Naomi had been itching to move since she felt the rocking of the ship as it touched ground, but Strange stayed stock still. He hadn't offered any conversation, and neither had Naomi. The way he had looked at her earlier sighed like a rock in her stomach, but she did her best to ignore it. She fiddled with her fingers and chew her lip to try and ease her anxiousness, but sitting in a cold cell while she heard the commotion of Thanos's mindless army fade into nothingness was almost unbearable. It had since been long enough that there was inevitably a battle waging outside, Thanos having released the obligatory CGI soldiers from the confines of the ship.

Naomi released a shaking breath when a loud explosion tore through the silence, the ship rattling slightly in response. She looked to Strange, who seemed to have expected the blow. "Still trust me?" He cocked a brow. Naomi grinned, springing up from the floor in relief.

"Let's go."

Stephen nodded, raising his arms in front of him, the sling ring present on his hand catching Naomi's eye. Circling his right hand in toward his outstretched left, he created a small, spinning circle of golden sparks that expanded his height. Despite her stress, Naomi couldn't help but feel awestruck at the simple display of magic. Strange motioned at her to follow, and quickly disappeared through the portal. She readily complied, unconsciously holding her breath as she entered through the ring of light.

On the other side, Naomi found herself still inside Thanos's ship, but in a different room with shelves stacked high on all four walls. It was an armory room, clearly having been ransacked considering the scarce weapons carelessly strewn about on the shelves and floor. Naomi was confused, since Stephen almost never utilized weapons outside of his own magic, especially not ones as crude as these. She glanced down at an axe by her feet, formed sloppily out of a hard, black material. Clearly these were arms for Thanos's army, and not for himself or the Black Order.

Stephen, however, didn't appear to notice, or care as he quickly scoured the room, scanning over the floor and all of the shelves. She couldn't imagine anything of importance could be in the room, but Naomi didn't raise her concern with the sorcerer. She simply wanted the fight to be over and done with so she could see her friends again, and be assured that Thanos would never see his plans fulfilled.

But when Stephen suddenly turned to her, holding a jagged sword, Naomi's initial reaction was confusion, glancing from the blade to Strange. "What?" She asked.

"You'll fight with us." Stephen said simply, thrusting the sword into her hands. Naomi was quiet as she inspected it, thumbing over the notches driven into the fat blade. It was nothing like the swords she had seen Valkyrie wield, or Loki's daggers. The handle was lumpy and cracked, the material digging uncomfortably into her hands as she held it.

"Stephen, I don't understand." Naomi tried, holding the longsword with both hands away from her. It was true that Naomi had practiced some with swords during her training with Valkyrie, but that hardly made her prepared to rush into an actual battle. Naomi relied on her uncanny knowledge of the MCU to survive in this dimension, not her fencing ability. "I want us to win the war, but I can't do anything on the field, Stephen."

Strange turned toward her, and the rock in Naomi's stomach grew heavier as she recognized the look in his eyes. "Fight with us, Naomi. You've got the armor, the weapon." He gestured to her ensemble, which Naomi supposed was a bit damning. She was still dressed in the Asgardian armor given to her after she was shot during the escape from Ragnarok, which felt like months ago at the rate she had been traveling. But Stephen knew better than to assume she could fight based off of her outfit, so Naomi pressed further with a sense of dread.

"Why? If I can't take down some CGI monster, what makes you think I can help win this thing?" Naomi approached Stephen, releasing one hand from her grip on the sword to gesture in the air. She was aware that her words sounded cowardly, but damn it, Naomi was a thinker, not a fighter. She knew that she would feel like shit if she was the only person not out on the battle ground, risking their life against Thanos, but she also knew that rationally, there wasn't anything she could do. Naomi's knowledge had gotten her, and everyone else this far, and now it was up to the Avengers to take down Thanos.

But when Stephen looked at her, eyes urgent and melancholy, Naomi got the feeling that that wasn't the case. "You trust me?" He asked, his eyes pinning her down.

For a split second, Naomi doubted whether she did. But then the second ended.

"Yeah. I do."

Stephen nodded, "I'll get you where you need to go, so don't worry about that. But you need to fight with us, Naomi." He stressed, clapping his hands down onto her shoulders. She swallowed, and nodded almost imperceptibly.

"Okay. I'll do it." Naomi grimaced, praying she wouldn't regret this.

"Follow me." Ordered Stephen, casting another portal in front of them. He stepped through it with practiced confidence, and Naomi followed, adjusting her grip on the hilt. The sword was uncomfortably heavy, and she blanched at the thought of having to attack something with it. CGI or not, Thanos and his army were living things, and although it was easy to dismiss the casualties on screen, it was hard for Naomi to picture herself taking a swing with the intent to injure, or even kill. But she pushed the thoughts to the back of her head, following Strange through the portal blindly.

