Scott stands in front of Luis' van in his Ant-Man suit which is five years older than he is at this point. "You're sure these modifications aresafe?"

Professor Hulk makes a few adjustments to the new control panel, "I reran my calculations three times-"

"Because the guy who invented this thing is pretty much a genius," Scott talks over him.

Bruce is almost offended, "I have seven Ph.D.'s, an MD, the HansBethe Award for Physics and I'mpersonal friends with Bill Nye theScience Guy. We're good."

Rick Jones presses a few buttons on the console, "Dr. Banner is the second smartest person I know. You'll be fine."

"Yeah. And he looks like that on purpose," Scott mutters under his breath, straightening up when Captain America and Natasha walk in.

Bruce turns to his assistant, "Second?"

"Breakers are set, the emergency generator's on stand-by," Steve reports.

"Good. If we blow the grid, I don'twant to lose Tiny back in the'50's," Bruce remarks, gesturing to Scott.

"Excuse me?"

Natasha keeps her eyes glued to the tablet,  "He was kidding."

Bruce nods along, "I was kidding."

Natasha turns to him, away from Scott, "You were kidding, right?"

"Honestly, I have no idea. We'reattempting time travel. Eitherit's all a joke, or none of it is." He turns back to Scott, talking loudly, "We're good! Helmet on."

Scott obeys, however dubiously.

"Okay. I'm going to send you backone week, give you an hour to lookaround, then bring you back in tenseconds. Make sense?"

"Perfectly not confusing." Scott gives a thumbs up.

"Good luck, Scott. You've got this," Steve says, hands on his hips.

Scott beams with pride, "Yes, I do, Captain America. Yes, I-"

"And goodbye," Hulk pulls the lever and Scott shrinks to nothing.

Rick holds up his stopwatch, counting down, "Three, two, one..."

Scott reappears in the suit... and twelve years old. "Uh, this doesn't feel right."

"Is that Scott?" Natasha asks, looking in between him and Bruce.

Bruce scratches his head with his overly large and green hands, "I wanna say yes."

"This is why I said second," Rick says, pressing a few buttons, causing Scott to shrink once more.

Steve stares at where Scott used to be, "Get him back!"

"Uh..." Rick flips a switch and old man Scott appears. "Okay, I've seen pictures of him ten years apart and he looks exactly the same. How does he look so old now?"

"Get it under control. What the hell is going on?" Natasha scolds.

The two men look at each other then frantically press the buttons in a very scientific manner. Scott shrinks and reappears, this time as a baby. Everyone just stares wordlessly before Steve speaks. "It's a baby."

"It's Scott."

"As a baby!"

Bruce hits the button again, shrinking Scott. "Okay, when I tell you, kill the power!" Rick throws a switch and Bruce gives the signal, "Now!"

Steve pulls a lever down, killing the power. Regular-aged Scott stumbles off the pan, discombobulated and off-balance, "Somebody peed my pants. I don'tknow if it was baby-me or old-me.Or just me-me."

Emily clings onto the dashboard with her life as Tony drives like a whole fool. "I SAID I DIDN'T WANT TO DIE!"

Tony scoffs, "You almost drove us off a cliff!"

"You're being dramatic!"

"Oh, I'm being dramatic? There's a few deer out there who aren't going home!"

"No one ever taught me how to drive and I still drive better than you!"

The car pulls up closer to the Avengers Compound. Tony spots Steve standing outside, "Okay, shut up now. Look cool."

"I am cool. I am very cool. I have my own island."

"I own Area 51."

Emily slumps down in her seat, "You can't bring that up every single time-"

"Cooler than an island. Cooler than you. Now shush."

The car comes to a screeching halt and Tony rolls down his window, "Why the long face? Wild guess, he turned into a baby?"

Steve nods, sighing, "Among other things."

Emily pracitcally rolls out the death machine, "You were pushing time through Scott instead of the other way around."

"Yeah, someone probably should've cautioned you against it," Tony remarks.

Steve holds back a laugh, "You did."

"Thank God, I'm here. Regardless I fixed it." He tosses a small wrist device to the patriotic man. The hostility between them settles down visibly. Without saying a word, they bury the hatchet.

Emily smiles at them, "Now shake hands. Go on, you know you want  to."

"You ruined it. You ruined the moment," Tony complains.

Emily quirks an eyebrow, slipping into her mom voice, "Do it. Now."

Steve looks at Tony and offers his hand. After a beat, Tony takes it. The moment is once again ruined when a flash lights up the scene. Emily holds up her phone innocently, "Wasn't me. Actually it was. Harley would kill me if I didn't.

"Who's Harley?"

"... hey, Tony get the thing from the trunk."

Tony squints at her but shakes his head and opens the trunk anyway, "Ah yes, the bonus offer." He pulls a familiar red, white, and blue shield out.

Steve stares at it. His shield. "Tony, I don't know-"

"What's to know? He made it foryou. Plus, I gotta get it out ofthe garage before Morgan takes itsledding."

Steve finally takes the shield, "Thank you."

"Don't brag about it okay? We didn't bring enough for everyone. Speaking of which, we're having a family reunion, right?" Emily asks. "I brought my scrapbook. I even rented a park out for a picnic."

Steve finally cracks a smile, "We're trying to get everyone."

"Great." Emily's phone buzzes. She gives a quick bye to Steve and runs inside to answer it. She takes a seat on the couch in the living area, "Harley?"

"No, it's Becky."

