My Little Avengers: Part 1

All Peter Quill could do was pray. For many days and nights, he stared looking up at a holographic image of his beloved Gamora, thinking that her spirit was still alive. Unfortunately, the harder he looked, the more difficult it had become. Travelling through the galaxy at high speed, the search was going nowhere fast.

"Look Quill," remarked a talking raccoon. "We've been after this past version of Gamora for days and still no sign of her. Why don't you just accept that she is gone?"

"I refuse to believe it, Rocket!" cried Quill, looking back at the raccoon. "I know she is out there somewhere, Guardians. We just have to keep our eyes peeled."

The other guardians were just like their raccoon comrade.

"Quill," sighed a hulking figure. "Rocket is right. Do you know how many planets we have visited? We have to accept the fact that she isn't coming back."

Still, Quill refused to believe a word that his fellow Guardians were saying. Getting out of his seat, he went to the food storage area and pulled out a bottled water, drinking it sharply.

"Guys, there are so many other planets and galaxies she might have gone to," sighed Quill. "I'm gonna find her if it's the last thing I do."

"I am Groot," remarked a humanoid tree figure, putting down the old video game he was playing. This made Quill look back at him and place a hand on his shoulder.

"Groot believes in what I say. Why not the rest of you?"

"Peter, we want to believe you," replied a blue skinned alien figure, rising from her seat. "It's just that…we might have to accept that Gamora may be gone forever. Rocket's right, we've been looking for several days and still no trace of her."

Just then, another figure rose from the right front seat and walked towards Quill, a silver hammer clutched in his hand.

"Come on, you believe me Thor, don't you?"

Quill waited for an answer from the newest member of the guardians but got nothing. Finally, he spoke.

"There is a signal of life," he said in a Norse accent, as Quill dashed for the source of the noise. "It's on the moon."

Looking at the radar, Quill could not believe what he was seeing. It was a green dot on the moon, the sign that his beloved was still alive.

"Set a course for the moon," Quill cried, jumping back in his seat. "Rocket, ready the engines to full power."

"It might be a glitch of some sorts," muttered Rocket.

"I don't care, Rocket! Just do it!"

"Yes, Rabbit, do it," added Thor, also getting back in his seat.

Reluctantly, Rocket did as he was told and the ship set itself on a course for the moon at supersonic speed. Arriving at warp speed, the Guardians approached the moon and landed on the surface.

"She must be here, I just know it," Quill said as he rose up and opened the pod bay door. "Anyone who believes me can come, those who don't stay here."

"Wait a second, Quill!" cried Rocket, a look of concern on his face. "Don't tell me you are going out there by yourself, aren't you?"

"I'm Groot."

"See? Even Groot agrees with me. Don't be stupid, we're all going with you, whether we believe you or not."

Heeding those words, Quill walked off of the ship and stepped onto the moon's surface which had already had its visitors a long time ago. With the guardians at his side, he proceeded to find any trace of Gamora despite the fact she was nothing more than a wandering spirit.

"GAMORA!" cried Quill, yelling at the top of his lungs. "GAMORA, WHERE ARE YOU?!"

But Quill got no response. Still, he kept his determination at maximum.

"GAMORA! IT'S ME, PETER!"

"Screaming isn't going to do anything," remarked Mantis, the female member with antennae. "I can detect to see if she is alive."

Quill was amazed to hear this.

"You can do that, Mantis?"

Silently nodding, Mantis activated her powers and for several minutes, she tried to listen for any sign of life. Finally, she heard a faint voice.

"Pe…Pe…Peter?" the voice cried out faintly and ghostly. "Is…is that you?"

"She is here," Mantis said, much to Quill's delight. "This way."

"Where are you going?" Quill asked as he followed Mantis, while Rocket, Thor and Groot lagged. "Wait for me!"

"Seems to me like Gamora is only kind of gone," remarked Rocket, looking up at Thor. "Come on!"

The Guardians followed Mantis as she continued to track the source of Gamora's location. Soon, they arrived at a plaque from the United States.

"She is here," said Mantis, looking back at Quill. "Gamora stands over by this memorial."

"Gamora?" cried Quill, looking at the plaque. "Gamora, can you hear me? It's me, Peter."

"Peter?" the ghostly voice asked. "Peter, is that you?"

"It's me, Gamora," Quill said, happy tears forming in his eyes. "I…I can't see you, but I can hear you."

…

Just then, Quill and the Guardians watched as a ghostly figure started to form in front of them. The figure took on the form of a green skinned figure.

"Gamora!" cried Quill, shocked at what he was seeing before him. "Gamora, it's you!"

He tried to hug her, but he couldn't because of her ghostly form.

"Yes Peter, it's me," she said as the blue skinned female stepped forward, also with tears in her eyes. "Nebula."

"Sister, I can't believe it. You're alive! I thought that…"

"Thanos destroyed my physical form, but my spirit resides on the moon," interrupted Gamora.

"How long have you been here?" asked the hulking male member of the group.

"Not very long, Drax. After Thanos murdered me for the soul stone, a winged pony brought my spirit here."

The looks on the guardians' faces turned from joy to confusion upon hearing this.

"What winged pony?" asked Quill.

"All I know is that she carried my spirit for Vomir to here," answered Gamora. "I don't know why, but I am here."

