Avengers Endgame Junior Novel ✔

CHAPTER THREE

STARK ECO-COMPOUND, UPSTATE NEW YORK

The sunlight shimmered over the lake. The Stark compound was surrounded by trees and bushes. An alpaca was roaming freely around the house.

Pepper was in the kitchen making lunch when Tony walked in. "Why are you using these goji? What happened to ours?" He asked his wife, who was chopping some fruits and vegetables.

"Your alpaca ate all our goji." Pepper replied, smiling.

"Gerald is our alpaca," Tony said.

"He's not my alpaca if he eats my goji," She laughed. "Go tell Madam Secretary that lunch will be ready in five"

Tony chuckled and walked out into the landscape behind his house. There was a petite pink tent and a small tea party set surrounded by stuffed animals. "Maguna," He called, walking towards the tent. "Morgan H. Stark, want some lunch?" He sat on one of the little chairs uncomfortably. A little four-year-old girl stepped out of her play tent, wearing the purple-blue Rescue helmet and a toy repulser, which she was pointing at Tony, "Define lunch or be disintegrated." She said.

"Whoa," He put his hands up in mock surrender. "You should not be wearing that," Tony said, taking the helmet gently off of his daughter's head, and pushing the brown strands of hair out of her face. "It's part of a special anniversary gift I'm making for Mom," Morgan giggled at her dad. "Where did you find this?"

"The garage." She said.

"Were you looking for it?"

"No, but I found it though,"

Tony picked her up and started walking towards the house. "You like going into the garage? So does Daddy. It's all right, Mommy never wears anything I buy her."

As Tony was about to step into the porch, he suddenly stopped. In the driveway, Steve, Natasha, and Scott stepped out of a black Audi. The Three former Avengers exchanged a look. Tony and Natasha locked eyes, and he simply gave her a small nod.

***

The three guests sat on the porch as Tony served them some juice. "I just want to thank you, folks, for dropping by. It's not every day one gets to contemplate biting it on an inter-dimensional timescape," He said as he took a seat on one of the chairs.

"You've got some objections to the plan," Natasha said.

"So you're calling it a plan. To me, it sounds like an exotic suicide method. Not to mention, it's impossible." He said, clearly against their plan.

"Tony, after what you've seen, is anything impossible?" Steve asked.

Tony leaned forward, "Quantum fluctuation kinda messes with the Planck Scale, which then triggers the Deutsch Proposition, can we agree on that?"

Scott stayed silent, not knowing what to say. "In layman's terms, it means you can cancel your Netflix subscription because you're not coming home," Tony continued.

"I did," Scott told him.

"No, you accidentally survived, it's a billion-to-one cosmic fluke. And now you want to pull a- what are you calling it?"

"A...time heist," Scott realized that the name sounded stupid.

"Oh, of course, a time heist. Why didn't we think of that earlier? right, because it's a pipe dream."

"Tony," Steve interfered. "The stones exist in the past. We could get them and bring them here."

"We could snap our fingers, we could bring everyone back."