The next morning Dad, Maximus, and I head to the compound, heading to the hanger. Upon entering we see Scott's van is all set up with him in his Ant-Man suit. Bruce is by the computer panel, ready to go with Nat right beside him. The three of us approach them.

"Is everything ready?" I ask.

"Yup, we're good to go." Scott answers.

"Okay, here we go. Time travel test number one." Bruce says. "Scott, fire up the uh... the van thing."

Scott opens the back of the van to reveal the portal thingy or whatever it is.

"Breakers are set. Emergency generators are on standby." Dad says to Bruce.

"Good, because if we blow the grid, I don't want to lose Tiny here in the 1950s," Bruce says.

"Excuse me?" Scott then asks.

"He's kidding," Nat says to him. "You can't say things like that," Nat tells Bruce.

"Just... it was a bad joke." Bruce tries to reassure him.

"You were kidding, right?" I whisper to Bruce as Scott walks towards the van.

"I have no idea. We're talking about time travel here. Either it's all a joke, or none of it is." Bruce whispers back before looking at Scott. "We're good! Get your helmet on." He tells Scott, giving him a thumbs-up as Scott puts the helmet on. "Scott, I'm gonna send you back a week, let you walk around for an hour, then bring you back in ten seconds. Make sense?"

"Perfectly not confusing," Scott says.

"Good luck, Scott. You got this." Dad tells him.

"I sure hope you're right about that," I whisper worryingly to him.

"You're right. I do, Captain America." Scott says before Bruce presses a button which sucks him into the Quantum Tunnel thing.

"On a count of three. 3... 2... 1." Bruce presses some more buttons to bring Scott back, but someone else comes out. A teenager in the Ant-Man suit. Maximus cocks his head to the side in confusion.

"Guys? This—this doesn't feel right." The teen says to us.

"Bruce?" I question.

"What is this?" Dad asks.

"What's going on?" Bruce starts to panic.

"Who is that?" Nat asks.

"Hold on," Bruce says as he presses some buttons in panic.

"Is that Scott?" Nat questions.

"Yes, it's Scott." The teenage Scott says before getting sucked back into the Quantum Tunnel.

"What's going on, Bruce?" Dad questions just as an old man comes out of the tunnel.

"Oh, my back!" Old Man Scott exclaims.

"What is this?" Dad questions once again.

"Hold on a second," Bruce mumbles as he presses more buttons, trying to fix the problem. "Can I get a little space here?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Can you bring him back?" Dad asks.

"I'm working on it," Bruce answers, pressing more buttons.

Old Man Scott gets sucked in as Baby Scott comes out.

"It's a baby," Dad says.

"It's Scott," Bruce says.

"As a baby!" Dad and I both yell at Bruce in unison.

"He'll grow," Bruce argues.

"Bruce, bring our Scott back," I say to him.

"When I say kill the power, kill the power," Bruce tells me.

"Oh, my God," Nat says, looking so done as I speed over to the generator.

"And... kill it!" Bruce yells to me and I pull the lever, shutting everything down. Scott, our Scott, comes out of the Quantum Tunnel.

"Somebody peed my pants," Scott says as I run back over to the others.

"Oh, thank God." Nat sighs in relief.

"But I don't know if it was baby me or old me. Or just me me." Scott says.

"Time travel!" Bruce exclaims, holding his arms out dramatically. I simply just shake my head and start to walk away with Maximus at my heels. "What? I see this as an absolute win!" Bruce calls after us.

I head outside, picking Max up for a hug as I lean against one of the columns. The one shot we had, down the drain. Dad comes out of the building after me, I don't have to look back to know it's him.

"Well that all went horribly wrong," I say, not even looking at him as I stare in the distance while rubbing Max's back.

"It did." Dad agrees as he stands beside me. "But doesn't mean we should give up. We'll find a way to get this to work." He tries to reassure me with his optimism.

"How do you know?" I ask him.

"Because I have faith." He tells me as he looks right at me. I turn my head to look him right in the eyes before looking back in the distance.

