Point of View

by: Shadow Chaser

Author's Notes:

This story is not related to the Trickster Universe and is a stand-alone. It takes place about six or so months after Captain America: The Winter Soldier and in between Team Coulson discovering the location of the lost city in Season 2 of Agents of SHIELD.

A few assumptions: The Avengers know of Coulson's survival and that he's running around with a new team (they do not know he's the new Director). A few months have passed since Bucky was brought back to Avengers Tower to recuperate and rehabilitate.

The Avengers will show up from time to time, but this is mostly Steve, Peggy, Tony, and Howard Stark-centric with a dash of Edwin Jarvis and Bucky thrown in. Massive spoilers for Agent Carter up to Episode 4 – which serves as the inspiration for this side story. The title for this story references an old Stargate SG-1 episode.

Story:

Prologue

"Did Coulson send the files on this 0-8-4 he and his team found- Where was it again?" Tony asked as he blinked the tears back from his eyes, the acrid smoke still wafting an unpleasant smell in his workshop.

"He did sir," JARVIS's mechanized voice sounded a little disgruntled, but Tony did not think it was due to the flashing lights and thankfully silenced alarms. "He also did warn that the files had been encrypted with a code that he vaguely recognized as your father's style – thus why he sent it to us in the first place."

"Yeah, um, didn't happen to decrypt those before, er...this happened did you J?" Tony resisted waving his hand in front of his face to clear the smoke and smell, having just done that to only result in fighting back more tears.

"No sir, this was a spontaneous reaction," JARVIS replied politely, "though I do not seem to have seen a cipher left behind in SHIELD's files nor on Stark Industries servers."

"Maybe it's on paper; send Pep a note about it to see if she can find something in the archives back out in California," Tony gasped a little before coughing, having now inhaled the acrid smoke, "hey J, what about those fans-"

"They are moving as fast as possible, but it seems that this is no ordinary smoke, sir-"

"Ya think?" Tony coughed again before shaking his head and letting loose a soft quiet breath. He stared at the three figures standing where said 0-8-4 used to- No, it was still there, at least from what he could tell. The table it was on wasn't there anymore, but Tony had a nasty feeling that it had...teleported, for the lack of a better term to where these three had been. Whoever was there with the three was going to get a nasty surprise and maybe a few advance looking screwdrivers and general automotive tools in the large toolbox the 0-8-4 had been placed next to.

Each one of them was coughing, but through the semi-opaque white smoke that surrounded them, he could tell that two of them were male and one was female. Tony coughed again and gave up as he waved his hand in front of his face, fanning even more of the white acrid smoke into his eyes and grunted as he wiped at them. "J, do something about this-"

Tony felt his words get lodged in his throat as the fans finally did their work and started to thin the smoke out of the workshop. He could not help but stare at the three figures, two of whom he vague recognized, but the last one. The last one could easily pass for himself if he had been inclined to wear late 1940s men's fashion.

"...Dad..." he whispered as the three turned to look at their surroundings and focused their eyes on him. The 0-8-4 had somehow impossibly teleported Edwin Jarvis, Peggy Carter, and Howard Stark into the 21st Century.

Author's Notes:

This still will have slow updates due to me writing in my Trickster Universe. But I'm hoping it'll be a short(er) story so I can finish it quickly and get back to writing in Ragnarok.