20.| ᴇɴᴅɢᴀᴍᴇ [3]

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.CHAPTER TWENTY.
[20]. Endgame.
[PART THREE]
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  ━━━━━━━━━━━━❝  ᴄᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴜʏꜱ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ? ɪ'ᴍ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴxɪᴏᴜꜱ

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ᴄᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴜʏ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ? ɪ' ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ
ᴀɴxɪᴏᴜ.
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THE GROUP STILL HAD been in Tony's front yard, it was silent. Which only caused confusion to grow. Tony kept clearing his throat waiting for an explanation. Finally, the group glanced at each other, before explaining everything to Tony.

"Now, we know what it sounds like—"

Steve huffed. "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 says as he hands James a cup of tea.

Scott, Steve, and Nat all look puzzled. Science is barely any of their fields.

James sighed. "In Layman's terms, it means you're not coming home."

"I did," Scott says

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

"A time heist?" Scott says trying his best to hide his pride.

Tony hummed. "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."

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

"Or screw it up worse than he already has, right?"

Steve shook his head. "I don't believe we would."

The man rolled his eyes. "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. I believe the most likely outcome would be our collective demise."

Scott seemed to be getting annoyed. "Not if we strictly follow the rules of time travel. That means no talking to our past selves, no betting on sporting events—"

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