They all got in contact with Bruce and are at a diner with the new Professor Hulk.

"Come on, I feel like I'm the only one eating here." Bruce says as he has a entire plate of eggs, bacon and breakfast sausages in front of him.

"Okay, I'm so confused." Scott says.

"These are confusing times." Bruce replies.

"No, no. That's not what I meant." Scott stutters.

"No, I get it I'm kidding. It's crazy. I'm wearing shirts now." Bruce says.

"Yeah. But...how? Why?" Scott asks confused.

"Five years ago, we got our asses beat. Except it was worse on me, 'cause I lost twice. First Hulk lost, then Banner lost, then we all lost." Bruce explained.

"No one blamed you, Bruce." Natasha said.

"I did." Bruce states. "For years, I've been trying to get rid of the Hulk like he was some kind of disease, but then I started looking at him like the cure. 18 months in the gamma lab and now look at me. I've got brains and brawns. Best of both worlds." He finished explaining.

After that, a group of kids asked for a picture with him, and Scott asked if they wanted a picture with him, and they didn't know who he was and he gave up.

"Bruce. About what we were saying." Steve asked, regarding the time heist.

"The whole time travel do-over?" Bruce asked. "It's outside my area of expertise." He explained.

"Well, you were able to pull this off. I remember when that was a impossible thing to do." Natasha reminds him.

-

Back at the lake house, Tony volunteered to do the dishes as he starts putting them away and a picture catches his eye. He takes a look at it and he sees it's a picture of him and Peter getting a Stark Industries internship. Him and Peter playing the part of heroes pretending to be nobody's. The child who risked his life to keep Tony safe and the entire world.

And in the end, he died trying to save it.

After he finishes, he goes to his lab he has in the basement to see if he can do something to help.

"I've got a mild inspiration. I'd like to see if it checks out." Tony says as Friday's running some simulations. "I'd like to get one last one done before calling it a night." He says. "This time in the shape of a Möbius strip, inverted, please."

"Processing." Friday says as she gets to work.

"Right, give me the eigenvalue of that particle factoring in spectral decomp." He says.

"Just a moment." Friday responds and gets to work.

"And don't worry if it doesn't work, I'll be fine with it." He says and takes a final bite out of an orange.

"Model successful." Friday responds and Tony sees that it actually works and he falls on his seat and looks in shock.

"Shit." He says, happy nobody heard him.

"Shit." Someone said behind him. He turns and sees Morgan on the stairs in her pajamas.

"What are you doing up, you little miss?" He asked her.

"Shit." She says.

"No, no. We don't say that, only mommy says that." Tony wants her.

"Why are you up?" She asked him.

"Because I've got some important shit going on here!" He answers and she gives him a confused look. "What do you think? No, I got something on my mind."

"Was it juice Pops?" She asked and he just smiles at his daughter.

"You know what? Yes. Great minds think alike. That is exactly what was on my...mind." He says and they go for juice pops.

-

Eating juice pops in with Morgan in her room was a famous pastime, one that Pepper could never know about, even though she already knew. Morgan was in bed, chopping away; Tony was knelt on the floor, waiting for her to finish. She held it out towards him, it had about one bite left.

"You done?" He took it off her, she nodded in response; he quickly ate the last bit, "Now, you are." He pulled his sleeves over his hands, "Here, wipe." He used the corners to wipe away the juice from her cheek, "Good." He placed his hand over her face, and pushed her back. "That face goes there." He pulled it away once she was laid down.

"Tell me a story." Morgan asks of him.

"A story? Once upon a time l Maguna went to bed. The end." Tony says.

"That is a horrible story." Morgan states.

"Come on, that's your favorite story. Love you tons." Tony says as he pecks her head.

I love you three-thousand!" Morgan proclaimed, stretching out her arms as she grinned.

"Wow." He placed the juice pop stick in his mouth as he headed to the door, "Three-thousand. That's crazy." He walked onto the landing and slowly closed the door. "Go to bed. Or I'll sell all your toys!" He warned her, "Night, night."

Tony bounced back downstairs with a skip in his step, he skidded to a halt by the couch, hovering over Pepper who was distracted by a book.

"Not that it's a competition..." He started, catching her attention, "But, she loves me three-thousand."

Pepper raised her eyebrows, "Does she now?"

"You were somewhere on the low six to nine hundred range," Tony commented, Pepper laughed before turning her attention back to her book.

Tony looked back over at the model for the time machine, "What are you reading?" He asked, absent-mindedly, as he stared forward.

"Oh, it's just a book on composting."

Tony gritted his teeth, trying to think of the best way to address this, "What's new with composting?"

"Interesting science--" She started, at the same time, Tony cut in with.

"I figured it out."

Pepper looked up at him, with a creased forehead, "--By the way." He finished as he took Morgan's juice pop stick out of his mouth.

"You know..." Pepper leaned her chin on her hand, "Just so we're talking about the same thing-"

"Time travel."

"What?" She closed her book and leaned forward, "Wow. That's amazing, and..." She hesitated, "Terrifying."

"That's right." Tony moved closer to the edge of the couch.

"We got really lucky." Pepper says, referring to they weren't killed in the snap.

"Yeah, we did." Tony agreed. "A lot of other people didn't." She finishes.

"Well, I can't help everyone." Tony says.

"It sounds like you can." Pepper corrects him.

"Not if I quit. Not if I stop right here, right now. I can turn it all off." Tony says.

"Tony, trying to eat you to stop...has been one of the few failures of my entire life." Pepper admits.

"Something tells me I should put it in a locked box and drop it at the bottom of the lake...and go to bed." Tony tells her.

"But would you be able to rest?" Pepper wonders.

-

New York penitentiary, Luke has done his best the past few years to get on without his friends, but life has been more difficult for him than ever.

Trying to fight street crime without a team is more difficult and got him into some trouble over time.

Let alone the accords being more strict and even when you stop criminals, they still insist you do some jail time.

But it turns out, having ties to the Avengers help get you out.

Luke was on his way out of prison with his hands still handcuffed.

"Looks like all your paper-pushing worked." The warrant tells him. "Uncuff the superstar. Get him out of my sight."

They work on which key is for his handcuffs and Luke just snaps them off.

"These belong to you." Luke says as he starts walking out with his things to see Steve Rodgers waiting for him. "You saying there's a way to bring them all home?"

"You in?" Steve asks.

"Hell, Yeah, I'm in." Luke agrees, ready to do anything to bring his friends back.