As soon as she stepped through, noise erupted all around Naomi. After a quick scan of her surroundings, she realized that they were outside, standing in the grass next to the giant hull of Thanos's ship. Strange pulled her against the cool metal, hiding them from view as he peeked around the corner of the ship. Huddled against the side of the ship as they were, Naomi couldn't see the majority of the battle, but she could hear the grunts and screams of conflict just as loudly. Something crashed against the front of the ship, rocking it in place. Naomi flinched, tightening her grip on the handle. Her blood ran cold but she stayed in place, staring at the back of Strange's head as he surveyed the battle. Quickly, Stephen glanced back at her, grabbing Naomi's arm and bringing her in front of him. Edging closer to the front of the ship, Naomi risked being seen, but now she had a clear view of the battle ground.

Thanos's mindless army- Outriders, Naomi thought they were called- littered the ground, either as raging beasts or lifeless corpses. Naomi's attention was drawn as one foot soldier was literally dragged into the air by Sam, who struggled with his grip on the phrasing beast until he got high enough, before dropping it straight into Bucky's line of fire. Naomi nearly got the urge to call out to them, as they were closer to her on the outskirts of the battle, trapped by the hordes of soldiers. But she resisted as she turned her attention toward the opposite end of the battle ground, where glowing red light tore through the army like it was nothing- Wanda Maximoff slowly making her way to the center of the field. In the center, there were even more familiar faces- Drax punching an Outrider into submission as Mantis put one to sleep beside him- Natasha slicing through one with its own weapon further away. And even through all the yelling and screaming and grunting, she could still hear Rocket scream out, 'Piss off!', followed by rapid gunfire. The Black Order was scattered about, but Naomi clearly picked out two Order members taking on Steve Rogers in the middle of it all, putting up a hell of a fight against the aliens. Naomi's breath hitched in her throat as one of the Order began to swing a blade straight at Steve, who was blocking another blow. However Steve was spared as a familiar web caught the blade before it hit the man, and Spiderman swung into action beside Captain America.

Naomi's eyes darted over the crowd to try and pick anyone else out, but their bodies were packed tightly together despite the large battle ground. Her heart hammered as her eyes finally lighted upon the front line, where the real fight was going down.

Thanos was dressed in full armor, Infinity Gauntlet glowing with the power of two stones as he fought against his adversaries. An unlikely team-up, to be sure, but Naomi couldn't help but crack a small smile as she watched Loki and Tony fight side by side against the Titan. Loki's movements were fluid, almost graceful as he worked Thanos close range, his twin blades darting about the Titan like snakes. Embedded in one of the knives handles, Naomi could swear she saw a distinct red glow, which was likely the cause of the shuddering Earth beneath Thanos that made it nearly impossible for the Titan to stay on his feet. Tony, securely encased in his Iron Man armor, worked long distance, drawing Thanos's attention with blasts and dodging when he could. However as well as they fought with each other, Naomi could clearly see that they were struggling to keep the upper hand. Even with only two Infinity Stones, Thanos was immensely powerful, especially as the Time Stone could effectively reverse any damage done to him in an instant, and the Space Stone kept driving Loki back and deflecting Tony's repulsor shots.

Naomi didn't consciously realize it, but her doubts and fears about joining the battle melted away as she watched two people she loved dearly fight for their lives against an insane tyrant. She shifted her weight on the balls of her feet, and Strange noticed as her grip of the sword became more natural, her practice with Valkyrie kicking in. He nodded quietly to himself, taking note of how her instincts appeared to be taking over now that she was faced with the real battle. Before Naomi could act on her own and jump into the fight, Strange pulled her back with a hand on her shoulder.

"Remember what I told you?" He shook her form slightly, bringing her attention away from the fight. "I'll get you to where you need to be, so when I do, you need to act quickly, understand!?" Stephen hissed, his desperate tone shocking Naomi slightly. Her brow creased, but Naomi's eyes were calm with determination, squaring her shoulders as she faced Stephen.

"I'm ready." She said. Stephen nodded, backing a few steps away before raising his hands and activating the sling ring. Before Naomi dropped through the portal created under her, she caught that familiar expression in Stephen's eyes.

However she had no time to think on that as her body slipped through the portal, the fizzing gold light taking over her vision for a second before she dropped back onto solid ground.

Directly in front of Thanos himself.

Her sudden appearance forced Loki and Tony to halt in their attacks, the very sight of her making them forget the current conflict for a second. Naomi didn't see them however, as she stared at Thanos, who stared back at her, mouth slightly agape and eyes furious.

A second passed, nobody moved.

Naomi swung the sword up at Thanos's neck, both hands gripping it as a fierce shout escaped from her throat.

The blade was mere inches away before it was encased in a blue light.