Hello my fellow MCU nerds! The following is a work of fiction, and I do not own any of the characters. This is how I predict the endgame for the Avengers will go down, but I just want to point out that this fanfiction was in development before the Endgame trailer and Captain Marvel came out. I have tried my best to meet Marvel's style (let's be real, this is Marvel, so it's not going to even be in comparison to the real deal), but I have toned it down on the language. I've been so hyped for the conclusion of Infinity War, I decided to write a fanfiction to pass the time! You know, like any normal human being. So, if I haven't already scared you off, without further ado my fangirls and fanboys, Avengers Endgame!

Chapter One

"We're in the endgame now,"

Carol Danvers snapped out of her thoughts when she felt the inescapable pull of a time vortex surrounding her.

"Crud," she muttered, searching for a possible weak point in it, but half of her body was already pulled through.

Time had no meaning in the quantum realm, so she had no way of knowing how long she had been trapped in it. It looked like the inside of a colorful kaleidoscope between time and space. Gravity did not have an effect on anything either, making it nearly impossible to escape from a time vortex.

Carol thrashed and kicked, trying to break free of the time vortex, but she knew she must be losing it when she thought she heard someone tell her to take their hand. In one final attempt to escape, she forced myself upwards and extended her arm out over her head.

And as she did, a black-and-red gloved hand latched on to her's.

Carol was pulled out just enough to use all her remaining strength to fly the both them out of the vortex. When they were far enough away, she let out an exhausted sigh and realized the person who had pulled her out of the vortex now had a deathgrip on her hand.

"Holy crap." he muttered, with a high edge of concern.

She wondered what the possibility was of it being a coincidence that this person happened to be near the time vortex she was being pulled through, or that he was in the quantum realm in the first place for that matter. Not to mention his helmet was giving her the creeps.

"Who are you?" Carol asked defensively.

"What? Who the heck are you?" he exclaimed.

"Ha. Asked you first." Carol replied contemptuously.

"And the flying, and the vortex-resistant energy blast," he continued to rant on, "and how the heck are you breathing without a helmet?"

"Let's just say I'm not from around here." she replied vaguely.

He scoffed, "Yeah, no kidding. Thank you Captain Obvious."

"Marvel." Carol corrected.

"What?"

"Captain Marvel." she gestured to the star on her uniform.

He gave her a perplexed look, and then after contemplating for a few moments he replied, "Ant-Man."

Carol laughed, "So let me guess. You have the powers of an ant."

"Well, yeah. Accept I can't lay eggs. That would be weird. And disgusting." Ant-Man replied casually.

"Wow. Good for you for being creative," Carol said sarcastically, "Don't you think it's even just a little bit obvious?"

"Actually, I think it's just the right amount of obvious. What the heck is Captain Marvel supposed to mean?"

"It's was a Kree Starforce title." She stated briefly, avoiding unnecessary details.

"Right, that was my first guess." Ant-Man said humorously, "So you're Kree then. I have absolutely no idea what that means, but other than being cryptic and sarcastic, they sure seem like,"

He was interrupted when Carol aggressively jerked around to directly face him and aimed her fists, glowing with power, mere inches away from touching his throat.

He swallowed, "Like nice people." he finished nervously.

Carol, still staring intensely at him, questioned what her next move should be. Something about him had been off from the beginning, and it wasn't just the weird helmet. The fact he had known she was Kree increased her suspicion to a multitude of possibilities. Maybe he was a Skrull playing dumb, while she was positive she had rid Earth of them all, the paranoia that she didn't still stuck in the back of her mind. Or he could be a rogue S.H.I.E.L.D agent who hadn't quite gotten the memo that they were on the same side. He could also be some sort of eternal punishment sent by the Black Order to annoy her for the rest of time. They were the ones who trapped her there in the first place. The last one seemed less likely, but Carol refused to rule it out just yet.

