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Your neck ached with the lingering burns of last nights endeavours. Turns out a planet made out of tropical heat and desert like terrain is not for the weak.
You roll over from the pile of grass you’re laying on, stretching your limbs and yawning. Its time to see where you ended up this time. Space isn’t all that bad really, you always mentioned to Peter you’d love to explore it sometime, but this isn’t exactly what you had in mind. Alone, isolated and more than a little confused. Hey, at least in space you don’t have to pay rent.
Checking your watch, you sigh. Day 14 of being tossed around the multiverse like a pingpong ball. Your fingers trail down to your shirt, feeling the sweat and grime coating the tank top Natalie got you. Your nails dig into your chest, to your heart.
Fourteen days ago you were being hunted down in Arizona by Thanos, who looks like he could REALLY use some moisturiser. All because one of his infinity rocks or whatever was lodged in your heart. You’d lost a fingernail trying to dig your nails into the dry desert land in attempt to free yourself from his grasp. Peter, Tony, Clint and Thor were fervidly trying to stop Thanos, while the others handled his army. Right before you were about to be dragged through a portal, screaming and kicking, into Thanos’ weird dimension, Wanda came out of nowhere, almost scorching you into dust. You guess her ability to create universes worked a little too well, as you were at least freed from Thanos’ clasp, but you were also propelled halfway across the universe and have been stuck ever since.
Every time you think too deeply, or zone out or even sleep, you’re thrown onto an entirely different planet. You’re glad as it makes it virtually impossible for Thanos to track you down, but it also sends a wave of nausea when you realise not even Tony might be able to invent something to find you. Oh, look at that, you thought too hard and now you’re floating through space again. Joyous.
Food and water have been easy enough to find, though in small amounts. You’re not hungry anyway. Perhaps its the pressure from the vacuum of endless space. It was the crew you missed, Tony, the only adult that ever bothers to show up, Natalie, Bruce, Clint, Steve, Sam, Peter.
Peter.
These 2 weeks without seeing his face, or hearing his laugh is just torture in itself. You wonder if he’s been thinking about you, or helping as much as he can to find you. Of course he is, you guys were inseparable. On those silly billboards hung up around NYC, Spiderman is often portrayed with a girl who looks a LOT like you. Unless he was just being nice to you because you were fighting crime together… and living together, and watching movies and going shopping together…
Focus. Now is not the time to be dreaming of drowning in his honey coloured eyes.
Drowning.
You were drowning. Literally. You had GOT to stop doing that. Frantically paddling back up to the surface, you gulp up cool air and gather your senses. Well, at least you’ve got drinking water. Oo and fish. You’d yet to explore a planet with a large body of water. Maybe it would be nice to float here for a while until you zoned out and were whisked into another dimension. Something scaled and too big to be a normal fish brushes past your leg. On second thought, maybe not.