Pepper is chopping tomatoes in the open kitchen, sunlight permeating the room enough that the lights inside aren't turned on. Tony is attempting to help her, a towel draped over his shoulder, and he squints at the long, red berries in a bowl he just got from the fridge.

"Are those our gojis?" he asks, referring to the berries they grow in the garden outside. They grow a lot of fresh foods out there, enough for their little family and a bit extra for the occasional guest (aka Happy and Rhodey) and some storage.

Pepper continues chopping as she answers Tony's question. "They are not."

Tony's brows furrow. "What's wrong with ours?"

A small hint of amusement and a large hint of accusation in her voice, Pepper looks up at Tony and answers, "Your alpaca ate them all."

"Oh," Tony says.

"All of them."

He laughs, says, "What a glowing endorsement," then sets the berries down on the table next to her. "First of all, Gerald is our alpaca."

Pepper can't help but laugh too, especially at the name Morgan picked out. "He's not my alpaca if he's eating my gojis."

"Okay," Tony concedes, grabbing a handful of the berries and reaching over to sprinkle it in the bowl of lettuce next to Pepper. "They're gonna be nice in the salad, though, right?"

Pepper quickly shoves his hand away. "No, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't! Could you just put it down?" Half exasperated, half amused, she says, "Get out of my kitchen."

Tony turns, dropping the berries back in the bowl. "Okay." He starts walking away, going to the stove, then nearly knocks the pan on top of it into the floor. "Whoops."

Pepper is now fully exasperated.

"We're good here, right?" he asks.

"Yeah, we're great," Pepper replies sarcastically. "Go tell Willful and Bossy that lunch in is five."

Tony discards the towel and opens the door. "I will collect our little dwarves posthaste."

"Yeah, well one's not so little anymore," Pepper calls.

