A/N: Did you know that today is the start of the Year of the Pig in the Chinese calendar? That's what inspired John Kramer to use pig related masks. That's also why I figured the Saw series took primarily in 2007.

Two Years Later

Logan Nelson woke up drenched in sweat, finding that he was placed in a chair, and was in a fairly small room.

"What the fuck?" Nelson said out loud, having not remembered how he'd gotten there. After surveying his surroundings, he noticed a television set to the right of him, as well as a steel door in front of him. A few seconds later, the television turned on, revealing the all too familiar face of a white puppet with red spiral cheeks, wearing a black suit and sporting messy black hair.

"Oh, God…" Logan gasped, realizing he was in a Jigsaw trap. "Who did this to me? I helped you!"

"Hello, Logan." Logan's blood ran cold. He recognized that voice.

"Oh no…" Nelson pleaded. "Not this."

"You have been one of my closest accomplices for over ten years, and for that, I am grateful." The doll continued. "However, you never saw my vision. You have murdered in cold blood."

"No. Halloran deserved to die-" Logan tried saying, but the doll kept speaking.

"You put people in traps that were impossible to win." The doll with Jigsaw's voice told him. "I believe it is time you have had your own test. In seventy-five seconds, the steel door in front of you will close forever. You will need a keycard to access it, which is located under in your chest. Pay attention." The screen flickered, showing an x-ray of a human skeleton, with a type of card stuffed in the chest. Logan looked to his right, noticing a scalpel laying on a table.

"Oh, and one more thing." The doll showed up on the television once more. "If you do not make it out in time, the vents have been prepped to unleash Sarin gas into the room. Given your time in Fallujah, I do not believe I have to tell the effects." The screen shut off, and the digital clock in the corner began counting down.

75…

74…

"Oh, Jesus." Logan gasped in fear, and he quickly grasped the scalpel. Nelson gripped the small surgical tool, and stared at the clock. More than ten seconds had already passed.

62…

61…

"Shit." Logan muttered, and pressed the blade to his chest, but didn't break the skin yet.

57…

56…

Logan took several deep breaths, and stuck himself with the scalpel, gritting his teeth against the pain.

40…

39…

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Logan yelled, plunging the scalpel into his body, trying to work his way to the card.

25…

24…

The floor began to collect blood, and Logan's went wide from the pain.

"I can't do this." Logan whispered to himself. "I can't."

11…

10…

"FUCK!" Logan yelled, throwing the scalpel across the room and looked up, seeing what was undoubtedly a double sided mirror. "Who are you? Why are you doing this?!"

3…

2…

1…

The metallic clank ringed through the air, and the steel door locked itself tight. With a hiss, a colorless gas began entering the room. Logan attempted covering his mouth, but it was too late, as his face began covering in boils, and he regurgitated foam from his mouth. Within minutes, Logan Nelson fell to the ground, the gas having killed him.

On the other side of the mirror, a man with a cane stood, overlooking Nelson's test.

"You were given a choice, but you failed." The man said solemnly, before turning to leave. "Like all the other apprentices, you failed to recognize my vision, and resorted to murder out of anger and vengeance." The man hobbled out of the room, before looking back to shut out the lights.

"Game over." The mystery man mumbled, and he shut the door.

Tree and Carter entered the Presidential Hotel in New York City, having put on their best clothes. Tonight was supposed to be a formal event, where Nick Fury wanted to congratulate her on not only finishing college, but also becoming a full fledged SHIELD agent.

"You ready?" Carter asked, gripping the door handle.

"Always." Tree smiled, and her boyfriend flung the doors open to the ballroom, where Fury was already speaking.

"...And, here she is now." Nick pointed out, and the crowd shifted their gaze towards Tree. "Please welcome SHIELD's newest agent, Theresa Gelbman." As people began clapping, Tree smiled.

"Good luck, Agent Gelbman. I'll be expecting great things from you." Nick continued, before walking off the stage, and the band continued to play. Tree and Carter began walking around, mingling with the guests, when Doctor Strange showed up, wearing his own black suit, and had a very expensive watch on his wrist.

"Doctor Strange!" Tree greeted. "It's been a few months."

"Indeed." Stephen agreed. "I've had to track down my old mentor, Mordo, after he assisted those Spanish ghosts from another world."

"Any luck?" Carter asked, curious.

"Yes." Strange grinned. "A few weeks ago, I caught him trying to destroy the New York Sanctum, and had imprisoned him in a parallel dimension."

"Do you have any idea why I can cause a time loop every time I die?" Tree inquired.

"My apologies, but no." Strange shook his head. "I have had to set that on the backburner, so to speak. What with two Asgardians coming to my doorstep, the crisis with Thanos, and the aforementioned invasion of ghosts, I have not had much time."

"It's fine, I haven't thought about it much myself." Tree waved it off. Strange nodded, and after promising that he would find out about the time loops, left the couple, just as Iron Man himself approached them.

"Well, I'd say congratulations and all, but Fury tends to use his agents as cannon fodder." Tony Stark said harshly. "The only ones I've seen survive a long time were Romanoff and Barton."

"Sounds like a challenge." Tree smirked. "Besides, at least Fury doesn't hire adolescents to do his chores."

"Firstly, he's called 'friendly neighborhood Spider-Man' for a reason. It's in the title." Stark shot back, becoming flustered. "Second, he started beating up small time crooks before I gave him a few new toys."

"Right." Tree rolled her eyes, before turning on her heels. "Nice meeting you, Mister Stark." Carter followed suit, leaving Tony to stew over what just happened. After sighing in annoyance, he finished his drink, a scotch on the rocks, and exited the party.

Half an hour later, Tony entered the New Avengers facility, knowing he'd probably be the only one there. After the battle with Thanos and the aftermath that followed, the Avengers had more or less gone their separate ways. Clint Barton officially retired, wanting to spend the rest of his life with his family. After the death of Vision, Wanda Maximoff travelled back to the remains of Sokovia to be alone. Bruce Banner and Natasha Romanoff also left for a life together, while the pirate known as Jack Sparrow, whom Tony considered a close friend, was off doing God knows what while commandeering his ship, the Black Pearl. Just like the Spanish ghosts Strange helped defeat Jack was not from their world, and had been spat out of a wormhole prior to the Chitauri invasion of New York seven years ago.

By now, the only person who still showed up to the facility, aside from Tony himself, was Steve Rogers, although it was occasional, as he was also sent on frequent missions.

"No one's home except me. Perfect." Tony grumbled, flipping on a light switch. However, Stark was mildly surprised, as the room stayed in the dark. "FRIDAY?" Still, no other noise sounded, and all Tony heard was his echo.

"Dammit." Tony cursed, and he began fumbling around the room for the flashlight he always kept on the counter. After stumbling for a few seconds, he finally made it to where he kept the torch, and with a light tab of a button, a beam of light shot out. Before Stark could do anything else, he felt a slight stab to his neck, and reaching up, pulled out a syringe.

"The Hell?" Tony mumbled, clumsily turning around to see a man holding a cane, wearing a black coat and pig mask. "No… you?" Those were his last words, as Tony fell like a sack of bricks onto the ground.

The man in the mask smiled, tossing a picture of a young woman with blonde hair onto the floor, before looking up and seeing a thinner figure with an identical mask.

"Have you taken the other one?" The man asked, in a gruff voice. The only response he received was a curt nod.

"Good. Now help me with him." The man nudged Stark's face with his cane. "I hope I put my faith in you correctly, knowing your obsession with my games…"