What if it was the opposite? Rewrite 2

Chapter 43

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?"

Meanwhile a younger Hank Pym was in his laboratory.

"Hello. Dr. Pym?" current Steve said.

"That would be the number that you called. Yes." Hank said.

"This is Captain Stevens from shipping. We have a package for you."

"Bring it up."

"Well, that's the thing, sir. We can't."

"I'm confused. I thought that was your job."

"Well, it's just– Sir, the box is glowing and, to be honest, some of our mail guys aren't feeling that great."

"They didn't open it, did they?"

"Yeah, they did. You better get down here."

A few minutes later Hank was running down a hallway.

"Excuse me! Out of the way!" he said.

Back to Howard and Peter.

"So, flowers and sauerkraut. You got a big date tonight?" Peter said.

"My wife's expecting. And, uh– Too much time in the office." Howard said.

"Congratulations."

"Thanks. Hold this, will you?"

"Yeah, sure. How far along is she?"

"I don't know– Uh– She's at the point where she can't stand the sound of my chewing. I guess I'll be eating dinner in the pantry again."

"I have a little girl."

"A girl would be nice. Less of a chance she'd turn out exactly like me."

"What'd be so awful about that?"

"Let's just say that the greater good has rarely outweighed my own self-interests."

Meanwhile the elevator lady was talking to security guards about Peter and Steve looking fishy.

"And you've never seen these two men before?" the security officer said.

"No, I've got an eye for this. The two of them looked fishy." the elevator lady said.

"Can you describe them?"

"Well, one of them had a hippie beard."

"Hippie? Like Bee Gees or Mungo Jerry?"

"Definitely Mungo Jerry."

"Yeah, this is Chesler. I need every available MPs on sub-level 6. We have a potential breach.

Then Steve walked into a room. Feeling safe, he suddenly saw a picture of himself surprised to see his love Margret Carter.

Meanwhile Peter and Howard were still talking to each other.

"So, where are you at with names?" Peter asked.

"Well, if it's a boy, my wife likes Elmonzo." Howard said.

"Huh, Might wanna let that stew awhile. You got time."

"Let me ask you a question. When your kid was born– were you nervous?"

"A little."

"Did you feel qualified? Like you had any idea how to successfully operate that thing?"

"Yeah, I thought about what my uncle did, and–"

"My old man, he never met a problem he couldn't solve with a belt."

"I never really knew my dad. And now, looking back, I just remember the good stuff with my uncle, you know. He did drop the odd pearl."

"Yeah? Like what?"

"No amount of money ever bought a second of time."

"Smart guy."

"He did his best."

"Let me tell you. That kid's not even here yet, and there's nothing I wouldn't do for him. Good to meet you, Potts."

"Yeah, Howard– Everything's gonna be all right. Thank you– for everything– you've done for this country."

"Jarvis, have we ever met that guy?"

"You meet a lot of people, sir." Jarvis said.