By the time I arrived back to the Avengers facility, past the restricted gates and onto the grounds it was well past 3 in the morning now. All occupants within the establishment had long since gone to bed, the gift of a good nights sleep taking over everyone, except for one... The Captain himself. Who, ever since the snap, had been in the same insomniac boat as I. The relief of slumber not easy to come by these last five years. 

After landing the copter I made my way into the building, which was mostly dark, except for the lounge, that's lights were still on. 

The spangled, sleep deprived man himself awake within the furnished den. 

Seated at the L shaped Ikea couch my blonde friend wasn't alone. Providing him with some company were several bottles of beer and Whiskey. Aiding in his sleepless night, the alcoholic beverages were lined up in rows on the coffee table, most empty. 

The Captain looked to be on the verge of tears as he swiped another lager bottle and twisted open the top. But, this time, instead of taking a swig, he just stared down at the floor. His blue eyes glossed over and he looked to be having a tough night. 

Even five years later, no pain had lessened. How could it? 

"You know that Doctor way back in the day? Dr. Erskine. He told me that the Serum wouldn't just affect my muscles, it would also affect my cells. Create a protective system of regeneration and healing. Which means I can't get drunk..." He choked out, his voice deep, riddled with sadness.

It seemed as though my dear friend was having a bad time, where the demons of guilt and regret were eating at him. Demanding to be felt as they denied him sleep and peace. And, I was glad I came home early, hating to see him like this. 

"I can." I bragged, swiping the bottle of beer from him and taking a big chug as I sat on the couch beside him. His sadness would continue, sure, but at least now he wasn't sad alone. 

"I though you didn't drink." Steve observed, wiping his watery sky shaded pools with the sleeve of his navy sweater. 

"Things change." I simply commented, taking another swig of the alcohol. 

"You okay, Becky?" Steve asked, even though it was him who was depressed and had been close to crying when I came in. He still found it in himself to care more about my well being than his own. 

"Shouldn't I be asking you that, Steve?" I rebutted, but my friend just gave me the look. The look that meant he'd much rather hear about my hardship's than having to tell his own. His emotions more so like a dam and he feared what would happen if he allowed too much of a crack. 

So, I complied with his wishes. 

I thought about the fun day I had had with Morgan and for some reason my mind thought back on the non-existent child that Bucky and I talked so much about. 

We even already had names picked out and everything. That memory such a distant, sweet dream now. Out of reach... 

"We were thinking about adopting, you know? Way back one night in Wakanda. By the light of a bonfire as we watched that wretched crimson book and the cruel trigger words within it disintegrate into nothing but ash... We actually talked about the future, our future..." 

"I'm so sorry, Becky. I didn't know that." 

"James said that if we did actually get a child of our own that you had to be the Godfather. Whether you liked it or not." I spoke, my voice riddled with sorrow, my mind entrapped within the past. The past that can never be again... 

"Becky..." Steve whispered, a softness to his tone as he went to engulf me in a warm hug. 

It was my turn to well up and nearly burst out crying. The tears which formed stinging in my eyes and I buried my face into the palms of my hands before sucking it up and choking back the desire to cry. I had already cried an ocean's amount these past five years anyway... 

"Well, there's no point in talking about this, is there? No point in talking about a future that doesn't exist anymore." I said, taking another sip of beer before standing up and forcing down the knot in my throat. 

I couldn't allow myself to breakdown yet again, but luckily I was interrupted anyway... 

A sudden alert flashed across one of the holographic screens, notifying us that someone was at the front gate. And, quickly I swiped my index finger along the screen, allowing whoever it was to relay a message from the camera system. 

"Oh, hi! This is Lang, Scott Lang. We, um, met a few years ago at the airport in Germany. Ant-Man? Does that ring a bell? I really need to talk to you guys." 

Both Steve and I leapt to our feet and brushed off our collective sorrow. Us both eager to see a familiar face that we assumed had been dusted as well and as quick as we could we rushed to let him in. 

Once within the facility, within the lounge, Scott seemed to be a jumble of nerves. Pacing aimlessly around the room, raiding the kitchenette for food and muttering incoherently to himself. 

"Scott, are you okay?" The Captain sought out first, arms folded across his chest as his blue shaded gaze followed the former criminal as he kept up his incessant on-edge pacing. 

"Y-Yeah. Yep..." Scott shakily replied, running his hands across his face as he tried to calm himself. "Um, have either of you ever studied Quantum Physics?" 

"Yeah, isn't a theory depicting nature as the smallest scales of energy levels of atoms and subatomic particles? There's also something about wave-particle duality and probability amplitudes, right?" I wagered, causing the Little Guy to snap his fingers. 

"Yes! See, you get it. She get's it. Alright, so five years ago right before, you know, Thanos... I was in a place called the Quantum Realm. The Quantum Realm is like it's own microscopic universe. To get there you have to be super small. Factoring in the subatomic particle part that you said, Rebecca, thank you," 

"So, Hope, my partner, she was supposed to pull me out. But, then the snap happened and I got trapped in there, in that realm." 

"That must of been a long five years." Steve phrased. 

"Yeah, but that's just it, Captain America. It wasn't. For me it was five hours," Scott illustrated. "See, the rules of the Quantum Realm aren't the same as they are here." 

"What are you talking about?" The Cap continued to urge, Ant-Man taking small intervals to snack on whatever he could get his hands on. 

"Okay, so what I'm trying to say is that time works differently in the Quantum Realm. The only problem is that, right now, we can't navigate through it and use it to our advantage. But, what if we figured out a way? What if somehow there was a way we could enter the Quantum Realm at a certain point in time and then exit at another point? Like... Before Thanos." 

"Scott, I may be old school but are you seriously talking about a time machine?" I questioned, full of doubt. 

"No, no... Course not, Rebecca. Ma'am," The Ant-Man fended, stumbling on a few words. "In my head it's more like a, a... Okay, yeah, like a time machine. 100% Back to the Future style. But, I can't stop thinking about it. T-There's got to be something there. Something that could fix this mess. It's crazy. I know." 

"Scott, after everything I've seen since getting defrosted nothing is crazy anymore." I reassured. 

"I want to help you. If there's a way, like you said, then we gotta do it." Steve projected, jumping right on board. Never one to accept things as they are and have been these past few years. 

"Okay, so who do we talk to about this?" The Little Guy brainstormed.