"The inertia hardest to overcome is that of perfectly good seconds."-Martin H. Fischer

Our intertwined hands swung back and forth as we walked along the well worn path. A basket rested in Tony's free hand because he wouldn't let me carry anything. "If you're a bird, I'm a bird." I said. Tony actually didn't hesitate on this one. "The Notebook. Yes, I've seen it, and please, don't torment me." I chuckled, holding back a lot of comments I could have made. "Okay, go." I demanded of him. Turning his head towards me, he said "I'll be back." I rolled my eyes. "The Terminator. That's an easy one! Um, okay." I tried to think of a good one. "Great Scott!" Tony laughed. "Back to the Future, ironically."

This was hopefully our last day in the 50's, er, wherever here is. The machine had been completed with the computer parts Tony took from his father's computer and the two of us hooked up the chemical reactor to power it. Everything was ready to go, including us. Tony wanted to spend our last day together, and so he had something planned out for me. What, I didn't know. So, here we were, walking to somewhere, but I had no clue where.

We were outside of the city limits, and the scenery was somewhat familiar to me. To keep ourselves entertained, we decided to list off movie quotes. It was funny how many chick flicks Tony has seen. The path we were taking to wherever was beginning to widen, and the trees and foliage began to thin. "Please tell me where we are!" I begged again. "We are just about there."

Stepping out into the open, I observed the vast landscape before me. The harsh ocean waves crashed against the caramel sandy shores. It seemed to stretch for miles and miles in each direction. The setting sun caused flecks in the sand to sparkle. The sky was painted with bright orange and pale yellow clouds, tinged with purple. Half of the sun was visible right above the sea.

"This is amazing." I whispered. Setting the basket down, he put both hands on my shoulders, pulling me backwards. "See that hill?" He asked, pointing the large cliff that arose before the sea to our left. "Yeah, what about it?" A smile swept across his face. "In about 50 years, I build my house there." Then it all clicked. That's why everything looked familiar. "So this is the beach. Your beach?" I said, turning around towards him. "Yeah, awhile later it will be. Then again, if this is even real."
I wandered over to the shoreline, sticking my foot in the water.

"Oh, it's cold." I complained. "This isn't Florida, sweetheart." Was his rebuttal. Of course while we were walking down here, I thought this was going to be romantic, but that basically blew up in my face when Tony tossed me in. I was just standing there with my feet in. Wrapping an arm underneath my knees and behind my back, he threw me in to the freezing cold sea. My body was shocked by the rapid temperature change, and I sucked in some water. I stood up as fast as I could. My hair stuck to the sides of my face and my back. The dress I was wearing completely clung to my legs and I waded out of the water. My mouth was turned downwards in to a disappointed expression, my eyes now narrow slits. "Tony Stark, so help me!" I shouted.

Tony was almost in tears, probably because I looked like a wet mop (the stupid dress is to blame). "You look like you need all the help you can get! I mean, look at this hair!" He exclaimed, rubbing his hand rapidly over the top of my head. "You're going to tangle it! I spend time getting ready, and this is how you repay me!?" He was still smiling, not taking my threats seriously. "You just wait, Stark." Grabbing the basket, he led me to a spot in the sun. I followed along, carrying my shoes, enjoying the feeling of sand between my feet. "The basket is all yours." He said, setting it down in the sand. "Okay." I spoke uncertainly. "Let's see what you've planned here."

Opening the basket, I saw a checkered pattern. Pulling it out, I realized it was a blanket. Tossing it outwards, I spread it evenly out. "Picnic!" I said. Reaching back into the basket, I pulled two sandwiches wrapped in saran wrap. "I am honestly sick of sandwiches, but everything else is too perishable and we don't have a stove. And don't even mention it!"