"Hey, baby girl. You miss me already?"

"No, I want Grandma Pepper to be my new mom. She has juice pops."

"See, last night you loved me more than everyone in the family. Did juice pops really change all that?"

"Yeah."

Emily huffs, "Give the phone to your brother."

The phone is audibly handed off.  A new voice comes through, "Mommy, can we stay here for a while? Morgan is really fun."

"But do you still love Mommy?"

"Yes!"

"Ha, knew it! You're mommy's boy."

"Emily?" 

Rick Jones walks into the room. She gives him a look and goes back to speaking into the phone, "Okay, your daddy's here. Mommy loves you." She hands it off to him. Her eyes move past him to a large bulky figure. A large bulky green figure. She curses under her breath before walking up to him. "Hey..."

"Is he- are you- do you- did he-" Bruce stammers. "You said- mom- dad? Are you- did you guys- do you have-"

Emily rubs her arm, "Dad, I know that you're probably still mad at me but-"

"Emily, am I a grandad?"

"Oh, that. Yeah. Twins. Jaime Rebecca and Harley-"

Bruce wraps his arms around her hard enough to choke the breath out of her. "I'm so sorry, green bean."

"Can't...breathe..."

Bruce lets her go but doesn't take his eyes off her. His daughter. "You're so old now. And you have kids?"

"Do you... want to talk to them?"

"Really? You'd let me? What if I scare them?"

Emily smiles, shaking her head, "They know their family, Dad. I made sure of it."

"They... they know me?"

"Rick! Can you start a facetime call?"

He switches the call from voice to video, handing it to Bruce, "Doctor, I can explain-"

"Oh, we'll talk later," Bruce promises in a somewhat threatening tone. He holds the phone up to his face, his heart-stopping at the sight of the two kids with brown curls decorating their heads. Their eyes are the deepest hazel with the smallest almost unnoticeable green flecks. They're absolutely perfect. "Um, hi?"

"Grandpa!" The two yell in unison.

Harley bounces up and down, "Hi Grandpa! We watch you on YouTube! Hulk smash!"

Emily watches the smile beaming on her dad's face. There's a pang of guilt as she looks at him. All this time, she thought he wanted nothing to do with her. He completely ignored any questions a reporter would make, regarding her. She knows. She watched every interview, every time he worked with Bill Nye, and every single endorsement commercial. She kept track of all the Avengers. Even without her powers physically tying her to them.

Natasha walks up behind her, "Now, I don't want to tell you I told you so but..."

"Nat," Emily wraps her arms around her neck, "you look good. I love your hair."

"You must have terrible cell reception on that island of yours because I didn't get any of your calls."

"Hey, I got you cards for all the major holidays," Emily protests. "And the kids love their godmother."

Nat relents, giving her a small smack on the back of the head, "Yeah, you did the equivalent of a deadbeat dad. Speaking of Dads... what's going on with Rick?"

"We're co-parents. Nothing more. I don't think love is written in the books for me."

"Don't say that. Rick is a great guy, give it a try. I know he wants to."

Emily scoffs, pushing a strand of hair out of her face, "I think I'll just stick with having two loves in my life thank you very much."

"Hey, Em, I think I might die. Are you prepared to be a single parent?" Rick asks, eyeing Prof Hulk out of the corner of his eye.

Emily pokes him in the chest, "Oh, you're not allowed to die so just forget about it."

"I'm not allowed to die?"

"You heard me. Do not let me catch you dying anytime soon or I will call up my very good friend Death and tell her to give you back."

"Death is a person?" He crosses his arms.

"She has a physical form, yeah. That means you, sir, are forbidden to die."

"You know so many people I don't even know whether or not you're joking."

Emily shrugs, "Who knows? My contact list could be a seven-book series with three spin-off storylines. And we're getting everybody back, right? It's about to double."

"Well, that's the plan."

Emily stretches her back, "First we gotta get the gang back together."

Rick smirks, "You mean assem-"

"Finish that and I'm going to be the one that ends you."

"And I'll help her," Natasha adds.

"Right. So now we are going to reunite the band," Emily reiterates.

Bruce hands the phone back to his daughter, "They're absolutely everything. I would already die for them."

"They love you. Maybe not as much as Steve or Tony but you're definitely up there. I'm pretty sure I'm somewhere below Carol on the list," Rick laughs awkwardly.

Bruce sends him a death glare, "So! Rick! When were you going to tell me you were my son-in-law?"

"Oh, Dad, we're actually not together."

Bruce let out a harsh breath, "So! Rick! Are you at least paying child support? I mean, you're with me almost all the time so I know you're not taking care of those kids."

Emily steps in between the two, "He's over all the time. He sends you a hologram and you never know the difference. He's a great dad. Except he heats up chicken tenders instead of making them from scratch like me which is absolutely horrendous. Couldn't be me. Anyway, the point is that Rick has been perfect. It was me who made him lie to you. I'm sorry."

"Now shake hands!" Tony yells out. "Come on, you know you want to."

"You have successfully ruined the moment. Congratulations."

Tony holds his phone out, "Come on."

Emily laughs, shaking her head but takes her dad's hand which turns into a hug. The scene is interrupted by a bright white flash. She bangs her head against her dad's chest, "It was sooo quiet and peaceful on that island. Even with hundreds of feline-like creatures, two toddlers, and a teenager. Ugh, it was so nice."

Bruce pats her head while sending death glares to Rick who cringes under them. He's totally fired.