Gunpowder and Satin ; BW

5.9

We all watched with nerves as Clint stepped on the platform, his leg bouncing up and down feverishly before Banner flipped the switch and sent him back in time. Clint looked different, more seasoned than when I last saw him. Nat said that his amily was snapped out of existance and he couldn't understand why. So he resorted to killing off people who were targets of SHEILDS.

Banner flipped the switch again and Clint came back, much to our relief. Nat rushed over to him and asked if he was okay.

"It works!" Clint beamed, holding out one of his kids baseball gloves, "It actually works."

"Okay, so the "how" works. Now we gotta figure out the when and the where. Almost all of us has had an encounter with at least one of the six Infinity Stones." Steve said. pointing towards the different colored stones on the board.

"Well I'd substitute the word encounter for damn well near been killed by one of the six Infinity Stones." Tony huffed.

"Mhmm, I think I would agree." I hummed.

"I haven't, I don't even know what the hell you're all talking about." Scott beamed causing me to snort.

"Regardless, we only have enough Pym Particles for one round trip each, and these stones have been in a lot of different places throughout history." Bruce said.

"Our history. So, not a lot of convenient spots to just drop in." Tony took a sip of his scotch.

"Which means we have to pick our targets." Clint said, while I watched my fiancé open up her notebook in her lap.

"Let's start with the Aether. Thor, what do you know?" Steve asked the god, who, well, looked less like the Viking image you got when you searched him on the internet. No hate to him, I rather enjoyed chubby Thor. He was a little more emotional but I guess I couldn't complain.

"Is he asleep?" Natasha asked me, all eyes staring at the god slumped in the corner with a beer in his hand and sunglasses on his face.

I shook my head, "No, I'm pretty sure he's dead."

I shot a web at Thor's chest, his body jumping into the air as he woke up. Thor sent me a smile, pushing off his chair and walking to the board.

"Where to start? Umm... The Aether, first, is not a stone, someone called it a stone before. It's more of a... an angry sludge thing, so... someone's gonna need to amend that. Here's an interesting story though, many years ago... My grandfather had to hide the stones from the Dark Elves..." He began to wiggle his finger, trying to imitate a spooky ghost, "Wooooh, scary beings. So Jane, Oh, there she is. That's Jane... She's... an old flame of mine... She... she stuck her hand inside a rock this one time... and then the Aether stuck itself inside her... And, she became very, very sick. So I had to take her to Asgard, which is where I'm from. And we had to try and fix her. We were dating at the time, you see. I got to introduce her to my Mother... who's dead," His face fell, looking broken and on the verge of tears, "and oh you know, Jane and I aren't even dating anymore, these things happen though you know, nothing last forever. The only thing permanent in life is impermanence."

Tony pushed Thor back to his seat, all of us covering our faces in our hands to hide the embarrassment we all felt.

"Awesome. Eggs? Breakfast?" Tony asked.

"I'd like a Bloody Mary, thank you." Thor replied with a boyish grin.

"You and me both." I blew out.

"I'm going to order food. This is going to be a long night." Tony ran his hands down his face.

Food got here fast enough, apparently the name Tony Stark still meant something. I'm kidding, I'm kidding. When the Chinese food got here we all began digging in, Rocket up at the board explaining his story.