Everly chewed the inside of her lip nervously and tapped her foot against the tile floor.
"Okay, here we go. Time travel test number one." Bruce declared, his voice echoing through the relatively empty Avengers facility. Her gaze fell to the brown van parked before the bright backdrop of sprawling windows. "Scott, fire up... the, uh, van thing." He added. They watched as Lang, already suited up, swung open the rusty doors to reveal a rectangular-cone-shaped machine. The large device whirred to life, bright orange lights illuminating the inside.
"Breakers are set." Steve said as he started toward them from across the expansive room. "Emergency generators are on standby."
"Good, because if we blow the grid," Bruce lowered his voice, though he pointed his thumb over his shoulder to Scott who was readying himself. "I don't want to lose, uh, Tiny here in the 1950s." Everly cringed and glanced at Steve as he passed, stopping on Banner's opposite side.
"Excuse me?" Scott blinked a few times, his gaze flicking between each of them.
"He's kidding." Nat faked a smile, peeking over at Bruce from the tablet in her hands. "You can't say things like that."
"It was a bad joke." He stammered. Scott nodded slowly and turned back to the van.
"You were kidding right?" Everly whispered. Banner whipped around, panic swimming through his features.
"I have no idea. We're talking about time travel here. Either it's all a joke, or none of it is." He looked back up at Scott and a smile spread across his face as he jutted a thumb in the air. "We're good!" He called. "Get your helmet on." Everly's nerves only grew worse with every passing second and she felt as though she had to vomit. This could go wrong on so many levels. "Scott, I'm gonna send you back a week... let you walk around for an hour, then bring you back in 10 seconds. Make sense?"
"Perfectly not confusing." He shrugged.
"Good luck, Scott." Steve added. A grin lit up Lang's face. "You got this."
"You're right. I do, Captain America." He nodded. Within seconds, he'd disappeared and Everly's stomach dropped. A part of her didn't even want to watch. Banner's hands hovered over the many control panels spread out before him, his expression suddenly growing serious.
"On a count of three..." He shouted. Everly shifted her weight anxiously from hip to hip. "Three, two, one."
After pressing a few buttons and flipping a lever, the machine whirred to life once more and Scott appeared before them. Everly's eyes grew wide and her mouth fell open at the little boy before them. His suit was far too baggy and he looked down at himself in confusion.
"Uh... Guys? This doesn't feel right." The boy hurried. Everly peered over at Banner as his eyes frantically searched his controls.
"What is this?" Steve asked in confusion.
"What's going on?" Everly pressed.
"Hold on." Bruce breathed. Natasha looked between the 'genius' and the boy oddly.
"Who is that? Is that Scott?"
"Yes it's Scott!" Lang shot back. Within the blink of an eye, he disappeared again as Banner continued messing with all the switches.
"What's going on, Bruce?" Steve asked again, his brow creased with worry. Another figure appeared before them, this one slightly hunched over, his hair gray.
"Oh, my back!" He groaned.
"What is this?"
"Hold on a second." Banner hummed as he side-stepped toward Steve. "Can I get a little space here?"
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Everly || Steve Rogers
Fanfiction"Though I may cry a river, I will not drown in it." In which she needed a hero, so she became one. "She loved him too early, and he loved her too late." #1 in "thefirstavenger" as of 1/24/20 #1 in "buckybarnes" as of 5/4/20 #1 in "captainamericathef...
