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,
Find out in 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐞→...
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Clint waits alone on the platform, wearing the time suit. Hulk/Bruce readies the Quantum console as Rocket, Uncle Rhodey, Nebula, Thor, Uncle Stevie and I look on.
"Okay, Clint. Starting in three, two, one.." Hulk/Bruce says. Clint nods over at them, determined. Suddenly, he stretches, shrinks and vanishes.
...
Uncle Stevie, Nebula, Uncle Rhodey, Scott, Thor, Rocket and I, look on seeing Clint back.
"Holy crap. We're freaking time travelers." Rocket exclaims.
I walk off to my room picking up an old photograph of Wanda, Pietro and I. Smiling sadly I walk back back to Uncle Stevie. I stand next to him on the Quantum platform.
"You have your teams and you have assignments. Get your stone, and get back here. One round trip each. No mistakes. No do-overs." I notice him gripping his shield so I rest my hand on his arm.
"Most of us are going back to places we know. That doesn't mean we know what to expect. Be careful. Look out for each other. Improvise, if you have to. This is the fight of our lives. And we're going to win. Whatever it takes." He continues.
The platform stays quiet. Rocket whispers to Scott. "He's pretty good at that.." Scott nods enthusiastically.
"All right, you heard the man. Stroke those keys, Jolly Green." Tony commands.
Hulk/Bruce taps in commands with his pencil. Lights illuminate each pad.
"Tracking beacons engaged."
Clint checks his pocket: A shrunken benatar sits inside.
"You promise to bring that thing back in one piece?" Rocket asks more like begs Clint.
"Yeah, sure thing. I'll do my best."
"That's pretty lame, as far as promises go."
Hulk steps onto the platform, completing the lineup. The platform begins to vibrate. Nat looks around.
"See you in a minute" Nat nods to the others.
"Actually, it'll be closer to seven or eight microseconds, give or-" Hulk/Bruce corrects.
Suddenly, we stretch and vanish, shrinking away. The Quantum console stops vibrating. Hulk's pencil slowly rolls toward the edge.. and drops off.