"I don't think faith will help us," I tell him.

"Oh, it just might," Dad says as we hear a car screech in the distance.

A car comes speeding its way to the compound and right past us before stopping then reversing back to us. I set Maximus down as the window rolls down to reveal Tony.

"Why the long face? Let me guess, he turned into a baby." Tony says to us.

"Among other things, yeah. What are you doing here?" Dad asks him.

"It's the EPR Paradox," Tony says, ignoring Dad's question. He gets out of his car. "It means I won the bet." Tony looks at me with a smug smile and I just roll my eyes as he continues. "Instead of pushing Lang through time, you might've wound up pushing time through Lang. It's tricky, dangerous. Somebody could have cautioned you against it."

"You did," Dad says.

"Oh, did I?" He says, acting like he didn't which causes me to roll my eyes again. "Well, thank God I'm here. Regardless, I fixed it." He holds up his right hand with a device on it. "A fully functioning time-space GPS. I just want peace." He makes a peace sign with his hands, making Dad and I smile. "Turns out resentment is corrosive, and I hate it."

"Me, too," Dad says to him.

"We got a shot at getting these stones, but I gotta tell you my priorities. Bring back what we lost, I hope, yes. Keep what I found, I have to, at all costs. And... maybe not die trying. Would be nice." He tells us.

"Sounds like a deal." Dad holds his hand out and the two of them shake hands.

"Finally you two made up!" I cheer as they both playfully glare at me. I pull Tony into a hug while Max barks excitedly. "Thank you for coming around."

"You kind of guilt-tripped me back there." He says as we pull away.

"That was the point," I smirk and he ruffles my hair and then bends down to pet Max.

Tony then walks over and opens his trunk, taking Dad's shield and dumping all the contents off of it before handing it to Dad who hesitates to take it.

"Tony, I don't know," Dad says.

"Why? He made it for you." Tony says to him, referring to Howard. "Plus, honestly, I have to get it out of the garage before Morgan takes it sledding."

I smile at the two of them, finally making amends after all these years. Dad takes the shield, fitting it on his left arm.

"Thank you, Tony," Dad tells him.

"Will you keep that a little quiet? Didn't bring one for the whole team." He pauses for a few seconds, closing his trunk. "We are getting the whole team, yeah?"

"We're working on that right now."

I smile at them. "I love you guys," I say and bring them into a group hug. They chuckle, but hug back, Max whines, wanting to join in on the hug.

"Don't leave out the best member of the team," Tony says as he picks Max up so he can join the hug.

When we pull away I look at Dad's shield, smiling at it.

"Oh, that reminds me," Tony says as he sees me eyeing the shield. He opens the door on the driver's side and opens his glove compartment, grabbing something out of it. He closes the door to the car and holds out a watch in his hand. "This is for you." He hands me the watch.

"A watch?" I question as I put it on my right wrist.

"It's not just a watch. Push down on it." He tells me.

I comply and what happens next surprises me, Dad, and even Maximus. A nanotech suit starts crawling up my arms and down to my chest and legs until the whole suit is finally on. It's an exact replica of the suit I have now, but it's nanotech.

"Tony," I say in shock as I look at the new suit. There's also an arc reactor in the middle of my chest on the suit.

Tony shrugs. "Thought it was time for an upgrade. Uh... to get out of it just press that arc reactor on your chest. It works like my suit, the one you tried on before it was complete." He chuckles at the memory and shakes his head.

I look at my hands as repulsors form on them. I smile and create a shield on my left arm and a sword on my right. Dad looks impressed and smiles widely at how much I'm enjoying this.

I look up at Tony. "Thank you, Tony."

"It was about time you got your own Iron Man suit."

I turn the shield and sword back to repulsors as I point at him. "You just called it an Iron Man suit. That means I won the bet."

"Shit."

I press the arc reactor on my chest and the suit turns back into the watch. We all then head inside, Tony still holding my dog. We manage to get a hold of the others. Rocket asked me if I wanted to join him and Bruce in getting Thor which of course I agreed to. Nat, on the other hand, is going to get Clint.

