WARNING: CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR ENDGAME. DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THE MOVIE! And yes, I have started THREE Endgame stories and yes, I will continue to write each and every once of them.

PROLOGUE

Morgan H. Stark knew better. She really did. She was a certified genius after all. She knew that messing around with the past could have severe consequences for the future but quite frankly, she couldn't bring herself to give a damn. Not when her mother still cried sometimes at night for her father. Not when she felt so utterly alone in her own skin, so consumed by an almost constant state of grief that it was hard to function. Yes, she had her mother and her uncles Rhodey and Happy who all loved her more than life itself (and Peter too) but it felt like a big part of her was missing. That something was her father Tony Stark. There wasn't a day that went by that she didn't think about him. It was impossible not to. She saw him everywhere and in everything she did. Everyone told her how smart she was, just like her dad, maybe even smarter. One of her classmates at MIT had a memorial tattoo of Iron Man on his arm. He sat next to her in class and every time she glanced his way, she could see the red and gold ink standing out against his tanned bicep. Most days she could deal with it but some days, those hardest of days, it made her throat tighten to the point she couldn't breathe and she would have to excuse herself to the bathroom to cry. She missed her dad. Even after all of this time she missed him. She missed him 3000.

There were giant statues in many major cities constructed and dedicated to the Invincible Iron Man and his noble sacrifice for mankind. What a fucking ironic name. Invincible he had not been. He was only a human being, and he had died. He had left her. He had left her mom. He was gone forever. The only thing that remained of the great Tony Stark was the remembrance of his alter-ego Iron Man. Hell, Iron Man had his own line of merchandise and she tried to stay as far away from it all as she could. It was all too painful for her to deal with. Iron Man was what killed him. Why couldn't he have just been Tony Stark? Tony Stark happily living the farm life with her and her mother. If he had been just a family man and didn't put on the suit, he would still be alive. She knew in her heart that thinking these things were selfish but when she had stumbled across her mother's journal and read a few of the entries, she knew she had to do something drastic before her mother died of heartbreak.

So when she put on her specialized quantum suit and the time-space GPS she had designed with the help of her father's left behind blueprints there was only one thing on her mind. Fixing the universe's biggest mistake. Saving her father, Tony Stark. She hadn't actually thought it all completely through. Well, she had talked Bruce into working with her to specialize a gauntlet that could better direct the power of the infinity stones so it wouldn't end up killing her father when he used it. Okay, so she really hadn't talked Bruce into helping her. She pulled him into doing it with her big brown puppy dog eyes and her endless crocodile tears. All she had to do now was go back in time and make sure he got it before he snapped his fingers. It all sounded simple enough. What she wasn't expecting was for her GPS to malfunction, shooting her back too far. Way too far. And that's how she found herself crash landing back in the year 2010...