What if it was the opposite? Rewrite

We can do this part 3

Steve was jumping down from a building with the scepter.

"Cap–" Peter said and Steve turned around to see Tony and Scott sitting in a broken car. "We got a problem."

"Huh. Yeah, we do." Scott said.

"Well, what are we gonna do now?" Steve asked.

"You know what? Give me a break, Steve. I just got hit in the head with the Hulk." Peter said.

"You said that we had one shot. This– this was our shot. We shot it. It's shot. Six stones or nothing. Six stones or nothing–" Scott said.

"You're repeating yourself, you know that? You're repeating yourself."

"You're repeating yourself. You're repeating yourself. You know– No."

"Dude, come on."

"You never wanted a time heist, you went on board with the time heist–"

"I dropped the ball."

"You ruined the time heist."

"Is that what I did?"

"Yeah!"

"Are there any other options with the Tesseract?" Steve asked.

"No, no, no. There's no other options. There's no do-overs. We're not going anywhere else. We have one particle left. Each. That's it, alright? We use that– Bye, bye. You're not going home."

"Yeah, well if we don't try, then no one else is going home, either."

"I got it. There's another way. To retake the Tesseract and acquire new particles. We'll stroll down memory lane. Military installation, Garden State." Peter said.

"When were they both there?"

"They were there at a– I've a vaguely exact idea."

"How vague?"

"What are you talking about? Where are we going?" Scott asked.

"I know for a fact they were there–" Peter said.

"Who's they? What are we doing?"

"And I know how I know."

"Guys, what's up? What is it?"

"Well, it looks like we're improvising."

"Right. What are we improvising?"

"Scott, get this back to the compound." Peter said. "Suit up."

"What's in New Jersey?"

"0-4,"

"0-4– -" Steve said.

"Uhh, 0-7."

"0-7. -"

"Excuse me..." Scott said.

"1-9-7-0." Peter said.

"Are you sure?" Steve asked.

"Cap. Captain. Steve, sorry, America. Rogers. Look, if you do this, and this doesn't work, you're not coming back." Scott said.

"Thanks for the pep talk, pissant." Peter said. "Do you trust me?" he asked Steve.

"I do." Steve said.

"Your call."

"Here we go."

A few seconds later Steve and Tony were in New Jersey, 1970.

"Hey, man! Make love, not war!" Stan Lee said driving past them.

"Clearly, you weren't actually born here, right?" Peter said.

"The idea of me was." Steve said.

"Right. Well, imagine you're SHIELD, running a quasi-fascistic intelligence organization. Where do you hide it?"

"In plain sight." Steve said and they were in an elevator with a lady.

"Good luck on your mission, Captain." Peter said leaving the elevator.

"Good luck on your project, doctor." Steve said waiting for another floor.

"You're new here?" the elevator lady said.

"Not exactly."

Meanwhile Peter was in a lab area looking for the tesseract.

"Gotcha. Back in the game." he said grabbing Tesseract.

"Arnim, you in there? Arnim? Hey! Door's this way, pal." Howard said.

"Oh, yeah."

"I'm looking for Dr. Zola. Have you seen him?

"Yeah, no, Dr. Zol– No, I haven't seen a soul." Peter said and awkwardly bumped into a chair. "Pardon me."

"Do I know you?"

"No, sir. I'm a– a visitor from MIT."

"Huh. MIT. Got a name?"

"Uh– Howard."

"Well, that'll be easy to remember."

"Howard– Potts."

"Well, I'm Howard Stark." Howard said and held out a hand to shake.

"Hi." Peter said and held Howard's finger.

"Shake it, don't pull it."

"Yeah–"

"You look a little green around the gills there, Potts."

"I'm fine. Just, long hours."

"Wanna get some air? Hello, Potts."

"Yeah. That would be swell."

"That way."

"Okay."

"Need your briefcase?" Howard asked and Peter grabbed the case. "You're not one of those beatniks, are ya, Potts?"