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'I may need to get out of here...' The Grandmaster thought as he quickly and quietly left his throne, rushing to the nearest exit.

"Where are you going?" Peter asked as the Grandmaster ran face first into a hard wall.

"Ugh!" He grunted as he fell to the floor and craned his neck upward.

The door that he was running to was now gone and replaced with a flat wall as if the exit was never there to begin with.

"?!" The Grandmaster seemed confused for a moment before scrambling back to his feet and looking around the room.

Each door leading into and out of the room had completely disappeared.

Even the exit of the welcome ride was gone.

"What the-" The Grandmaster muttered as he turned and locked his eyes on Peter, who was lounging on the couch beside Genie.

"As the host of this party, it's very rude to leave before your guests." Peter comments as he waves his hand.

Instantly, the Grandmaster fell through a portal and landed butt-first back on his throne.

"How..." He muttered in shock.

The portal was one thing, as Peter already showed him that power when he sent Gamora away, but sealing up the entire room was another.

The Grandmaster has been alive almost just as long as his brother, the Collector, yet he's never met anyone that could do such a thing.

'It's almost like he's bending reality...' The Grandmaster thought to himself.

Though that's just about as far as his thoughts on the situation went.

Unlike his brother, the Grandmaster has lived the majority of his life trapped in Sakaar, leaving him clueless about the existence of the Infinity Stones.

Which was good for Peter, as he didn't need anyone spilling that information just yet.

'Tony would whine about me not sharing my all-powerful toys with him if he found out...' Peter thought as he rolled his eyes. "Magic. Now sit tight and wait until the fight is over. We'll decide what to do with you then."

Peter dragged his gaze away from the shocked dictator as Pepper and Rhodes walked over.

Peter watched as their armor retracted back into the glowing arc reactors on their chests.

"Wow, looking good." He gave them an impressed whistle. "I didn't know Tony was working on nanotechnology."

"You wouldn't, would you?" Tony said accusingly as he strolled over, dragging Bi-Beast's headless body along with him. "Because you're too busy having space adventures without me."

Peter instantly let out a tired sigh.

Yeah, he could have brought Tony along to meet the Guardians, but with Thanos and the Infinity Stones involved, he thought it best not to.

"I'm sorry?" Peter apologized questioningly.

On one hand, he felt bad for leaving out his friend, but on the other hand, it wasn't Peter's job to involve Tony in every facet of his chaotic life.

"You should be." Tony nods as his armor disappeared. "So, what's with the girl? Are you thinking of cheating on Silk? You can tell me. I won't spill your dirty adulterous secrets. Bros before hoes-"

*whack!*

Pepper slapped Tony upside the head as he took a seat beside Peter, rubbing his sore spot and kicking his feet up on top of Bi-Beast's headless body.

"No, I think she'll make a good Avenger. That's all." Peter shook his head as he turned his attention back to Topaz and Brunnhilde.

"See? Not everyone's a sick pervert like you." Pepper glared at Tony as Topaz was thrown into a pillar, destroying it upon impact. "Shouldn't we step in and stop them?"

"Nah, they seem to have some sort of bad blood between them, so let them settle it on their own." Peter shrugged as Brunnhilde knocked the spear out of her opponent's hands.

"Who's this?" Tony asks as he turns to Genie, who was screaming at the fighters as if he was a coach in the UFC.

"Genie. He's a friend of mine..." Peter gave Tony a made-up backstory as they watched the fight.

At this point in the match, both sides have lost their weapons.

Brunnhilde managed to knock the spear from Topaz's hands, and immediately tossed her Dragonfang aside, evening the odds once again.

Based on the injuries to both sides, Brunnhilde was winning by a landslide.

Topaz was covered in bruises and a few cuts as she huffed and puffed for air, exhausted from the fight thus far.

Meanwhile, Brunhilde only had a few minor injuries and appeared raring to go.

'I guess that's the difference between an Asgardian physiology and the rest of the universe.' Peter thought.

He didn't know what species of alien Topaz was, but it certainly didn't stack up against an Asgardian.