However, he could have simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Now involved in something he didn't quite understand or want to be a part of. She knew what that felt like. After all, he helped save both of their lives and seeing his anxious expression made her feel culpability for what she was just about to do. She sighed, let the energy fade from her fists, and buried her face in her hands. Ant-Man let out an uneasy breath.

"I'm sorry." Carol said regretfully.

"Uh, yeah, it's ok," Ant-Man responded concernedly, "You know, sometimes you just gotta let it out, perfectly normal."

Carol nodded, "It's personal." her hands moved back, through her hair, "My business with the Kree. They're the reason I have these powers and they made me use them to hurt people."

"But, ok wait, I'm confused," he started after an uncomfortable silence, "Look, I might not be some superhuman or whatever, but I do know what it's like to recognize when you're doing the wrong thing. And you can think those Kree people made you someone you're not, but that Captain Marvel back there at the time vortex a couple minutes ago, I'm pretty sure was you."

There was another moment of silence before Carol spoke, "Thanks Ant-Man."

Ant-Man sighed, "You know, as cool as it is that someone actually called me Ant-Man, I feel bad letting you think that's my real name. I mean, you probably assumed that wasn't my real name because I'd have some really mean parents if it was, but it's not my real name and I don't have mean parents,"

Carol raised her eyebrow into a puzzled expression.

"What I'm trying to say is: I'm Scott Lang." he said as he held out his hand.

Deciding she could trust him, she shook his hand and added, "Carol Danvers." Then she started laughing, "You know Scott, you can be, surprisingly, sentimental when you want to, but I can't take you seriously in that helmet."

"Har har," Scott commented sarcastically, "It tends to be pretty helpful because it helps me do this thing, what was it again? Oh, right. Breath."

Carol snorted.

"Not that you would know, you never mentioned why your lungs haven't exploded yet." Scott grinned childishly.

"Because I'm from space, duh."

"Ok, sure. Not to sound weird or anything, but strangely enough, you're not the first superpowered person who's threatened to kill me and then teamed up with me. There was Ava, also known as Ghost, and," he paused, "Wait, no that's it."

"Do all your friends have nicknames and weird helmets?"

"First of all, what is your deal with my helmet? And second of all, kind of, I guess Hope is going by Wasp now,"

She laughed, "Ant-Man and the Wasp. That's cute,"

"Yeah," Then suddenly, even from inside his helmet, Carol could tell Scott's cheeks had turned bright red from embarrassment, "Wait, no. No it's not. It's very professional. I mean, sure, maybe I like her but, you know, we're partners. No, I just heard myself. We respect each other and stuff and we fight crime together, but that does not indicate a relationship. And we've only really kissed twice so, you know what Carol? Quite pestering me about my love life."

Carol held up her hands and shrugged, "I didn't say anything."

"Oh, yeah. You didn't, didn't you?"

"Nope."

Scott sighed, "I'm not a hundred percent sure what happened to her anyways. I was making a trip down here to get Ava some healing particles to help with her phasing and Hope and her parents were at the controls. Then it was like they just disappeared or something."

Carol suddenly felt a pang of dread. Her face was drained of color.

"Or," she started nervously, testing to see how Scott would respond, "Like someone just snapped their fingers, and then they were gone." she finished slowly.

Scott made eye contact with Carol and immediately looked down at his glove and traced the small button with his finger.

"Well," he began, choosing his words carefully, "I think if enough people just disappeared like that, then the people remaining would be trapped in some endgame."

Carol closed her eyes for a moment and let out a solemn sigh. However, Scott wore a knowing grin.

"I guess the magic, doctor dude gave you the same memo."

Carol laughed softly at Scott's remark. She was about to discuss the current situation with him when the sudden occurrence of a loud static caused him to contract and clutch the sides of his head. She lurched back in surprise. It took her a moment to realize the noise was coming from inside his helmet.

His face was taken over by pain as he exclaimed through clenched teeth, "Holy crap Ava!"

Carol was able to make out a horse, annoyed voice state, "Quit whining and shut up. We're trying to get you out of there."

Scott barely had enough time to grab Carol's forearm before they were both pulled out of the quantum realm.