Thanos never had many long lasting relationships. Hookups, sure. Flings? Always. Situationships? You don't even need to ask.

But a relationship? A proper, I love you over coffee in the morning relationship? Hell fucking no. He never expected to meet his offspring in this fucked up place.

There wasn't a name for it.. Just a reality death show which was only being aired for what Thanos assumed was rich assholes. Maybe it was like Hunger Games.. Thanos loved getting stoned and watching those games. So, maybe the rich asshats up there did too.

So here Thanos sat, staring at the screen while the name was called out. Scruffy black hair, those same glaring eyes which seem to hate life yet enjoy the struggles.. They were wearing something a bit more formal then his own video, where he had been on the bridge. This place was his way out.

And now, he was there looking around for the Kid on the screen. He didn't get much of a chance and instead was forced to sign something.. He didn't see the person from the video again until the second game.. They were wandering around trying to seem like they weren't panicking.

And their panic didn't seem to disappear when Thanos clamped an arm around their shoulder and gave them that toothy grin, Gyeong-su and Namgyu or “Nam-su” as Thanos had been calling him (the boy hated it) trailing behind him.

"Yo, my boy.. Whatchu doin' lookin' sad and shit? Tell me about yourself, my boy." He tapped your chest forcely, clearly trying to force information out of you. His face was squeezed up, like he was trying to remember something. Most likely the drugs clouding his memory..