"So, what did you bring us in here for?" An impatient Pietro tapped his foot. "I'm tired of waiting."

"Patience, Speedy. Bruce and I are almost finished. Just one more twist, annnnnd," Tony screwed a screw. "Done!"

"I'm very proud of you, Tony. You look so pleased with yourself. So why are we here? Is this little black Tesseract the answer to world peace?" Clint eyed the contraption that was on the table. He received at least three death glares and got elbowed by Natasha.

"It's not a Tesseract birdbrain, and I've learned my lesson. I'm not going to be touching the topic of AI anytime soon. This does something way cooler!" Tony picked up the box as he continued speaking. "This is a time machine!"

"Another doorway to absolute disaster." Clint received even more glares and a bonus punch from Nat. "Oww! It's true."

"I have to say, Clint's right. Who knows what could happen if we travel through time?" Bucky spoke up.

"Relax, Buck. Bruce and I've got that covered. I would explain in scientific detail, but you guys would die of boredom." Tony nonchalantly replied.

"Basically that box will take us to a parallel universe that's like the time period we want to go to. We can't convince historical figures to change history, but we can get a good idea of what life will be or was like back then." Bruce explained to the group as non-scientifically as he could.

"So it takes us to other realms?"

"You are absolutely correct, Point Break. Now, who wants to try this out?"

"Just wondering, have you ever used this machine before?" Steve asked.

"Nope. First try. I decided to include all of you guys in the fun."

"Tony!"

"I know, Nat. I'm too kind. So, where do you guys want to go?"

"Woah, woah, woah. Hold on. You're telling me that there's a parallel universe for everything?"

"I wouldn't put it that way, but sure, Sam."

"So there could be a place where Clint has a protégé and Steve and Tony are gay for each other? 'Cause I'd like to see that."

The room was silent except for Rhodey's laughter. It wasn't until that died down that Bruce managed to stammer.

"Let's not go there." Bruce's shudder could've been heard from outside. "How about the near future? I've always wanted to go there. Who knows what technological advances people make."

"You know, if you live long enough, you'll experience it first-hand Bruce." Clint popped his head out of an air vent and quickly disappeared.

"How about the America in the 1940's?"

"Really, Capsicle? Like we'll agree to that."

"Tell me about it." Clint walked in through the door with a bag of chips.

"How-"

"Don't ask, Wanda. I may not be as fast as your other half, but I'm still pretty fast. How about Medieval Europe?"

"You know, Clint, they were called the Dark Ages for a reason." Pietro received a look. "What, you didn't see that coming? I'll find a way to counter all your suggestions, bastard." Pietro emphasized that last word and stuck his tongue out at Clint.

Natasha and Wanda looked at each other while muttering something about boys.

And so the group argued, and minutes passed before finally Bruce shouted, "Stop! We're never going anywhere like this! You know what, let's just draw straws." Bruce walked out the door and returned a couple minutes later with eleven straws in his hand. "In case you guys don't know what to do, whoever gets the short straw gets to pick where we go." Bruce then walked around and let each person pick a straw.

"Oh, yeah!" Rhodey held up the short straw as he announced, "I choose the Wild West!"

"Whatever you say, cowboy." Tony put on a pair of goggles and began pushing buttons on the side of the box. "There goes the War Machine! Yee-haw!" He mimed swinging a lasso and was poked by Rhodey. "Hey, stop it!" Tony started laughing and dropped the black box. Several beeps were heard and the box began making a whirring noise.

"Uh oh." Sam voiced everyone's thoughts right before the group was blinded by a flash of light.

As you saw with the straws, there are eleven Avengers in this story: Steve, Tony, Bucky, Bruce, Thor, Natasha, Clint, Pietro, Wanda, Rhodey, and Sam. I'll explain the Avengers' roles in the Wild West later on in the story. From here on it'll be Tony-centric since he was the only one unaffected by the memory wash (to be explained later.)

Or was he?