Especially now that Brunnhilde has completely sobered up.

She hasn't had a sip of alcohol since Peter captured her, and Asgardians have a much higher metabolism than most alien races, so she sobered up fairly quickly.

"Oh, that's gotta hurt." Genie winced as Brunnhilde grabbed Topaz by the hair and slammed her head into the floor.

"I think that ends it." Peter muttered as Topaz remained unmoving on the cracked floor.

Standing from his seat, Peter walked over to Brunnhilde, who retrieved her sword after her victory.

"Will you finish her off?" He asked.

Of course, Peter doesn't enjoy killing, but he has zero empathy for the Grandmaster and anyone related to him.

'Some sort of evil villain gene must run in the family...' He thought as both he and his brother turned out to be psychos in their own weird ways.

One would do anything to grow his collection, which included slaves, while the other seemed to revel in forcing slaves to fight to the death while collecting Champions to battle in his name.

"No, she's not worth the rust on my blade." Brunnhilde replied as she sheathed Dragonfang and looked toward the Grandmaster.

"142, come on. It's me." The man in question started to plead as he had no other way out. "We go way back, don't we? You can't just serve me up to die, right?"

"..." Brunnhilde remained silent for a moment before turning back to Peter. "He's all yours. I'll keep that favor for the time being."

Her voice held no remorse for her former employer.

Brunnhilde spent many years on Sakaar and although she and the Grandmaster met many times for business, she never grew to like him very much.

After all, it's hard to sympathize with a dictator who runs his nation through slavery.

He didn't even know her real name...

"Sure." Peter shrugged as he turned to the Grandmaster, who sat speechless while tightly gripping the armrests of his throne.

"Wait! We can talk about this, can't we? I'm a lot more valuable alive, I assure you. How would you like to be the Grand Duke of Sakaar, huh? I can make that happen..." He started rambling about everything he could give away in exchange for his life, nobility included.

"What's with this guy and the word Grand?" Tony asks as he walks over. "Grandmaster, Grand Arena, Grand Duke..."

"I don't think he has a very good naming sense." Peter nodded in agreement.

"True, he's been calling me Scrapper 142 for almost a thousand years." Brunnhilde added from the side.

"You're a thousand years old!?" Pepper exclaimed in shock. "What's your skincare routine?"

Ignoring Tony's girlfriend, who rushed over to pester Brunnhilde, Peter turned back to deal with the Grandmaster.

"Wait, he tried to enslave us so I'll do it." Tony says as a liquid metal pours over his arm and forms into a red and gold glove with a repulsive at the palm.

"Wait! We can talk about this! There's a lot you don't know about-" The Grandmaster shouted as Tony's palm brightened.

*Vsss... Bang*

The thruster on Tony's palm charged up before firing off a thick pillar of blue light, which enveloped the entire throne.

The attack was so powerful that it tore through the throne and melted a hole in the floor-to-ceiling windows behind it as well.

Outside of the Grandmasters Palace, the whole city lit up, attracting everyone's attention as they wondered what the hell was going on.

"Damn..." Peter uttered as the blue pillar of light disappeared, leaving behind nothing but a gaping hole, some ashes, and a few burnt pieces of the Grandmaster's yellow robe. "That attack wasn't always that crazy. You really upgraded, huh?"

"Well, I added some runes to reinforce the suit, so it could handle a higher output without melting." Tony explained as his armored glove morphs, revealing countless lines of tiny runes.

"Wow. Looks like I wasn't wrong when I said runes would be your greatest asset." Peter admired his friend's craftsmanship.

"So what now?" Rhodes walked up and asked. "Should we just leave?"

"No!" Tony refused instantly.

"?" Everyone, including Peter, looked at Tony in confusion.

"We can't leave." Tony states with a determined look in his eyes. "This place is a goldmine. There's enough tech and materials on this rock to take over the universe! Not that I want to do that, but I refuse to leave any of it behind."

"And how do you plan to do that?" Peter asked incredulously.

Although he saw the appeal, the work to accomplish what Tony wants is astronomical.

"Well, first we need a new king."

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