"She is to me," Tony replies, closing the door behind him.

~~~~

Out back, past the garden and the picnic table, nestled in a small circle of thin trees, is a tent, just big enough for Morgan and Grace to fit in together, though Grace slouches a bit. But she doesn't mind.

Across from her, Morgan holds a hand out as if to blast her, the too-big, now-detachable helmet from Savior on her head. She says, "My name is Morgan Stark! You killed my father! Prepare to die!" They watched The Princess Bride last night, upon Grace's recommendation. Needless to say, Morgan really liked it.

Grace chuckled, the blue helmet from her mother's not-quite-finished suit on her own head. Morgan lunges to attack her, but Grace catches her, now full on laughing. "I hate to break it to you, Morg, but I think you've got the wrong person."

Morgan reaches out and, with some difficulty, lifts up Grace's helmet, then gasps. "Inconceivable!"

Grace's brows raise as she puts the helmet carefully off to the side. "That's a big word."

"Yeah," Morgan says, a proud smile evident in her voice. Then, her head tilts to the side. "What does it mean?"

"It means that something is absolutely, totally, completely impossible to believe."

"Oh," Morgan replies, then sliding off Grace's lap and turning her attention to the toys in the tent — a Barbie doll and a couple stuffed animals. As she plays with them, almost absently, she says, "Tell me about Peter again."

Grace smiles softly, thinking about him. "Now? Don't you want to wait for your bedtime story?"

"You can read me a different one at bedtime. Like the one about the mouse and the cookie."

"Okay, then, let me see..." Grace pretends to think. "Where to start...?"

"He got bit by a spider on a school field trip," Morgan says, helping her.

Grace chuckles. "Yes, he did. A radioactive spider." She runs her hands up and down Morgan's arms like spiders, causing her to laugh. "And the spider gave him special powers-"

"Sticky hands!" Morgan says, mimicking each power as she says them. "And super strength! And spider sense!"

"Exactly. And Peter, even though he'd lost a lot in his life, was a really good guy, and he knew he needed to use his powers to help other people. So he went out and he saved people and helped them get their stolen stuff back and walked old ladies across the street."

"And then you found him."

"I did. And I showed Dad, and we went to meet him so he that could help us in a fight, but he was secretly helping me the whole time to try to end the fight."

"But it didn't work," Morgan says matter-of-factly.

Grace grimaces. "No, not as well as I'd hoped. But, after that, when Peter got home he kept helping the little guy, and he did whatever he could to keep people safe — with Dad's help sometimes."

"And yours," Morgan reminds her, then getting excited as she continues the story herself, standing and acting it out as if she were Grace. "Like on the beach when you helped him stop the Vulture and you blasted him-"

"I don't think I-"

"-and you saved him too even though he was a bad guy-"

"Yes-"

"-and then Peter webbed him all up and you went on top of the roller coaster and he said that he loved you." She said the last part in a teasing tone, thinking it was quite funny for whatever reason. It was a detail Morgan had to press Grace to share, but, like her big sister, she could be very persuasive.

Grace leans forward, deciding to tease Morgan. "And you know what else he did?"

Morgan stops, hanging on Grace's every word. "What?"

Grace leans even closer, whispering. "He kissed me."

"Ew!" Morgan exclaims, jumping back.

"It's just like how Mom and Dad kiss," Grace says, laughing, though that was the reaction she was looking for.

Morgan shrugs. "Still nasty."

Grace shakes her head, then continues. "Well, anyway, after that, he danced with me and for a while there we were all really happy."

"And he smashed your birthday cake in your face," Morgan giggles, recalling a picture her dad had showed her that she will probably never forget for her amusing it is to her.

Grace laughs again. "Yes, he did, and he kept helping people, and then he went to space with dad to help him save the world."

Morgan's smile leaves her voice, and she gets quiet. "And then he didn't come back."

Grace shakes her head, her voice just as quiet. "No, he didn't." She quickly pushes down some tears and clears her throat. "But he had a pretty good life. And he was a pretty good guy. And a great boyfriend. And I'm very glad that I got to know him."

"I wish I got to know him too," Morgan says sadly, and Grace reaches over and pulls her into a hug.

"I do too, Morg... I do too."

Suddenly, they hear clapping, and both instantly know it's their dad, before he even says, "Chow time!"

Morgan looks at Grace and whispers, "Let's get him."

Grace smiles. "Okay. You go first."

"Maguna?" Tony says from outside, calling Morgan by his nickname for her. "Grace?" They make no reply, as Morgan is putting the blue helmet back on Grace's head. Tony cups his hands around his mouth, sitting down next to the tent. "Grace M. Stark. Morgan H. L. Stark. You want lunch?"

Morgan turns, exiting the tent with her hand raised to blast. "Define lunch or be disintegrated!"

Grace exits behind her, her hand also raised to please Morgan.

Tony's eyes widen, seeing the helmet. "Okay, you should not be wearing those. Neither of you. That is yours-" he points at Savior's helmet, though looking at Grace "-and that is part of a special anniversary gift I'm making for Mom." He reaches over to Morgan and pulls the helmet off, handing it to Grace, who trades him the blue helmet for her own.

"I wanted the purple one, but Grace needed one too," Morgan explains as Tony smooths her messy hair out.

"I'll make you a pink one — how does that sound?" he says.

Morgan grins. "Okay."

Grace's eyes widen, the thought of Morgan in her own Iron Man suit inciting immense concern and horror at the destruction she would ultimately cause. "Dad-"

"Not a full suit," Tony assures her. "Just like a-a mask. To play with."

Grace is calmed, but she shakes her head. "You're gonna go overboard."

Tony shrugs. "Then you can help me make it. Father-daughter project. It's settled." He stands. "We'll do it." Then, he reaches down and picks up Morgan with one hand, securing her on his hip. "There you go. Are you thinking about lunch? I can give you a handful of crickets on a bed of lettuce."

"No," Morgan says, making a disgusted face as the three of them head back to the house.

"That's what you want," Tony insists. He looks down at the helmet in his other hand. "How did you find this, anyway?"

"Garage," Morgan replies simply.

"Really?" Tony says suspiciously. "Were you looking for it?"

"No. I found it, though."

Tony glances at his older daughter. "So Grace didn't happen to show you where it was?"

"Nope. I got it and then I asked for hers so we could play."

Tony hums in response. "You like going to the garage, huh? So does daddy. It's fine, actually. Your mom never wears anything I buy her."

Grace laughs as they round the front of the house, and starts, "That's because you-"

But she stops herself, seeing Steve and Nat getting out of a car in the dirt driveway, along with a man she doesn't know. Tony stops next to her, confused.

"Nat?" Grace asks. "Steve?"

