[𝟭.𝟮] 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐑𝐄 ➣ {𝕛•𝕓•𝕓} ❘ [𝖆𝖔𝖚-𝖊𝖌 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 ]

𝟱𝟬┊❛ [𝗠𝗶𝘀𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗧𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗧𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗹] ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

- ', [𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟥] ꒱ ↷🖇

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

Y/N was seated on the couch, twirling a bottle of champagne in her hand and stared into nothing as the conversation she had with Nat, Steve, and Scott the previous day played back on her mind. "Now we have a chance undo our mistakes and fix it. To get everything back. To bring everyone back."

Of course Y/N wanted to bring everyone back. But she didn't know if she could take another failure. Another heartbreak. Losing them again. Losing herself again. She leaned back on the couch and stared at the ceiling.

"Whoever's dating that killing machine," Sam told Nat as he piloted the Quinjet to their hiding spot, "May God help that person."

"You know very well that I'm dating him, dipshit," Y/N rolled her eyes from her seat behind him.

"My condolences," he spun on his seat and deadpanned sincerely, making Nat facepalm.

Smiling at the memory, she stood up from the couch and walked towards the kitchen, but stopped in her tracks as a dark green jacket draped over a chair caught her eyes.

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✪ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

📍AVENGERS COMPOUND

"Okay, here we go," said Bruce, "Time travel test number one. Scott, fire up the, uh, van thing." Scott walked towards the minivan and pulled the rears doors open, powering up the Quantum tunnel.

"Breakers are set," Steve announced as he walked down the hallway towards Nat and Bruce by the controls, "Emergency generators are on standby."

"Good, because if we blow the grid, I don't wanna lose, uh, Tiny here in 1950s," he jerked a thumb at Scott who was about to slip on his helmet.

"Excuse me?" he questioned.

"He's kidding," Natasha assured, eyes on the tablet in her hand, "You can't say things like that," she glanced up at him.

"It was just a bad joke," Bruce stammered.

"You were kidding, right?" she asked lowly as Scott walked to the van in a serene manner.

"I have no idea," he hissed at her, "We're talking about time travel here. Either it's all a joke or none of it is," he looked up at Scott and put up a bright smile with thumbs up, "We're good. Get your helmet on."

Scott did as he was instructed and Bruce continued, "Scott, I'm gonna send you back a week, let you walk around an hour, then bring you back in 10 seconds. Makes sense?"

"Perfectly not confusing," he waved a hand with a doubtful smile.

"Good luck, Scott," Steve said firmly, "You got this."

"You're right," he nodded with a large grin, nearly tearing up because Captain America had given him a compliment, " I do, Captain America." An orange abyss sprung out of the van and swallowed him up into itself forcefully.

"On the count of three. 3, 2," Bruce prepared to turn on the switch, "1," he pushed down the button and looked up.

The machine whirred and released a teenager in Scott's suit, "Guys?" the boy stuttered, "This doesn't feel right."

"What is this?" Steve blinked and turned to Bruce who started operating the controls hastily, "What's going on?"

"Who is that?" Natasha frowned.

"Hold on," Bruce mumbled.

"Is that Scott?" she turned to the men.

"Yes, it's Scott!" the teen snapped. He was shot back into the van and Bruce ducked under the controls to make a few adjustments.

"What's going on, Bruce?" Steve started to get nervous.

The three snapped their eyes up another figure popped out of the portal, "Ow! my back!" an elderly version of Scott said sharply, placing a hand on his hip.

"What is this?" Panic set within Steve.

"Hold on a second," Bruce adjusted his glasses and focused on typing a few commands to bring Scott back, "Could I get a little space here?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," he stepped away hastily, "Can you bring him back?"

"I'm working on it!" Bruce flipped another switch and the elderly version of Scott was sucked back in. This time the machine threw out a two-feet tall version of Scott.

"It's a baby," Steve remarked.

"It's Scott," Bruce corrected.

"As a baby!"

"He'll grow."

"Bring Scott back!"

"When I say kill the power, kill the power."

"Oh my god," Natasha mumbled under her breath and walked towards the lever by the main controls.

"And," Bruce typed a few buttons, "Kill it!"

Nat yanked the lever back and Bruce punched a button; the machine powered down and Scott appeared out of it in his present 40-year-old form.

"Somebody peed my pants," Scott stated aloud, breathing heavily from the strenuous trauma he was put through.

"Oh thank god," Natasha let out a breath she didn't know she was holding and placed a hand on her chest.

"But I don't know if it was 'baby' me or 'old' me," he paused, "Or just 'me' me."

"Time travel!" Bruce held his arms out at his side and announced proudly. Steve shook his head in exasperation and started to walk away towards the door. "What?" he frowned at him, "I see this as an absolute win."

"You pushed time through him, instead of pushing him through time."

Natasha turned around and saw Y/N standing behind her with raised eyebrows and hands in the pocket of her jacket. "You're here," she smiled at her.

"Yeah," she shrugged, "Besides, it's not like I have anything else better to do," she gave a quick smile that didn't reach her eyes. The former assassin didn't hesitate to pull her into a hug, resting her chin on her shoulder, "I'm glad you're here."

When she pulled back, Y/N did a double take at Bruce by the controls, "What the hell happened to you?"

Bruce scratched his head sheepishly, "Good to see you too, Y/N."

"Hey Jack," Y/N looked past Natasha at Scott who was standing awkwardly with his legs apart and hands held at his side.

"Hi Y/N," he turned his head towards her and beamed, "I might give you a hug too, but I'm trying to figure out which 'me' peed my pants."

"You still have my jacket?" Natasha arched an eyebrow as Y/N grimaced at him.

"It's kinda my favourite," she looked down at it, "Why, do you want it back?" she smirked slightly.

"Nah, it's okay," Natasha looped her arm through her's with a grin, "I have a vest. It has a lot of pockets."

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✪ ⋅.} ────── ⊰