Wong’s usually stoic face creased at the edges. Over the past months, he’d had to deal with the fall out in the Sanctum alone. His people’s numbers were already paltry after  Kaecilius’ revenge, and now after Thanos…well, the earth needed the Avengers back in working order. Tony and Steve did<i>not</i>look to be in ‘working order’, and Thor was understandably distracted by the death of his people, and his only surviving family.<br/><br/><br/>In other words, they were quite fucked.<br/><br/><br/>As Wong shrugged wordlessly, Steve stepped away from the portal with a small frown. It wasn’t that he disliked ‘magic’, but it was still hard for him to really wrap his mind around being in one place then abruptly the other. It was amazing, and a great skill for his allies to utilize, but still slightly disconcerting.  His world kept rapidly expanding year after year. First waking up from being on ice, the new century, the Avengers, Wakanda, knowing that there were worlds<i>in space</i>, and now this? How was a Brooklyn orphan supposed to keep up?<br/>------------------<br/><br/><br/>Peter P thought for a moment he might have been a little stupid hugging a full grown man, but who didn’t like hugs? Hugs were<i>supposed</i>to make people feel better. It was …a cosmic rule! No matter how old he got, when he was upset one of Aunt May’s hugs always eased a few of the knots in him. He’d missed the simplicity of contact with others after being<i>here</i>for so long, and a flood of relief tore through him when his name buddy hugged back.<br/><br/><br/>Peter Q wasn’t the only one that had needed a bear-hug to keep themselves together, even through the younger was decidedly quieter about it.<br/><br/><br/>Peter P’s arms stayed strong, a bear-hug from a young man a fraction of Quill’s height and weight. He didn’t mind when Quill started crying, burying his head a little closer as his hand worked in slow circles. The bloom of warmth from bodily contact anchored a little of the lonely cold that felt so pervasive these days. A cold that had gripped his body the moment it had started to dissolve away into this strange dimension.<br/><br/><br/>Silent tears of his own welled in his eyes, blinking them from his eyes as Quill cried against him. As much as Stephen said something big was going to happen, that there was a chance, Peter couldn’t help but feel unending dread towards getting his hopes up. What if they returned only the mind they were the only ones that could ever make it back?....Who else had been lost that they didn’t even know about?