In a dark, empty region of space, the faint glimmers of newborn stars could be seen. Stars that had not yet reached their prime were not so bright, yet they had already left their mark upon the universe.
Beside one such newborn star, a small figure floated amid a heap of chaotic debris, covering her forehead helplessly.
The pile of debris was enormous and utterly disordered, containing everything imaginable. Some pieces looked like compartments, some like docks, and others were clearly propulsion components from a spacecraft.
Polaris let out a deep sigh and looked at Blue Spirit beside her. "Are you serious? You want me to sort all of this by myself, down to the exact location of every component, and then roughly assemble it all so it goes back to its original shape?"
Standing atop one of the fragments, Blue Spirit nodded. "Of course. You do not need to design it. Tony Stark provided the blueprints."
"These were his exact words—during the earlier transport, we recovered over ninety-five percent of the ship and spaceport components. Theoretically, we can put them back together."
"Of course, I am not asking for it to function normally after reassembly. You only need to restore its original form."
"I..." Polaris stood there with her mouth open for at least twenty seconds before finally saying, "...Do you even hear yourself??!!"
"You and that Schiller came up with a whole bunch of schemes, flew an alien ship into an alien spaceport, smashed them both into pieces, and then asked me to put them back together... Are you two... are you two insane????"
"If you wanted a finished product that could still work, why did you make the ship crash into it???"
Blue Spirit shrugged and activated the communicator strapped to his arm. Stark's voice came through.