Time Changer

Chapter 11 (4/4): Home

Day 9

Just wanna say... I'm taking a break with this story after this chapter, to get caught up with the others, so that they aren't far behind, but I am not giving up on this story yet!!

Also, I am making a chapter (later on) related towards Infinity War, finishing the book

Adams could barely keep up, he realized.

The man had lost weight through the time travel, and he noticed that, to, but he still couldn't keep up with how fast they were running through the halls.

His cravat felt heavy upon his shoulders, his over coat rushed behind him in the wind.

Even Franklin was keeping up with them, and Jefferson, Madison, and even Hamilton of all people were there, and they all looked different, and he heard a shot go through his ears, before they all just kept running, not looking back.

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It wasn't long until they ran into somebody.

And by that, Jefferson means he ran straight into the Maximoff boy, falling straight on his ass and the people behind him backing up in a hurry.

Jefferson rubbed the back of his neck, looking up to Pietro and glaring.

"Pietro, frère!" Max shouted, grabbing his hands and pulling him up, then proceeding to envelop him in a hug. (Pietro, brother)

He patted her back, coughing slightly, "It is great to see you too, but, Ja ne mogu dyshat'..." Max let him go, smiling at him slightly. (I can't breathe)

Tony clapped his hands, "This reunion is great and all, but can we get this show on the road before those guys find out we're over here?"

Max nodded, Clint running towards them. Pietro noticed him, then faded out, appearing next to him.

"Couldn't keep up old man?" he teased, resting his elbow on Barton's shoulder.

He huffed, shrugging his arm off and shrugging his quiver, walking off towards where the entrance possibly was.

He turned back to his staring comrades, "Well?" he motioned to come with him, Pietro shrugging and zooming towards his possible-love-interest-that-everyone-ships.

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Natasha looked with a raised brow when Max looked over at her, watching as there was a heavy silence settled over the group, especially for Jefferson, finding out that one of his lovers and friends were here, in this time, and then getting Adams shot. To be fair, it wasn't his fault, but he will blame himself for it.

She nodded her head towards the other five delicates, that were currently either whispering each other or- from Franklin's example- asleep.

She shrugged.

Jason was at her side, resting his head with half lidded eyes on her shoulder, obviously zoned out, probably thinking of how that had become their lives from that first time they met in sixth grade.

Bruce was at her side fidgeting, a side affect of ADHD, as him, Max, and Pietro like to put it- all three having the same problem.

Tony and Steve were in the cockpit, doing who-the-hell knows what.

Clint and Pietro were nowhere to be found, but she didn't really care right now.

Vision and Wanda were with Adams, trying to get the bullet out of his side.

And now- ah!- they were home- Avengers Tower- their home, and they were together again, for once, and Max seemed to be smiling with her boyfriend in her lap, since he was actually ok.

And they were okay, for now.

Well, she decided once the ramp was being lowered to the walk of the tower, at least we have today to enjoy are company.

So I am taking a break, but I am also putting Peter Parker and his team (from Ultimate Spider-man originally from Disney XD) with Max, Jason, and some other OC's plus extra stuff with these dorks