- Billie Eilish, when the party’s over
Steve jumps down from the building in New York, having just defeated the 2012 version of himself.
“Cap-” He turns around to see Tony and Scott sitting on a broken car. “Sorry, buddy. We got a...problem.”
“Huh. Yeah, we do.”
“Well,” Steve starts. “What are we gonna do now?”
“You know what?” Tony spits. “Give me a break, Steve. I just got hit in the head with the Hulk.”
“You said that we had one shot,” Scott argues, pissed. “This...this was our shot. We shot it. It’s shot. Six stones or nothing. Six stones or nothing-”
“You’re repeating yourself, you know that? You’re repeating yourself.”
“You’re repeating yourself. You’re repeating yourself. You know-no.”
“Dude, come on.”
“You never wanted a time heist. You went on board with the time heist-”
“I dropped the ball.”
“You ruined the time heist.”
“Is that what I did?”
“Yeah!”
“Are there any other options with the Tesseract?” Steve asks.
“No, no, no. There’s no other options. There’s no do-overs. We’re not going anywhere else. We have one particle left. Each. That’s it, alright? We use that - bye bye. You’re not going home.”
“Yeah, well if we don’t try, then no one else is going home, either.”
“I got it,” Tony exclaims. “There’s another way. To retake the Tesseract and acquire new particles. We’ll stroll down memory lane. Military installation, Garden State.”
“When were they both there?”
“They were there at a...I’ve got a vaguely exact idea.”
“How vague?”
“What are you talking about?” Scott interrupts. “Where are we going?”
Tony ignores him and keeps talking. “I know for a fact they were there…”
“Who’s they? What are we doing?”
“And I know how I know.”
“Guys, what’s up? What is it?”
“Well, it looks like we’re improvising.”
“Right. What are we improvising?”
“Scott, get this back to the compound.” He hands Scott the case holding the scepter, then turns to Steve. “Suit up. 0-4.”
“0-4,” Steve repeats.
“Uhh, 0-7.”
“0-7.”
“Excuse me…” Scott tries to get their attention.
“1-9-7-0.”
“Are you sure?” Steve questions.
Scott interrupts again. “Cap. Captain. Steve, sorry, America. Rogers. Look, if you do this, and this doesn’t work, you’re not coming back.”
Tony glares at him. “Thanks for the pep talk, pissant.” He turns his attention to Steve again. “Do you trust me?”
“I do.”
“Your call.”
“Here we go.”
--
Tony and Steve appear in New Jersey in 1970, on the 7th of April.
“Clearly, you weren’t actually born here, right?”
“The idea of me was.”
“Right. Well, imagine you’re S.H.I.E.L.D., running a quasi-fascistic intelligence organisation. Where do you hide it?”
“In plain sight.”
--
The pair stands in an elevator with a lady, wearing stolen disguises.
Tony leaves the elevator. “Good luck on your mission, Captain.”
Steve waits for another floor. “Good luck on your project, doctor.”
“You’re new here?” The lady asks.
“Not exactly.”
--
Tony searches in a lab area, trying to find the Tesseract. He finds it and grabs it. “Gotcha. Back in the game.”
A man’s voice cuts through the silence. “Arnim, you in there? Arnim? Hey! Door’s this way, pal.”
“Oh, yeah.”
“I’m looking for Dr Zola. Have you seen him?”
“Yeah, no, Dr Zol - no. I haven’t seen a soul.” He awkwardly bumps into the chair. “Pardon me.”
“Do I know you?”
“No, sir. I’m a…a visitor from MIT.”
“Huh. MIT. Got a name?”
“Uhh...Howard.”
“Well, that’s easy to remember.”
“Howard...Potts.”
“Well, I’m Howard Stark.” He holds his hand out for Tony to shake.
“Hi.” He awkwardly holds his dad’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?”
“Yeah. That would be swell.”
“You’re not one of those beatniks, are ya, Potts?”
--
A young Hank Pym stands in his lab. The phone rings, and he answers it.
“Hello. Dr Pym?”
“That would be the number that you called. Yes.”
“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.”
Hank begins to run down the hallway. “Excuse me! Out of the way!”
--
In the Sanctuary ll, Neb and Nebula are fighting.
“You’re weak,” Neb insults.
“I’m you.”
Neb throws a punch at Nebula, and Mora walks into the room. Nebula looks at her.
“You can stop this. You know you want to. Did you see what happens in the future? Thanos finds the Soul Stone. You wanna know how he does that? You wanna know what he does to you?”
“That’s enough,” Neb hisses, kicking Nebula to the wall and pulling out her electric knife. “You disgust me. But that doesn’t mean you’re useless.”
Neb steals the golden plate from the side of Nebula’s face and wears it herself. She then walks up to Thanos and gives him a Pym Particle. “How do I look?”
--
Nat and Clint arrive on Vormir, getting out of the Benatar.
“Wow...under different circumstances, this would be totally awesome,” Clint says.
The pair start walking towards the mountain and begin climbing it.
“I bet the raccoon didn’t have to climb a mountain,” Nat complains.
“Technically, he’s not a raccoon, you know.”
“Whatever. He eats garbage.”
“Welcome,” A voice booms, and both Clint and Nat draw their weapons. “Natasha, daughter of Ivan. Clint, son of Edith.”
“Who are you?” Nat asks.
“Consider me a guide. To you, and to all who see the Soul Stone.”
“Oh, good. You tell us where it is. Then we’ll be on our way.”
“Ah, liebchen...if only it were that easy.” The Stonekeeper leads the pair to a cliff. “What you seek lies in front of you...as does what you fear.”
“The stone is down there.”
“For one of you. For the other...in order to take the stone, you must lose that which you love. An everlasting exchange. A soul for a soul.”
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