"It doesn't matter," said Quill. "All that matters is that I saw you again, even if you are a spirit."

Gamora smiled, knowing that she too, was seeing the love of her life again. But, ever the true leader, Thor was eager to learn more about the winged pony who brought her to the moon. Suddenly, he noticed a medium sized structure, standing right next to them.

"Take a look at this," Thor cried to the other guardians, holding his illuminated hammer at the structure. "It's a house of some sorts."

"Whoever thought that they could build a dwelling on the moon?" remarked Drax.

"The winged pony said that for 1,000 years, she lived on here, banished by her own sister," explained Gamora, causing a look of shock to form on Nebula's face. "Yes, I know it's shocking, believe me."

Suddenly, Rocket raced into the dwelling with Groot following behind.

"Rocket, Groot, get back here!" cried Quill, heading into the dwelling with the other guardians. "It might be booby trapped!"

But Rocket nor Groot listened. Stepping into the dwelling, they looked around seeing a place of eternal night before them.

"Guys, what are you doing in here?" cried Quill. "You can't just barge in here without noticing the dangers."

"We may need supplies for our ship," said Rocket. "I mean, we are running low on food."

"I am Groot!" called Groot as he opened up a drawer and pulled out a picture of two winged ponies, one taller and one smaller.

"Put that down, Groot," said Rocket. "We aren't looking for family heirlooms!"

"Wait!" said Gamora, floating over towards Groot. "That's her. That's the pony who rescued me. The small one on the right."

"What's her name?" asked Thor.

"She said her name was…Luna," answered Gamora. "Princess Luna of Equestria. But on the moon, she was known as…Nightmare Moon."

Taking the picture, Rocket handed it to Thor and proceeded to continue rummaging around the dwelling.

"Look Rocket, I don't think we should be playing around with this Princess Luna's things," suggested Quill as Groot handed him a hairbrush. "I mean, what do you guys think we are going to do with this?"

"I could always use something to brush my fur, Quill," remarked Rocket as Quill put the hairbrush on the floor. "Help yourself. These things are probably itching to be used."

Picking the picture up off the ground, Thor held it up and studied the two ponies in it. He couldn't help but feel sentimental at what value the picture held.

"What is it, Thor?" Quill asked while Drax, Mantis and Nebula joined in the rummaging. "It's just a picture."

"It's not just any picture, Quill," sighed Thor. "This is a picture of…siblings. These two ponies were sisters like I was a brother to Loki."

The Asgardian then began to live the moment that his brother was put to death by Thanos. Despite the cruel injustice between them, Thor and Loki were brothers and Thor began to realize that if they could find Gamora, he could find his own brother.

"Well, maybe he could still be alive," suggested Quill, placing a hand on Thor's shoulder. "I mean, if we could find Gamora, we can find your brother."

"It's not that simple, Quill," Thor remarked. "It's just not that simple."

Before he could be asked another question, Thor left with the picture of the two winged ponies still in his hand.

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…

Meanwhile, Deadpool opened his eyes and found himself in a wooded area. However, he noticed that there was something off about him. He felt himself no longer standing on two legs. He was now standing on all fours.

"What in…what the hell is going on here?" he groaned. "Why can't I stand the…?"

He suddenly turned and looked down at a river, seeing the reflection of the creature he had transformed into, letting out a loud yell.

"HOLY SHIT! I'M A PONY! AN EFFING PONY!" he yelled, running around in a panicked voice. "HELLO?! ANYBODY THERE?!"

But alas, all that Deadpool could hear was the sounds of birds fluttering in the skies above him.

"This is a joke right?" he asked himself. "This is an effin joke? I can't be a horse, can I?"

Tripping over a rock, he landed on his stomach in a muddy puddle. Suddenly, he heard footprints coming towards.

"Oh whoopie doodie doo," muttered the now ponified Deadpool, trying to reach the swords on his back. "Now I can't reach for my swords. This is a fun idea!"

Suddenly, a zigzagged line of magic came towards Deadpool, striking him back into the muddy puddle. Getting to his feet, he attempted to combat the source of the disturbance who revealed itself to be another pony with a magenta coloring and a broken horn.

"Who are you?" Deadpool asked, struggling to get to his feet. "What do you want with me?"

The pony said nothing, merely standing down at Deadpool, her broken horn's magic locked on him.

"Look, if you are going to effing kill me, just do it."

Still, the pony said nothing. Suddenly, another voice was heard from the bushes.

"Tempest?" asked the voice of a lipsing individual. "Tempest, what's that noise?"

Stepping through the bushes, the voice revealed itself in the form of a small gray hedgehog.

"An intruder, Grubber," the broken horned pony finally said. "A pony intruder."

"Okay, first of all," cried Deadpool, trying to get to his feet. "I am not a pony! I am a guy that stands on two legs. Secondly, you mind telling me who you are?"

After a brief silence, the broken horned pony finally spoke, lowering her horn off of Deadpool.

"I am Fizzlepop Berrytwist," she said. "But you may call me…Tempest Shadow."

Deadpool had met his first pony inhabitant of this so-called land of Equestria.

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Elsewhere, at the same time, Thanos and his band of misfits had arrived at Camp Everfree, seeking to conquer the campground for themselves.

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