan?" Peter asked. All of them, including the aliens had regrouped outside to a small clearing between the ship wrecks. Despite to large orange sun and red sand, the air was surprisingly mild, with the occasional gust of breeze. Luckily the air was breathable so everyone was able to wander around with their masks off.

Strange had retreated to the top of a small stone platform covered in sand above the rest of the group. He appeared to be meditating. Down below, Stark and Quill were examining their surroundings in wonder. Drax and Mantis seemed to be bouncing around like giant toddlers and Emil found himself watching in fascination, Peter stuck to his side.

Quill was holding some weird glowing stick up and was looking at in in wonder. "The gravity is all over the place here", he mumbled in awe. This was currently being proved by Mantis who was doing star jumps that launched her at lest two feet into the air. Emil watched her for a moment before grinning. He bounced lightly on his toes before crouching and jumping with all his might. The force of it sent him flying high above everyone's heads and he let out a whoop of laughter.

"Was that cool?" Peter asked as Emil fell and landed in his arms. Peter caught him bride style without any effort, to weird gravity making the other weigh no more than a feather.

"Yep", Emil grinned. He pressed a kiss to Peter's cheek as he let him down. "Thanks for catching me".

"Did you just yawn?" Stark's annoyed voice broke their bubble. He was looking at Drax, the blue skinned alien, with irritation. "In the middle of this whilst I'm breaking it down huh? Did you hear what I just said?"

"No. I stopped listening at 'we need a plan'". Drax was unashamed.

Stark seemed so done. "Okay mr McQueen's on his own page".

"I'm sorry what is it that they do exactly?" Peter asked.

"We kick names and take ass", Mantis replied in what she probably thought was a badass voice. Drax nodded and jumped into a fighting pose as everyone stared at them in amazement.

"I like it", Emil muttered. He turned to Peter, who was looking rather confused. "Can we use that?" Peter just blinked at him.

Stark just sighed. "Alright. Mr lord, star lord could you get your guys to come over here". Quill made a gesture and Drax and Mentis shuffled closer. "We got to get it together cause if all we have is a plucky attitude-"

"Don't call us plucky", Quill interrupted. "Cause we don't know what it means".

"Oh my god", Emil giggled. He buried his face into Peter's shoulder to hide his tears eyes. "Can we keep them? They are gold". Everyone ignored him.

"Maybe we're optimistic. These guys don't do very well at not winging it. I like your plan, yes, but it sucks. Maybe you should let me do the plan and then it would not suck".

"Tell about the dance off to save the universe", Drax promoted.

Quil grimaced. "It wasn't really a dance off I'd say".

"Like in foot loose?" Peter asked.

Quill's eyes lit up. "Exactly like in footloose. Is it still the greatest movie of all time?"

Peter looked horrified. "Dude, it was never". Emil pecked him on the cheek as Quill choked out offended noises.

"This is why I'm dating you".

"I thought it was for the super strength and how cute I am".

Emil paused. "That too", he conceded.

Stark grasped booth teens by the shoulders and pulled them away from the aliens, or guardians,whatever they were. "Let's just not encourage them", he whispered. "And Emil, keep it in check. I don't need horny teenagers or ridiculous flirting distracting us, okay?"

Emil pouted. "Spoilsport", he grumbled as Peter chuckled at him.

"Um", Mantis' concerned voice asked. "Does your friend normally do that?"

The three of them turned to watch Dr strange. The wizard was sitting cross legged in the air a few inches off the ground. His hands were held out and a green glow was emitting from them and the necklace around his neck. The weirdest part was that Strange's head was moving so fast that it blurred. Each expression only showing for a second. Suddenly it stopped and Strange fell to the floor with a cry, the green glow disappearing.

"Strange", Stark was by his side. "What did you see?"

"I was looking forward into the future", Strange gasped. "To see the outcome of this battle".

"How many did you see?"

"14million and five".

"And how many did we win?" Emil asked. By the look of Strange's face, it wasn't a positive answer.

"One".

"Well that's motivating", Emil said after a minute of ominous silence, causing everyone to jump. "It's literally a million chances to one, or 14million chances to one that this will end positively. Face it we're all gonna die".

Peter flicked him on the forehead. "We're not going to die. This is going to be the one future where we win. So stop being emo". Emil pouted at him and wrapped his arms around his boyfriends shoulders, leaning his weight onto him.

"I love you, you know", he muttered quietly so that only Peter could hear. Peter turned his head and nuzzled it into Emil's neck. His breath was warm as he sighed.

"I know. I love you too".

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