A/N: so, I know it's been a while but I have been busy with all my new school work since I have just moved into like, the most important year in school to have full attention focused. That's going to be really hard as I have recently had some good news come up in my family life and I still have this account and school on top of it all and too much homework to count and I have also been suffering from extreme writers block lately. Yeah, not fun. However, thank you for sticking it out for me to write for ages and I seriously apologise for the delay, it just makes me wish I didn't spend like three quarters of my life at school. This chapter was really confusing for me writing it because I had what I wanted to do and then school happened and my brain got confused but I hope I did ok. Enough of my rambling, enjoy the story!

"For some reason, we've all been brought together here." Said Sam "I don't have a clue as to why, or how but we have. It's gotta have something to do with getting out of here."

As they all sat around in their circle, they contemplated their situation, each trying to work out what they were going to do. As Sam came to his conclusion, everyone nodded in agreement. But no one had any answers. They were beginning to doubt they never would. But something seemed to click in someone's head, although it still didn't give much.

"What made you guys start looking for someone else?" Asked Quill, they all looked around each other before Peter Parker replied.

"Well, I don't know about the rest of you but after my chat with my uncle Ben, I don't know... I just felt this strong thing. Like a force of some kind, leading me in one direction, but it was my idea! Like, my brain just thought 'let's just walk around aimlessly, you might find something.' And I went with it." He explained, but he didn't notice until after he finished speaking; everyone had a look of shock on their faces.

"Me too." Was chorused throughout the group, all except for Bucky and Quill, because they had been found, they hadn't found the others. Although, when they spoke about it, they admitted to feeling that same urge but it stopped when others found them.

"I think Sam's right, and believe me that is something I never thought I'd say." Said Bucky with a slight laugh. "Something definitely brought us here, but how and why?"

Unfortunately, no one had an answer so they all decided to call it a night (day? Night? We don't know anymore... they just slept!) and that's what they all did. Well, mostly everyone...

Peter Parker was never one to easily fall asleep when something was bothering him, and right now, his head was racing. Everything everyone had talked about earlier was turning around and around in his mind and he was still no closer to finding an answer to any of it, but neither was anyone else really. He just lay on the confusing 'ground' and stared at the orange nothingness above him. He lay there for a while longer, frustrated with the lack of sleep, until he decided that enough was enough and that he obviously wasn't going to get to sleep anytime soon. He slowly sat up, he thought his back should be aching because of how long he was sitting down talking and because of his restless non-sleep on the ground-like-thing, but it wasn't. Once again, he started to wonder 'is this really death?' and of course he would, having so many questions. It would explain a lot, he thought, the lack of pain, the lack of his regular albeit slightly inhuman senses, the whole not having to eat thing would make a lot more sense that way, but they still got tired, still had to sleep and rest so they wouldn't go totally bezerk. Did they even need to sleep? Or was it their adjustment to that particular task over their lives that they would have to learn slowly to live (or die) without. But he decided that now was not the time to think about that, as he did every time he thought about that.

He groggily looked around the group and saw a figure a few feet away, seemingly doing the same thing as him, as his eyes refocused he realised it was Groot. He had wanted to talk to Groot quite a bit; from everything Quill and the other guardians had told him about the young tree, he seemed like someone Peter would like. Groot looked over to him and waved, he waved back. Peter looked around again, everyone else seemed to have drifted off. He saw a space past Drax and Quill and motioned to ask Groot if he wanted to go sit there. Groot nodded and moved carefully so as not to wake Mantis, who was sleeping by him. They sat down a little out of the way but not too far away from the group, should anything happen. Groot created a small sort of wall from his roots for them to lean against, and it was definitely more comfortable than sitting up all day or lying on the 'ground' all night. Peter happily went and sat down next to Groot, speaking but being careful not to wake anyone.

"Hey, it's Peter by the way." He said casually.

"I am Groot." The tree said in reply, pointing to himself in a sort of greeting reply.

"You ok?" Peter asked, no one had really asked anyone else that much. Groot nodded slightly.

"I am Groot?" He asked, gesturing to Peter. He guessed it meant: "Are you?".

"I'm alright." Peter replied, Groot seemed happy at his reply, obviously meaning that Peter had understood him correctly."I'm really sorry by the way, about your friend."

"I am Groot." He replied shortly, Peter didn't understand that one. But he understood the tears in his eyes.

"If it helps, I know how you feel." Said Peter. Groot looked up at him, he felt weak. He knew weakness wasn't a good thing. He had heard the stories the other guardians had told and they made him realise that weakness in enemy situations were something he couldn't afford. But here, now, this kid just felt trustworthy. They were both kids. Kids who had seen more and done more than others their age. They had been dragged into this war along with their teams, their families. That fact meant so much to both of them that they weren't alone in this. Groot nodded solemnly in understanding, knowing how much this kid had been through.