"You found him?" I ask as I approach the woman.

"Yeah, he's in Tokyo. You want to come with?" She asks me.

I shake my head. "I already told the furball I was going with him and Bruce to retrieve Thor." I then pull her into a hug. "Bring him back," I whisper in her ear.

"I will." She reassures me.

We pull away and I head outside to Rocket's ship, the Benatar, where Rocket and Bruce were already waiting.

"Took ya long enough." Rocket rolls his eyes with his arms crossed as I enter the ship.

"Shut up, Furface. Let's just go." I say as I push him out of the way. A smirk on my lips.

Rocket chuckles. "Whatever you say, your highness." He mocks as he makes his way to the front of the ship. This is how we show our love, just making fun of each other, and honestly I love it.

We all strap in as Rocket flies the Benatar in the middle of a field just outside of New Asgard since there's no place to land the ship there. From there the three of us get in the back of a utility car, driving past the 'NEW ASGARD' sign on the way there. We stop at a small town on a port. The three of us hop out of the car and look at the remaining Asgardians, living their lives like normal humans.

"Kind of a step down from the golden palaces and the magic hammers and whatnot." Rocket says to us.

"Hey, have a little compassion, pal. First, they lost Asgard, then half their people. They're probably just happy to have a home." Bruce says to Rocket.

"You shouldn't have come!" Valkyrie yells from behind us.

The three of us turn around. "Hey, Valkyrie," I say to her, giving her a fist pump.

"Aaaaahhh Valkyrie! Great to see you, Angry Girl!" Bruce says to her.

Valkyrie then notices Bruce's change of appearance. "I think I liked you better either of the other ways."

"This is Rocket." He motions to the raccoon.

"How ya doing?" The raccoon greets her.

"Or Furface, as I like to call him," I say.

"Hey, only you get to call me that, Little Miss Dramaqueen."

I place a hand over my heart in mock hurt. "Ouch."

"He won't see you," Valkyrie says, ending the minor bickering we were having.

"It's that bad, huh?" Bruce questions.

"We only see him once a month when he comes in for 'supplies.'" She says, looking over at the piles of kegs full of beer.

"It's that bad," I state as I glance worryingly at Bruce.

"Yeah." Valkyrie nods.

The three of us walk up to Thor's place anyway. We need him there, we need everyone there for when it happens. Rocket knocks on the door then glance back at Bruce and me worriedly before knocking once more. He then decides to try the doorknob and surprisingly the door was unlocked so we walk in with Rocket leading, me in the middle, and Bruce bringing up the rear.

"What the...?" Rocket says as we walk in. "Woo! Something died in here!" He exclaims, the both of us grimacing at the smell.

"You sure it wasn't him?" I gag.

"Hello? Thor!" Bruce calls out to our friend as Rocket and I take a look around.

"Are you here about the cable?" Thor's voice asks from another room. "The Cinemax went out two weeks ago, and the sports are all kinda fuzzy and whatnot." He says as we walk into the room he's in. I let out a small gasp when I see him.

"Thor?" Bruce questions. I still can't believe my eyes. Thor has gained some weight. A lot of weight.

Thor grabs a beer bottle, turning around and finally noticing us. "Boys! And lady! Oh, my God! Oh, my God, it's so good to see you!" He exclaims, coming up to give Bruce a hug and then me. I try not to gag at the smell, but I always enjoy hugs. Thor looks over at Rocket. "Come here, cuddly little rascal." He pulls Rocket into a hug, looking like he could suck Rocket right into his giant belly.

"Yeah, no, I'm good. I'm good." Rocket tries to push Thor off of him. "That's not necessary."

Thor pulls away from him. "Hulk, you know my friends Miek and Korg, right?" He points to them.

"Hey boys! And lady!" Korg greets us. He has a PlayStation controller in his hands with a headset on, playing Fortnite while Miek is eating pizza.

"Hey, guys." Bruce greets them. "Long time no see."

