PETER HID IN THE CORNER OF THE SHIP. Hidden from the alien who took the wizard, waiting for the signal Tony will give for him to launch into his part of their plan.
It was risky, sure, but to get back home, to get back to Bronwen, he'd have to do everything and anything he can. Even if that meant—
He shook his head, the signal made, and launched from his spot.

∆ ∆ ∆

Bronwen paced the length of the ship, hands shaking as they flew to their destination. She was anxious, cars were one thing, sure, but the length of the plane was only so big and she could feel the walls pressing in on her.
If only they allowed her to teleport to where they were going.
Her feet were the only sound inside, the rest either focused on flying the actual ship or seated along the sides.
She would kill for music.
The steady hum of the ship accompanied her footsteps, the wind rushing past on the exterior of the ship roared in her blood. Bronwen wanted to speak, to talk to someone her age or with her experience. Someone who could understand.
Bronwen wanted Peter so much. Her heart ached as she thought of how far he was away now. Drifting off in space, with no way home.
No way home.
She paused at that thought, hearing heads turn toward her, material shifting.
No way home.
She couldn't save him. Couldn't teleport that far to reach him. Bronwen didn't even know where he was.
He could be millions of lightyears away for all she knew.
No way home.
There was no reason for her to think otherwise, he was on a spaceship, with enough fuel to make it back to the larger ship it came from, meaning that those they were preparing to go against would be swarming inside said ship.
And Peter would never make it out alive.
Her hands clenched into fists, and she sank to the floor in the centre of the ship.
Peter would never make it out alive.
Bronwen didn't flinch as a hand was set on her shoulder. She did not take notice as a blonde-haired woman came to her knees before her.
"Hey."

Nat.

"How you doing?"

Bronwen's mouth tightened, that question had a lengthy answer. Though she felt it wasn't their duty to look after a semi-stable sixteen year old, so she put on a brave face and smiled. "Hanging on."

Natasha Romanoff did not say any more beside pull Bronwen into a hug. Sure, the blonde was known for her violence and a large red ledger, but she understood what Bronwen had gone through. Growing up in a cruel, competitive environment, to being thrown into the world with no direction to go.
Clint was there for Nat, and now she would be there for Bronwen. Every step of the way.

∆ ∆ ∆

Peter was still in the newcomers arm, a mask over their face, with two other companions who looked far from human.
"Alright, everybody, stay where you are. Chill the F out." With one hand pointed at Peter, the masked man uses the other to press a button which contracted his mask, revealing his very human looking face. But who knows, the man could've had an extra arm or something. "I'm gonna ask you this one time. Where's Gamora?"

Tony, who held a hand before him, watching the man, retracted his helmet, "Yeah, I'll do you one better, Who's Gamora?"

A man in blue, well, he looked like a man, spoke, "I'll do you one better! Why is Gamora?"

"Tell me where the girl is, or I swear to you, I'm gonna French-fry this little freak." Peter squirmed in that man's arms— no way was he going to become a French-fry. He had Bronwen to return to, and he silently made himself promise to return in one piece.

Hopefully.

"Let's do it!" Tony exclaimed, priming his hand-blaster and aimed it the blue man's face, "You shoot my guy, I blast him. Let's go!"

"Do it, Quill!" The blue man said, "I can take it."

"No, he can't take it!" A female-alien with antennas stepped forward, worry lining her features.

Strange deadpanned, almost bored, "She's right. You can't."

"Oh yeah? You don't wanna tell me where she is? That's fine. I'll kill all three of you and beat it out of Thanos myself." He glared at Peter, "Starting with you."

"Wait, what? Thanos?" Strange frowned, "Alright, let me ask you this one time: What master do you serve?"

The man scoffed, "What master do I serve? What am I supposed to say? 'Jesus'?"

Tony lowered his hand, "You're from Earth?"

"I'm not from Earth. I'm from Missouri."

"Yeah, that's on Earth, dipshit. What are you hassling us for?

Peter coughed, his chest throat being crushed by the man's arm, "So, you're not with Thanos?"

"With Thanos?!" The man's grip was loosened slightly around Peter, "No, I'm here to kill Thanos! He took my girl...wait...who you are?"

"We're the Avengers, man."

∆ ∆ ∆

"Drop to 2600." Steve walker up to the pilot seat, watching the trees underneath the ship pass by as he gave the man piloting the jet — who Bronwen discovered was named Sam. "Heading 0-3-0."

Sam raised his brows, keeping his gaze on the direction the plane was flying in, "I hope you're right about this, Cap. Or we're gonna land a lot faster than you want to."

Bronwen held onto a hanging strap as the ship began to pick up speed, and when she blinked there wasn't a forest before her, instead a city shining in the light, on the bank of a large river.
Bronwen grinned as she recognised the buildings.
It was Wakanda.
They were directed to land before an official building, one Bronwen rarely walked near during her stay. The ramp lowered from the underside of the ship, and Bronwen followed silently behind the group. She wondered whether she should've stayed home, whether it was a smart idea to come back only to fight a man who haunted her dreams.
"Should we bow?" Bruce hung back with Bronwen, watching as an official looking man in purple met their group, women donning a red-ish outfit surrounding him, all holding sharp looking spears.

Bronwen grinned, "Yeah, he's a king."

Steve held out a hand to shake with the man, Bronwen faintly recalling the man being named T'Challa from her time in Wakanda. Sure, it wasn't long ago, but she had to comb through years of muddled memories. Figuring out what was real, and what was fantasy.
"Seems like I'm always thanking you for something." Steve and the king shook hands.

Bruce awkwardly bowed, saying something along the lines of it being a pleasure to meet him. Bronwen, trying hard not to laugh, mocked a shocked tone, "What are you doing?"

The king grinned, "Uh, we don't do that here." T'Challa turned, leading their group away from their ship, Steve and Natasha  by his side. Bruce shot Bronwen a glare as she grinned, a skip almost in her step. "So how big of an assault can we expect?"

Bruce pushed past Bronwen, "Uh, sir, I think you can expect quite a big assault."

"How are we looking?" Nat asked.

"You will have my King's Guard," T'Challa replied, "the Border Tribe, The Dora Milaje, and..."

Bronwen's grin widened impossibly larger as she heard the next words, "A semi-stable, 100 year old man."

Steve grinned, hugging Bucky as they met, "How you been, Buck?"

"Uh, not bad, for the end of the world."

Steve rejoined their group, giving Bronwen a chance to hug Bucky herself. Pushing the air out of her eyes, she looked up, "I'm sure life has been boring without me."

Bucky ruffled her hair, "'Course it has, Annie. I was able to stay out of trouble long enough to finally rest."

Bronwen laughed, following him as they entered the building, almost having to jog as they caught up with Steve and the rest of the group.

I don't know how many times I can apologise for my lack of updates. Life just gets in the way sometimes. I took a while to write this but I'm liking how this turned out.
Currently I'm rocking out to the music from the 2013 film, Begin Again with Mark Ruffalo and Kiera Knightly pleating the two main characters. Love that movie, it's on (AUS) Netflix and watched it on the off chance. Anyway, I'm not here to sell you a movie, I'm just telling you that it's great. I think the music might show up in the next playlist for far from home.
Bought noise-cancelling headphones so that's great. Finally got the money to pay for them.
Hopefully the next instalment will be written soon! No promises though.
- J