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The Space Stone is different from his siblings.
He does not have a holder, the very idea of someone having the idea of trying to harness space itself is so ludicrous that if he had a mouth he would laugh.
That doesn't mean he hasn't considered it before. Especially when it came to his Favorite.
It wasn't that odd for the stones to have favorites, mortals that they had seen in their existence that they had grown fond of.
But Space had never actually had a a favorite, too distant to ever be attached to the beings with a blink and gone mortality. But he had asked his twin Time about it once, when the man known as Isaac Newton had wiggled his way into her heart, and she had done her very best to describe it to him.
"It's like, they're stuck to you somehow, and you feel really proud of them" sensing his confusion, she paused "it's hard to describe, brother. You would have to see for yourself."
And Space had seen the way his sister mourned Newton's death, as she had mourned Columbus' and Picasso's and Darwin's and decided he would never become attached to a silly mortal.
He had almost, when that Pym fellow discovered those particles and found how to shrink, becoming a hero along with his wife. But they, and their daughter, had never really understood space, too cautious, too scared to try anything that had too much risk.
So.
So after a while he drifted again, keeping a vague eye on the two remaining Pyms.
The other gone, but not dead, not yet at least and somewhere deep inside him he feels somewhat amazed by the human will to live before it faded once more to apathy.
Then He appeared.
Scott Lang had stumbled into the world of space compression and shape shifting on accident. He was a thief, a man who had no respect for the true science behind Space's creations, a man who just wanted to impress his daughter and be a superhero, like the ones his siblings were oh so enamored with.
Space watched him cautiously for a bit, before turning away, annoyed at the man's ineptitude.
He had shuddered and turned just in time to see the man leaving-yes leaving! The quantum realm.
This new man, Scott had completely grabbed his attention from then on. Unlike the others who had manipulated the Pym Particles and where all about the scientific reasoning, Scott was a very hands on learner, and, much to Space's joy, seemed to intuitively grasp things about him, about Space, that the others just couldn't.
Soon Space was tripping over himself to help the human man, bending himself to His whims.
At the airport, Space can feel Mind across the battlefield, and their confusion at why he's even there.
That confusion turns to shock when He turns huge, much bigger than should be allowed- and doesn't die. He can feel Mind probing him, no doubt wondering why he's letting this dumb mortal who thought He could mess around with Space do this, and Space doesn't even try to hide the smugness he radiates.
But then Minds holder had pushed Scott-into a plane. Space spun around to Mind, rage pinning the other. Stop it! He had snarled, and Mind and Vitriol or whatever his name was both paused, giving Scott enough time to recuperate.
He could feel Time's curiosity from across the universe and promptly told her to shut up.
He could still feel Him.
Trapped in the quantum realm with no hope of getting out, His friends gone, possibly forever.
Not forever, Time assures him. Not forever.
But she won't tell him for how long, and He's stuck down there where Space can't help Him, can't reach Him,
And for the very first time, Space wished he had a holder.