"You got anyone left behind?" Asked Peter, Groot nodded. "Who?"

"I am Groot." He pointed over to the sleeping Guardians "I am Groot." He said again. Peter racked his brain to try and work out what he meant.

"A Guardian?" Asked Peter "Wait, who were they talking about earlier? Rocket, right? I know I heard that name."

Groot nodded eagerly. He was right. Groot once again asked in return, as Peter realised quicker this time.

"Well, I don't actually know if anyone I know is alive or not. I live with my aunt, she would be devastated if she was left there but I wasn't." Peter explained.

They sat there talking until they fell asleep. They had found it really nice to know they weren't alone in being included in a frickin' war at such a young age. It had gave them both a friend that understood them more than the others ever could.

When the team woke up the next morning, it was to find two exhausted teenagers who had made friends out of this horrible situation. T'Challa couldn't help but be reminded of his young sister Shuri, he knew she would like the two boys. They would probably end up talking about technology, the Guardian's space tech and their Wakandan. He missed his sister more every minute he was in there. The group decided not to wake the sleeping kids so they could have a proper sleep, because Jesus none of them had slept right since they got here. You couldn't really. It was like something was blocking them from a deep sleep, something...

The adults sat around as they did every day, trying to figure out what was going on. And as they did every day, they came no where close to an answer. There were things they'd figured out; something had brought them together in here, they had all felt the same things, if was as if they'd been told by someone, a someone that was trying to help them. But who was this someone? Maybe, just maybe, there really was someone trying to help them.

"So, Thanos is in control of the stones but the stone brought us together. I'm guessing scrotum head doesn't have a clue." Said Sam

"But what if it wasn't the stone at all?" Asked Quill, when the thought arrived in his mind. This got their attention.

"What do you mean?" Asked Bucky

"Well, aren't the stones supposed to be under the control of Thanos, they can't exactly rebel against him while he has them, can he?" Quill replied, Strange looked at him with interest.

"That's right. How did you realise that?" He asked

"I don't know... it just, came into my head." Replied Quill

"So what you're saying, is that someone is helping us by controlling the stone?" Asked Sam.

"I don't know... I don't know, none of this makes any sense." Said Quill, getting more and more frustrated.

"I am Groot." 'I have an idea.' Said the young tree. No one had realised that the two young boys had woken up from their deep sleeps.

"What is it Groot?" Asked Quill.

"I am Groot, I am Groot. I am Groot. " 'I don't think someone's controlling the stone, otherwise the stone would've brought us together. But it didn't, we found each other, so maybe someone's controlling us.' Groot explained.

"Oh my god Groot I think you're right!" Exclaimed the Star-Lord.

"What'd he say?" Asked Bucky, to which Quill then explained to the others what Groot had told him.

"That would make sense." Said Peter "I mean, whatever it was made it seem like the idea came from our own minds but something felt like it was pushing us." They all nodded in agreement.

And so, they sat around once more but this time, in an attempt to figure out who exactly was controlling them. Was this person or whatever they were an ally to them? Or was this part of a bigger plot? They had decided to go with the first one, on account of none of them could bare to handle someone else out to get them after everything they'd been through. To determine who was 'helping' them, they'd need to figure out a few more things, which felt like that was all they were doing now anyway. Was this being connected to the stones in some way? This made some kind of sense in their minds as whoever it was would have to be connected to one or more of the stones to actually be able to make contact with the group. So, they pondered on all of the people it could be. Doctor Strange mentioned that he was not the only person to ever guard the time stone, speaking of the Ancient One and Wong. He also talked about the Battle of New York and how Loki had been in possession of the Tesseract then. Drax and Quill talked about their brief encounter with the power stone back on Xandar after they'd first met. So, as it turned out, there could be many people trying to help them. But, more worryingly, just as many people trying to defeat them entirely. They looked to each other in a slightly agitated yet comfortable silence.

They were all lost in thought until an unfamiliar voice brought them out. "Hello?" It said. A mans voice, by there was more than one voice there. A woman, and then another woman. Bucky looked up at the three people standing in front of the group.

"Who are you guys?" Asked Quill

"The names Hank Pym, this is my wife Janet and our daughter Hope."

A/N: *gasp* plot twist! This has been another chapter of inside the soul stone. Once again, I am really sorry for the very big delay! I don't know if any of you catch my drift with where this is headed but all will become clear next time, I think. To be honest, I don't know if any of you actually read these authors notes I write on here or if I'm just writing them for no reason or to make myself feel better when I write something bad. Oh, and I'm really sorry if any of you haven't seen the post credits scene in Ant-Man and The Wasp but I felt like this needed a last minute plot twist and it's pretty much the best I could come up with. Thank you for reading! Until next time...