I laughed, because I was about to mention something about food catching on fire. "When we get back, what are you going to eat?" I asked, setting the sandwiches down on the blanket. "A cheeseburger." Figures. Next I pulled out a small bottle. "What is it?" Tony had begun to unwrap his sandwich. "Pink lemonade." I set it next to my sandwich. Putting my hand back in, I felt around. Grabbing the last thing in there, I pulled it out. It was a small white box. Something inside of it rattled around as I began to open it.

"Oh Tony…" I whispered softly. A set of pearl earrings sparkled in the remaining sunlight. "I can't take these." Tony took a huge bite from his sandwich. "Sure you can. There for you." Closing the lid, I placed them next to me on the blanket. "No I can't! I don't even know what we are right now. Or if we are even anything at all, or-" Tony interrupted me. "We'll figure it out. Please take them though."

I thought about it while I ate some of my sandwich. "I can't take them anyways. Either this isn't real or we are in a different time period." He leaned forwards, taking a sip of the lemonade. "Hide them here then. Then that way, if it is all real, you maybe can find them someday." Looking up at him, I smiled. "Okay, deal." We finished our sandwiches and packed the basket up.

"Let's go hide these in the rocks." I said, motioning to them farther behind us. "Alright." His warm hand slipped into mine as we walked across the hot sand. "You find a good spot." Bending down, I found a deep crevice in the rock. I could barely get my hand in it, but I did. Gently I tucked the box away and pulled my hand out. "Thank you." I said, leaning my head against his shoulder. His hand released mine and he put it on my head, gently stroking my hair. "Ready to go?" He asked. "Yeah," I lied. "Let's go home."

Tony opened the door to the hotel room and we headed on in. I placed the basket on the counter, pulling out the lemonade and putting it in the fridge. Tony began to pull the machine out from under the covers of the bed. My reactor was near the ac unit, keeping the chemicals at the perfect temperature. Even though it was heavy, I moved it over to the contraption on the bed. Wires wrapped around each other, forming long cables that made the machine run. Tony fashioned a plug out of one from a lamp, and we used the connector cable from the computer to hook up the reactor. The part that was going to send the shocks though us was the once hollow lamp post (without the bulb), but it was now filled with wires. The machine was crude, but it would do the trick.

"Why don't we just hold onto a fork and stick it in the electric socket?" I moaned. Tony let out a laugh. "Because this is a controlled electrical pulse, specially designed to overheat the devices inside of us. You could blow the whole floor by sticking a fork in the wall." Sitting down on the bed, I watched him assemble a few more things. "I'm going to change, just in case." Tony shook his head, but didn't say anything else.

I approached the closet and the memory of Natasha and I digging though mine back as Shield popped into my head. That seemed like forever ago. Pulling out the red dress I had bought on the first day, I threw it on quickly. "Okay, ready." I said, sitting down next to him. "Okay, here it goes." He stated, the confidence that was one there drained from his voice. "Hold on to the lamp post firmly." He took the post in his hands but then a look of pain appeared on his face. Tony began to shake. How did it turn on? Lifting my foot up, I kicked the post of out his hands. It didn't shock my foot, and that's when I realized Tony was laughing.

"That was not funny!" I yelled at him, picking the post back up. "You fell for it though!" He said incredulously. Wrapping my two hands around it, I held it tight. "Our bodies are going to act as conductors, allowing the electric current pass though the devices." Tony went back to being serious. Both of us stared at each other as Tony grabbed onto the lamp as well. I couldn't even fathom that we were going home. Well, hopefully. "Tony, I ju-"

Leaning forward, he pressed his lips hard against mine. My body shivered, and even though the machine wasn't on, I felt an eclectic like pulse surge though me. Locating the switch with his foot, Tony then stepped down on the button. The machine roared to life. Quickly he pulled away from my face. The reactor rattled and so did the lamp post we were holding on to. A jolt made me jump, and then there was another and another, quickening in pace as they came. Tony gritted his teeth as the pulses began to intensify. The short shocks became slightly longer and loads more painful. I heard myself cry aloud before everything before me went black.