𝗙𝗘𝗢𝗗𝗢𝗥𝗔 𝗠𝗔𝗫𝗜𝗠𝗢𝗙𝗙 has to deal with grief for everything she loves and cares for. But what will happen when she gets the chance to go back in time to attempt to stop the chaos but then she makes a big mistake,
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Walking back into the compound, I see Nat and Uncle Stevie look at the CCTV Display. It displays Scott Lang?
"Hello? Is anyone home? This is, uh, Scott Lang? We met a few years ago. At the airport?" He says.
"This an old message?" Uncle Stevie asks.
"It's the front gate," Nat gasps.
"Wait where is everyone?" I ask, confused.
"They went to space," Nat replies.
In the workshop Scott paces, mumbling to himself.
"Scott, are you okay?" I ask concerned.
"What? Yes" He turns to us. "Have either of you guys ever studied quantum physics?"
"Only to make conversation" Me and Nat comment at the same time. Uncle Stevie turns to us and we shrug.
"Well, five years ago, just before this Thanos guy...I went into a place called the Quantum Realm. It's like its own microscopic universe. You can only get there if you're incredibly small. Hope, she's my...she was supposed to pull me out. But then Thanos happened. And I was stuck in there." Scott continues.
"I'm sorry. It must've been a long five years" Nat says.
"Okay, but that's the thing. It wasn't. For me, it was only five hours. The rules in the Quantum Realm aren't like out here. They're completely unpredictable. Is anybody gonna eat that sandwich?" Scott's excited now.
"Scott, what are you talking about?" I ask.
"Time works differently in the Quantum Realm" He starts.
Me, Nat and Uncle Stevie all share a look.
"Problem is, right now, it's chaos, there's no way to navigate it. But what if we could figure out a way to enter the Quantum Realm at a certain point in time...and come out in another. Like, before Thanos.." Scott continues.
"Wait...wait. Scott. Are you talking about a time machine?" Uncle Stevie asks.
"No, not a machine. More like a... Yeah, like a time machine. I know it sounds crazy..."
"Scott, I get emails from a raccoon. Nothing's crazy anymore." Nat replies.
