Tony had a headache.
Because their team included not just a sorcerer, but also two kids who never shut up.
Peter being a chatterbox was bad enough, but even Shang-Chi, the newest Avenger, wouldn't stop talking.
Shang-Chi had agreed to become an Avenger because he felt it would give him a chance to use his powers.
After learning how to control his powers from John, Shang-Chi could clearly feel them changing every so often.
His ability to project energy, for instance, could now punch through the walls of a spaceship.
Left unchecked, power like that could cause a terrible disaster.
Combat was the best training.
He just hadn't expected his very first mission to involve laying an ambush in an alien's lair.
Tony laid out the plan: head to Thanos's home base, where the four of them would ambush him.
Peter raised his hand. "What if Thanos is already there? We won't have time to set up an ambush."
Good question. Don't ask it again.
Tony's real goal wasn't to set up an ambush, but to move the battlefield to Titan.
So if they ran into him, they would fight!
After Peter finished, Shang-Chi quietly raised his hand. "What roles do we need to fill?"
"Roles?"
"I know, I know." Peter hurriedly raised his hand. "Like in a game, you've got damage dealers and supports. Of course, mages and healers are essential too."
"By the way, I play a ranger."
"Nobody wants to know what class you play, Mr. Parker," Tony said, suppressing the urge to stuff the little brat back onto Earth. "And this isn't a game."
"What you need to do is adapt. We're facing the nastiest bastard in the entire universe, so don't bring your video game nonsense into this."
The two game and movie fanatics had