Weird dream, ( peter agrees. not the weirdest but it was up there. ) My ship and, uh, trying to figure out where and why a giant Celestial head-slash-city disappeared from its usual location at the edge of the galaxy. ( it's the long and short of it, anyway — a little more personal drama, some drunk dialling an ex, and a mutiny, but those are most of the important beats.

(aside from the whole gamora kill squad and thanos downloading his brain into someone else thing, but boy, peter is trying is hardest not to focus on either of those two things.) ) You know, the usual.

( a lie. kind of. ostensibly, it's not anything that peter would find unusual — if future him walked up to past him and said 'hey, so gamora's going to go nuts for five minutes, kill you but not permanently, then shit's going to go down, something thanos, something the galaxy', he thinks he'd probably just groan and, like, internally cry or something because of course. this is his life.

it's fine.

he slows a little, attention shifting to the numbers on the doors, discoloured brass and paint that says they building's been here a long time (or the halls have been frequented by smokers. or both.) he thinks of his ship, of groot and bill, phyla and moondragon; of his and wanda's awakening. ) How many others do you think there are?