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STEPPING OUT OF the car, I pull Jamie out of the car seat. Closing the door behind us, I set Jamie down on the ground to stand by herself.
She looks up at me, confused on where we are. Nobody knows of the existence of Jamie except for Natalia, and now Scott. The other Avengers have heard about her, but never officially met her.
Steve gets out of the car, closing his door. Jamie walks up to her dad, taking his hand. I take the other, interlacing our fingers.
Tony walks inside with his own little girl in his arms. Steve, Scott, Nat and I eye each other before walking up to the porch. Jamie sits down in my lap once I sit on a porch swing.
"No, we know what it sounds like." Scott says after he had explained his theory to Tony.
"Tony, after everything you've seen, is anything really impossible?" Steve questions.
"Quantum fluctuation messed with the Planck scale, which then triggers the Deutsch Proposition. Can we agree on that?"
"Thank you," Steve accepts the drink Tony hands him.
"In layman's terms, it means you're not coming home. Drink?" Tony crouches in front of Jamie, extending the cup.
Jamie cowers further into my lap. Steve takes a small step toward us. I give him a stern look, causing him to stay put. I had it handled. I put my hand out, taking the drink. "Thanks."
"I did," Scott remarked.
"No. You accidentally survived. It's a billion-to-one cosmic fluke." Tony turns back to the two is us. "What's your name, little miss?"
"Jamie," she answers quietly.
Tony looks up at me at the name. "And how old are you, Jamie?"
Jamie holds up three fingers. I put my own fingers over hers, lowering one of hers. "How many is that?" I ask almost silently.
"Two." She giggles happily.
"Very good, sunshine." Steve speaks up. Tony nods, standing back up and turning to the other three.
"So, now you guys wanna pull a... What do you call it?" Tony turns the conversation back.
"A time heist?" Scott says, proud of the name.
"Yeah, a time heist. Of course." Tony scoffs sarcastically. "Why didn't we think of this before? Oh, because it's laughable. Because it's a pipe dream."
"The stones are in the past. We could go back, we could get them."
"We can snap our own fingers. We can bring everybody back."
"Or mess it up worse than he already has, right?"
"I don't believe we would."
"Gotta say it. I sometimes 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."
