Stupid game

It's been a week. Or at least that's what Tony told me. It took two days for me to wake up and when I did I didn't do much. Just laid there. We were in the Guardians of the Galaxy's ship, which is what Drax, Mantis, Nebula, and Quill are- were apart of. Tony seems... okay. Not his normal self but Peter's death hasn't seemed to affect him that much. I can't help but feel angry at him for that. I walk out of the small bedroom I got. I haven't left the bedroom this whole time, my brain just... shut down. I couldn't say anything without thinking of Peter and si had no motivation to do anything. Not to mention the pain from my cracked ribs and concussion. I put my hands in my hoodies pocket. They had some extra clothes in the ship and since Gamora and Quill wouldn't be needing them anymore... we took what we needed. I was wearing a hoodie and sweats. I walk into the main area to see Tony and Nebula sitting at a table, playing their stupid game. I leaned against the doorway and watched. Tony flicked a triangle and Nebula, not really knowing how to play, tried to punch it. "You don't need to do that because uh..." Tony said smiling, "you're just holding the position." Tony demonstrated started and the let Nebula flick the triangle. Hers barely went anywhere. "That was close." Tony encourages. Tony spotted me and turned towards me, Nebula stopped playing and looked at me as well. I looked shitty, I could tell cause I saw myself in the mirror earlier. My hair was messily tied into a ponytail and I looked empty. I felt empty. "You want to play?" Tony asked standing up. "You can take my spot." I took a step back, "I... don't know how." Lame excuse but I wasn't in the mood to play their stupid little game. Peter's dead. Tony smiled, "Neither does Nebula so you'll be even." "Uh... I'm not really in the mood..." that at least, was true. His face changes slightly but he keeps on a smile, "cmon, please? I gotta go check in the ship anyway and I need you to get Nebula occupied." Nebula glares at him but doesn't say anything. Finally I walk over and sit in the chair that Tony was in, it's stiff and hard. Tony tells me how to play, I just flick the cold metal triangle and try to make it over the goal that Nebula will make with her hands, then we switch. I nod and Tony walks off and out of sight. I flick the ring and don't make it close to the goal. Nebula looks like she's smiling but it's hard to tell. Who's she to laugh? She didn't do any better. I make a goal with my hands and she flicks it, it makes it over my hands, but barely. I grab the triangle and score as well and we continue to game, back and forth. I start zoning out halfway through. "I d-don't want to go... I'm sorry I don't want to go..." Flick. "Please Peter... p-please don't leave... please..."           Score.           "Mr. Stark? I don't feel so good..."           Flick. "Ashlyn... you're hurting and that's fine but you have to talk to someone. At least me." Miss.             "bring him back Tony... he can't be gone..."               Flick.               Spider-Man can't die...               Miss. "If we don't win.... Which won't happen... I want to tell you..." "I love you too." Tears sting my eyes but I held them back as I repeatedly tried to flick the shitty triangle, I kept missing the triangle all together and finally I stood up and just through it to the ground. "You won." I snap and then walk back to my room, slamming the door behind me. For the rest of what I assume is the day neither Tony nor Nebula comes to check on me which I'm grateful for. I sit on my bed, staring at the ceiling with tears going down my cheeks. I'm sorry Peter... Finally I decide to leave me room, to see if it's technically "night" yet. I leave my room to see the ship dark, the only light coming from the stars outside the windows. I walk softly to the kitchen, seeing if anyone's awake. I see no one so I'm about to head back to me room when I hear a soft snore. I hesitate then walk in the direction of where it came from. I see Tony fast asleep on the floor of a spare room, with his beat up helmet next to him and a tear trace in his cheek. So he was affected when Peter died. I felt guilty even thinking I doubted him, he was hurting just like me but he was trying to keep it together. Unlike me. I sigh and power off his helmet before quietly shutting the door and walking back to my room. I lay in bed and stare outside the window for a moment, admiring the stars. Eventually, I don't know when, tears are on my cheeks again and I'm falling asleep.. . . I walked into the captains courters. I started having trouble breathing and at first I thought it was a panic attack but it would go away. I saw Tony sitting in his seat, with his helmet in his lap, talking softly. "It's day 20, we're almost out of water. It won't matter though because our air is down to 10%. Ashlyn isn't doing well, Nebula has opened up more and I... I'm just hanging in there." Tony spoke into his helmet. He powered it off and then turned to see me. His face fell and he gestured for me to sit next to him. We're both silent for a minute. "So we're dying." I state. "It's inevitable. Not enough power to get home. Not enough air to stay alive until some rando finds us and helps us." Tony says, staring off into space. "And you didn't think to tell me?" I ask, frustrated. "When? When you were sobbing in your room? Or zoning out while playing that shitty game? Or how about when you were staring outside, thinking about Peter?" Tony asked angrily and I stayed silent. He sighed, "sorry. It's just... I know you miss him." 'And I do too' is what Tony should have said. But he didn't, he wanted to, he was about to, but he didn't. "I know. I also know you're hurting as well and I shouldn't have treated you like I did." I state. He nods, "funny how we're both well... the happiest we've been since Peter... right before we're about to die." "I think the oncoming death is like a sense of peace. We'll see Peter again, and our parents, and whoever else we lost on the way. We won't have to worry about anything anymore." After saying that my throat stops working. I'm breathing quick. Tony is the same. I take one last look at the beautiful stars and then turn on my side and fall asleep, at peace.. . . Someone nudged me and I startle awake, breathing heavily. "What?" I ask, my voice hoarse. It's Tony, he gestures in front of us and I turn towards the window, seeing a right light but not much else. "What the..." I trial off. Through the bright yellow light I see a person... a woman. A woman with blonde hair smiling. She flys to the back of our ship and starts pushing us forward, fast. I have no idea what's happening but there's not much we can do. Eventually I see a plant looming in the distance... Earth. We're going home. We're going to live. So why do I feel terrible about it?