She walks over, hugging Steve briefly, then going to Nat. They hug, and Nat smiles too. "Hey, Grace."

Grace pulls back. "What are you guys doing here? And who is that guy?"

"That's Scott. And we need to talk to your dad about something..." Nat replies, glancing up at Tony, who hasn't moved. Grace may have been visiting the compound, but Tony's never gone with her, and neither has Morgan, though she's talked about it. She's only seen the pictures that Grace has shown her, but she recognizes Steve and Nat. They recognize her for the same reasons.

"Wow, she's gotten big," Nat says.

"Too big," Grace replies. "She'll be a teenager before we know it."

Tony sighs, setting down the girl in question. "Morgan, pumpkin, why don't you go inside and ask Mom to make you those crickets on a bed of lettuce?"

"Ew!" Morgan exclaims, laughing as she runs inside.

Tony looks at Grace and nods to the door. "Grace, you go help her. Crickets are tough."

But Grace shakes her head. "No. I want to be apart of this."

"Sweetheart-"

"Dad, I'm twenty two years old," Grace interrupts. "I may still be living with you, but there's only so much you can tell me to do. I'm staying."

He looks at her for a long moment, but he knows she's right. Pepper's right. She's not so little anymore. And she's just as much in this as some of the others.

Tony turns. "Come on. We can talk out here." He walks up the stairs and onto the porch, then peaks inside for some glasses and a pitcher of water for his unexpected guests. As he pours, they introduce the idea to him.

Time travel.

Go back in time, get the Stones, and use them to bring everyone back.

Grace doesn't even care about the logic or logistics or anything. She's filled with hope, imaging reuniting with Peter, introducing him to Morgan...

"Now, we know what it sounds like," Scott says.

Steve knows that Tony isn't quite on board with it. "Tony, after everything you've seen, is anything really impossible-?"

"Quantum fluctuation messes with the Planck Scale, which then triggers the Deutsch Proposition," Tony interrupts. "Can we agree on that?"

He hands Steve a glass, and Steve quietly says, "Thank you," as Tony continues.

"In layman's terms, it means you're not coming home." Grace's bubble begins to burst, but the other three are still trying to inflate it, keep it alive.

"I did," Scott says, referring to his five hour — at least for him — stint in the Quantum Realm.

Tony corrects him. "No, you accidentally survived. It's a billion to one cosmic fluke. And now you wanna pull off a... What do you call it?"

He already knows, but he makes Scott say it again anyway as he hands him a glass. "A time heist?"

"Yeah, a time heist. Of course, why didn't we think of this before? Oh, because it's laughable? Because it's a pipedream?"

"The Stones are in the past. We can go back and get them," Steve says.

"We can snap our own fingers," Nat adds. "We can bring everyone back."

Tony presents a different scenario. "Or screw it up worse than he already has, right?"

"I don't believe we would," Steve says.

Tony shakes his head. "Gotta say, sometimes I miss that giddy optimism. However, high hopes won't help if there's no logical, tangible way for me to safely execute said time heist." He sits in the chair behind him. "I believe the most likely outcome would be our collective demise."

"Not if we strictly follow the rules of time travel," Scott argues civilly, sitting next to Tony. "That means no talking to our past selves, no betting on sporting events-"

Tony holds out a hand, recognizing the list. "I'm gonna stop you right there, Scott. Are you seriously telling me that your plan to save the universe is based on Back To The Future?"

Scott scoffs lightly. "No."

"Good. You had me worried there. 'Cause that'd be horse crap. That's not how quantum physics works."

Nat sighs. "Tony... We have to take a stand."

"We did stand. And yet, here we are."

"I know you got a lot on the line," Scott says. "You got a wife now, two daughters-" he gestures to Grace at that - but I lost someone very important to me. A lot of people did. And now, now we have a chance to bring her back. To bring everyone back. And you're telling me that you won't even-!"

"That's right, Scott, I won't even," Tony replies, even while the thought of Peter — and May and Ned and MJ and Harley's sister and Sam, Wanda, Strange, Quill, Drax, Mantis, all of them, even Bucky Barnes — nags at the back of his mind. "I got a five year old kid."

"You got a twenty two year old kid too," Grace pipes up. Peter could be here. He could be alive. It's something she only dreamed about, a dream that left her damaged and empty and hurting years ago but now seems as though it could be reality.

Tony turns her statement around, looking at her. "Exactly. This is dangerous, and it has you trying to get involved written all over it."

"Because I'm perfectly capable of helping."

Tony shakes his head, though his heart aches for her. "Not with this. No one is. I'm sorry, sweetheart."

Then, the door opens, and Morgan walks out and climbs up in Tony's lap. "Mommy told me to come and save you."

Tony holds her. "Good job. I'm saved." He looks at the others. "I wish you'd come here to ask me something else. Anything else." He stands. "I'm honestly happy to see you guys, I just..." He won't say it, instead changes the topic slightly. "Oh, and table's set for six. I told Pep you were here."

Steve stops Tony from walking inside. "Tony, I get it. And I'm happy for you, I really am. But this is a second chance."

Tony looks at him sadly. "I got my second chance right here, Cap. I can't roll the dice on it. If you don't talk shop, you can stay for lunch." He turns and walks inside, but Grace stays, looking at the others.

"Are you?" she asks quietly.

Nat steps forward and hugs her. "Yes, Grace. We're going to do everything we can to save everyone. To save Peter..."

But Grace shakes her head. "No, I meant... are you staying for lunch?"

Her dad wouldn't help. He made that clear. And, anyway, he was right. What if, somehow, they lost Morgan? What would she do? It would kill her, the rest of her family. The same way Grace herself dying would. They couldn't risk something like that. And she didn't even want to think about how it would feel to lose her father.

Nat sighs, pulling back. "I don't think we can, Grace. Not today."

"Okay," Grace replies. She's saddened. She looks at them all. "Thanks for trying. It was a nice thought." Then, she looks specifically at Scott. "I'm glad you're back with us, Scott. And, um, sorry about that whole fight in Berlin. Pretty sure I punched you and, like, helped knock you over."

"It's cool," he replies with a little smile.

She looks at Nat. "I'll see you next week?"

Nat nods. "See you next week. I'll get stuff to make cookies."

"Chocolate chip?"

Nat, despite it all, smiles wider. "Chocolate chip."

As she gets in the driver's seat, the smile falls, remembering the way Grace's face fell through the conversation, as the hope they'd given her was taken away. It gives way to memories of the tears and the blank looks at the compound, five years ago, when Grace began visiting. How pained she was.

Steve looks at Nat, noticing she hasn't buckled her seatbelt or started the car. "Nat?"

She turns to him. "We have to do it. We have to figure this out."

Steve nods at her. "We will, Nat. We will."