"Beer's in the bucket. Feel free to log on to the Wi-Fi. No password, obviously." Korg tells us.

"I can't get drunk," I mumble.

"Thor, he's back," Korg says as he goes back to his game. "That kid on the TV just called me a dickhead again."

"Noobmaster." Thor states.

"Yeah, NoobMaster69 called me a dickhead," Korg confirms.

Thor walks over, taking the headset from Korg. "I'm sick of this." He mutters, putting the headset up to his ear. "Noobmaster, hey, it's Thor again. You know, the God of Thunder. Listen, buddy, if you don't log off this game immediately I am gonna fly over to your house, come down to that basement you're hiding in, rip off your arms, and shove them up your butt!" He yells at the kid. Meanwhile, Bruce, Rocket, and I just share a look and I put a hand over my mouth to help hold in my laugh. "Oh that's right, yes! Go cry to your father, you little weasel!" He hands the headset back to Korg.

"Thank you, Thor," Korg says to him.

"Let me know if he bothers you again, okay?"

"Thank you very much. I will."

Thor looks back at us. "So, you guys want a drink? What are we drinking? I've got beer, tequila, all sorts of things."

"Again, I can't get drunk," I say.

Thor opens a bottle of beer with Stormbreaker. "Oh, that's right," Thor says.

"Why can't you get drunk again?" Rocket asks.

"You're supposed to be the smart one out of us. Fast metabolism, remember?" I tell the raccoon.

"Right, right." Rocket says, remembering now.

Bruce walks up to Thor, who's drinking another bottle of beer. "Buddy. You all right?" He puts a concerning hand on Thor's shoulder.

"Yes, I'm fine. Why? Why, don't I look all right?" Thor questions.

"You look like melted ice cream." Rocket says bluntly.

I snort and Thor laughs.

"So, what's up? You just here for a hang, or what?" Thor asks us.

"We need your help," Bruce tells him. "There might be a chance we could fix everything."

"What, like the cable?" Thor burps. "'Cause that's been driving me bananas for weeks."

"Like Thanos."

Thor's smile disappears and his face is full of sorrow. He puts a hand on Bruce's shoulder and points at him. "Don't you say that name."

Korg stands up, taking his headphones off. "Um, yeah, we don't actually say that name in here." He tells Bruce.

Bruce calmly puts his hand on Thor's wrist. "Please take your hand off me." He shakes Thor's hand off. "Now, I know that... guy might scare you."

"Why would I be...? Why would I be scared of that guy? I'm the one who killed that guy, remember? Anyone else here kill that guy? Nope. Didn't think so. Korg, why don't you tell everybody who chopped Thanos' big head off?" He walks to the other side of the room, passing Rocket and me.

"Stormbreaker?" Korg questions.

"Who was swinging Stormbreaker?"

"I get it. You're in a rough spot, okay? I've been there myself. And you want to know who helped me out of it?" Bruce asks Thor.

"I don't know. Is it... Natasha?" Thor asks.

"It was you. You helped me."

Thor walks in the middle of the room, pointing to the window. "So, why don't you ask the Asgardians down there, how much my help is worth?" He sits in a chair. "The ones that are left, anyway."

"I think we could bring them back," Bruce says to him.

I step up. "Thor, the original Avengers, all seven of us, weren't snapped away. Now you might think that's pure luck, but I think that's the universe telling us we still have a chance at making things right." I tell him.

"Stop. Stop, okay?" Thor says as he opens a pack of M&Ms. "I know you think I'm down here wallowing in my own self-pity, waiting to be rescued and saved, but I'm fine, okay. We're fine, aren't we?" He asks Korg and Miek.

"We're good here, mate," Korg tells Thor.

"So, whatever it is that you're offering, we're not into it. Don't care. Couldn't care less. Goodbye." He tells us.

"We need you, pal." Bruce tries again. Thor shakes his head, taking another swing of his beer.

Rocket crosses his arms. "There's beer on the ship." He tells Thor.

Thor pauses, dropping his empty bottle on the floor. "What kind?"

—ASE715