So, this is just a headcanon I've had for a while. (That the aftermath of Infinity War might warp time.) These are a few of the changes that I wanted to write. Some of them are good, some bittersweet (or just plain bad.) Mentions of canon-ish ships like Clintasha and Steggy.
Watch as I butcher the marvel universe lol
When Peter Quill boarded the Milano, there were certain things he had expected. He had expected he would be dead-tired (because fighting a mad Titan with a crap load of Infinity Stones will do that to a person.)
He had expected everyone else would be exhausted and maybe a bit traumatized. He had expected Gamora would be a bit shaken. He had even expected that they would stay on Earth for a while.
However, what he had not expected was to hear the faint grumble of an all-too-familiar voice. To hear the muffled curses laced with the unmistakable accent. Peter Quill had not expected to hear the voice of a ghost.
For a few moments, he wondered if maybe Thanos had hit him a bit too hard and he was imagining things. But that didn't stop his feet from instinctively moving towards the source of the sound. He rounded the corner to be met with a sight he never thought he'd see again.
Yondu Udonta sat in one of the seats, attempting to repair his broken Yaka arrow. All the while muttering swear words about 'that purple bastard.' A myriad of emotions slammed into the Guardian all at once. Disbelief, shock, happiness, relief? For a moment he just stood there, holding his breath and half expecting Yondu to vanish. But he didn't.
Peter wanted to cry and hug him and tell him how much he meant to him. So that's what he did. His initial reaction made Yondu wonder if he had, in fact, been hit too hard. But they all hag had a lot of close calls that day and he wasn't about to deny him a hug, not when he had that damn, broken look on his face.
Peter didn't know how it had happened, but he had his suspicions. After all they, had been dealing with forces of time and space and powers beyond their control. What was more puzzling was why he remembered Yondu dying and nobody else did. But in the end, Peter didn't know of he wanted to question it too much.
He was just happy to have his dad back.
When Tony Stark walked into his lab, it was after sleeping for 12 strait hours. It had to he some kind of record for him. Then again, a lot of record-breaking things had happened that week.
He tapped in his code and and the lights automatically flickered to life. A million thoughts raced through the mechanics mind. There was so much that needed to be done, so much damage to clean up. So many precautions to take in attempts to prevent anything like that from happening in the future.
Tony slipped off his over jacket and rolled up sleeves, ready crack into the enormous amount of work that needed to be done.
"JARVIS buddy, you up?" Tony asked, some part of him was expecting the A.I. to not be there. Which was odd, because he had always been before. Why would it be any different now? However, Tony couldn't deny the trepidation he felt as he waited for a reply. As if some part of his mind was terrified that he'd lost JARVIS too.
"For you, sir, always" JARVIS answered without missing a beat.
Tony smiled a little at the sound of the A.I.'s voice.
"Alright then, let's get to work."
In the months that followed, Tony wondered why he would ever decide he needed two A.I.s online at the same time. He would especially regret it when JARVIS and FRIDAY would begin to bicker, cutting him out of the conversation entirely.
But in the end, it wasn't like Tony didn't need all the help he could get. And with those two around, it was never a dull moment.
After everything with Thanos, Wanda simply dropped off the grid for a while. Which was fine, they all had needed time to recover.
The Maximoff had found a nice place in a country that was close to home. Somewhere she fit in and nobody really gave her a second thought. Somewhere the Scarlet Witch wasn't as well known. It was nice to find some peace and quiet for once. It occurred to Wanda that it was the first time she had been happy in many years.
Though amidst the calm there were...moments. Moments where she felt as if there was something, or rather someone, missing. However, she could never quite pinpoint it. After a while Wanda got used to it. Her mind had been a storm for a long time and sometimes she couldn't always make sense of her feelings.
Wanda contemplated all this as she folded a load of laundry. Their living space was small and there wasn't that much to do, but she still liked to keep it tidy. Wanda was broken from her thoughts by a sudden whoosh of air and her jacket being hurled at her. She just barely caught it, aiming a glare in the direction of the culprit.
"What, you didn't see that coming?" Pietro shrugged innocently.
Wanda simply rolled her eyes at her brother's antics and went back to her previous task.
"Come on, I could've been to the restaurant and back at least five times by now," he grumbled, his accent thick. "I'm hungry."
"We would already be there if you helped me clean instead of whining," Wanda countered, though there was no bite to her words.
Pietro heaved a sigh before becoming nothing but a blue streak. An instant later the room was pristine, the laundry folded in a neat stack on the bed.
"There, happy?" Pietro said flatly.
"Yes," Wanda replied, slipping on her jacket.
It wasn't a lie, she was happy. She was happy to have him. He was her family, her best friend, and her anchor. Wanda smiled a little as they headed for the door. Maybe life wasn't perfect, but she knew that as long as she had her brother, everything would be alright.
When Clint Barton went back to his apartment in Brooklyn, it was both strange and familiar. It was like he thought of it as his home, but had only just now set foot there. And this contradictory feeling was all wrapped up in the vague suspicion that he'd forgotten something. Despite all that, it was still comforting to be greeted by Lucky and all his neighbors/tenants.
In the end, Clint really didn't have much time to dwell on those feelings anyway. Not when he had people to take care off, and an army of Tracksuit Dracula's to fend off every other day. Sometimes Clint would catch himself wondering what it would be like if he'd done things differently. If he'd retired or gotten married, wondering if he'd be any happier. Or would he have managed to screw that up too?
Eventually he would just shake his head and remind himself that it doesn't matter. Because this is his life, and it wasn't perfect but it probably wouldn't have been anyway. Besides if it where different, he might not be who he is, and might not have been around to help the people he has.
In the years to come, Clint wakes up one day and realizes he actually likes his life. He has friends that care for him and people that love him. That's really all you can ask for.
It wasn't uncommon for Natasha to wake up in the middle of the night after having nightmares.
However, sometimes she awoke after dreams that were downright bizarre. Dreams where she was fighting her teammates or she was in a relationship with Bruce Banner of all people. They would leave her a bit puzzled for a few moments each time she had one. But in the end she just scooted closer to Clint, and he would wrap his arms around her.
It didn't take her long to drift back off to sleep. It's not like she wasn't used to turbulent dreams anyway.
To this day, Bruce Banner has no idea why the Hulk suddenly decided to launch himself into space.
Sometimes Colonel James Rhodes just likes to go for a jog and enjoy the freedom. He doesn't know why, but it puts him oddly at ease.
And sometimes when Sam Wilson sees an old picture of Captain America, he has the overwhelming urge to yell 'On your left.' He could never figure out why, it wasn't like he had ever known the man. The history books say he died in a plane crash during WWII, the SHIELD files say he was recovered. That he married Peggy Carter and spent the rest of his life eradicating Hydra and shutting down the Winter Soldier program.
Sometimes people had no real idea why they did what they did, it just felt right.
Like how Tony Stark wasn't sure what had prompted him to reach out to Peter Parker after seeing a clip of him on YouTube. But he was glad that he did.
Over the years, there were a million others instances like it. A million moments of Deja Vu after passing a stranger or a building on the street.
Nobody realized that the effects of the Infinity War would be so far reaching, yet so subtle.
When the Mad Titan came from the sky, everyone knew it would be something they'd remember. Nobody thought there would be things they'd forget.