Hey guys, small update to the posting schedule. You see, the reason I was doing the bi-daily posting was because in the stories final chapter I was hung up on a very important decision. One that will greatly effect things going forward. And well, as of yesterday I have finally come to a decision on it lol

Either way, this means we're back to daily chapters because the story is finished! WOO!

Anyways just wanted to give the heads up, now on with the show!

intata: Yeah expect some bite sized chapters while we cover the more scripted portions of this story lol things don't really heat up until the last few chapters. But I've thrown a few curveballs in throughout to try and keep things interesting :3


After we had lunch, I said my goodbyes and left the Stark residence. True to my word, I started jogging back home. My body was incredibly difficult to tire out, as you can probably imagine. So I made it about fifty miles in the next two hours without needing to stop. But as I neared the city again, I decided to put out the call. Which was evidently well timed, as Steve and the others had picked up our back up scientist.

"Hey, so... Did she really eat people?" I overheard Scott's voice, as I stepped through the doors of the workshop.

Followed by Banner's much deeper voice. "Yeah, that's my understanding... Didn't know her back in those days, but I did see her eat her way out of a giant alien worm monster in Wakanda so..."

I took a twisted pride in the fact the Scott was still hung up on that. So I snuck up behind the occupied man, "Hey Scott!"

"AAAGH!" He jumped, turning around on me and backing up a few steps, "H-Hey there, Gwen you uh... You're back soon, how was the jog?"

Either there was some residual Venom floating around in my brain, "Pretty good, even had time to stop for a snack." Or I was just a twisted bitch. Because I really enjoyed him being scared of me.

"Gwen!" The big green man finally greeted me with open arms, shifting his attention from his notes and equipment. "Hey! How are you doing, She-Hulk?" He asked with a laugh, "Feels like its been too long."

Ever since merging with the Hulk and becoming a more publicly accepted figure, Bruce had turned into a huge dork. "It's only been about three weeks Bruce," I assured, shaking my head. "How goes the time machine?"

To which he shrugged, "It goes, I don't know what you want me to say we're trying to build a time machine." Before chuckling, "I think I'll have it ready for a test run tomorrow morning assuming the Van works."

"It works!" Scott assured, "The Van, Quantum Tunnel, works."

"Good to know, Scott." I smiled, patting him on the shoulder. "Because if it didn't..."

"Gwen," My head turned to the voice of Steve, as he approached the group. "I thought I told you to be nice."

To which I shrugged, removing my hand. "I mean, you could tell me to jump off a bridge and yeah I'd totally survive it but doesn't mean I'm gonna do it." Earning that damn look from him, "Alright alright, I'll stop messing with him."

"Thank you." Captain America nodded.

Scott looked between us for a moment, before laughing nervously. "Oh, haha, I get it you were just messing around." He surmised, "You didn't really... Eat people."

"Oh, no she did." Steve replied, "She just doesn't anymore."

Making Scott tense right up again, "Why, does everyone keep saying that like its normal!?" Bring his hands up to his head.

I had to stifle a laugh, as I patted him on the head. "Relax Antman, and focus on the task at hand."

. . .

The Following Morning...

. . .

"Alright now hand me that wrench please."

"Yep." I was already grumpy, getting up at 4:00 AM will do that to a girl. Doesn't that my wake up was six hours ago, working on this stupid thing was killing me.

"Here, take this and tighten the couplings around the side, you're pretty good at this." Bruce's upbeat attitude wasn't helping. "We're almost done, just gotta make sure there won't be an electric discharge when we get to testing."

"I know Bruce, you said that already." You know that feeling, when you're already in a bad mood and somebody just keeps telling you that everything is gonna be fine, which just pisses you off even more? No? Alright, maybe I'm just a sociopath.

"You've gotta loosen up Gwen," He replied to me with a chuckle, well aware of the mood I was in. "All that anger is bad for you, besides we're building a time machine here! Isn't that exciting?"

I rolled my eyes, tightening yet another mechanical coupling. "It was exciting when I had enough sleep, now it just- AGH!" I yelped, as my tool grazed an exposed wire. Sending a zap through my hand, out of reaction I dropped the tool. "Son of a-" You know that feeling, when you stub your toe and it just makes you unreasonably angry? "Alright THAT'S IT!" I cocked back my fist, ready to smash this stupid machine in a moment of profound anger.

This wasn't good.

"GWEN!" Banner grabbed my shoulder, stopping me. "Just take it easy, deep breaths, nobodies gotta Hulk out right now." He tried to guide me through the breathing, taking deep breaths of his own. "Why don't we go for a walk, and you can calm down..."

But my anger hadn't subsided, and the moment his hand left my shoulder- "Better idea!" Before I drew my hand back and punched him across the face.

The blow was enough to make him stumble back, my strength rising to its new height as my skin began to turn green as well. I advanced on Bruce and kept swinging, while he held up his arms to defend himself. "Gwen! You've got to calm down, if you discharge in here-"

"SHUT UP!" Well, he was right. But, we didn't stay inside for long. With one final, heavy handed punch I knocked Bruce back through a nearby glass wall. Leaning a little too much into it, we both tumbled and crashed through onto the outside ground. Making a hell of a lot of noise and bringing down plenty of glass. But hey at least we were away from the Quantum tunnel.

Banner was already on his feet, holding up his hands to try and calm me. "Easy Gwen," I could feel that heat bubbling inside of me, things were definitely getting out of hand. "You need to calm down, come on... Sun's getting real low..."

"HRAAAGH!" I lunged at him again, far beyond the point of reasoning. I tried to slug him again, by he caught my only arm. So I responded by thrashing about, trying to kick and headbutt him as my body continued heating up.

"Okay, that's enough," Banner was pulling me away from the building. He stopped suddenly once we were further out in the parking lot. I noticed him plant his feet firmly, and tighten the grip he had on my arm. "I'm sorry Gwen, but we can't risk the tunnel!"

I knew exactly what he was about to do, "Don't you dare!"

My warning was evidently not enough, and he spun around before throwing me up into the sky with all his might. I was shouting like a mad woman as I flew through the air, my body lighting up as I discharged gamma radiation harmlessly into the sky blowing away a few clouds. Before I started to lose momentum, and fell. The world was spinning around me, and I had no idea exactly where I was going to land before I came crashing down into the lake near the compound.

Perhaps unironically, the low temperature waters helped me cool off. And by the time I was pulling myself to shore, grumbling in annoyance as I did so, I had begun changing back to normal. I was covered in mud and weeds from the shallows, a total mess. And as I gathered my bearings I realized I wasn't alone, staring back at me was our illustrious leader.

And he was giving me that expectant look. "What do you want Steve?"

"Just making sure you're done before you go back to the compound." He answered simply.

To which I rolled my eyes, "Yeah yeah I'm done... Got all that out of my system."

"Good." Rogers nodded, "Its a good thing Banner threw you, you might have broken something important."

"So I didn't, good."

"Other than a pretty big window," He shrugged, as we began walking. "We're gonna run some tests with Scott, you should get cleaned up before you join us."

"Good idea..." I smelled like the bottom of a lake, ugh...

We started making our way back to the compound, crossing the field and parking lot. As we did so though, a car began racing up the driveway. Causing us both to stop, neither of us sure who it might be. Before it slid to a near screeching halt right in front of us, and the window rolled down. I think we were both surprised to see Tony Stark staring back at us, but I also think neither of us were in the mood for his sarcasm.

"Why the long face?" He asked, quirking an eyebrow. "Let me guess, he turned into a baby."

I blinked, "What?"

Stark looked between us, "The testing, whoever you tested on turned into a baby."

Steve crossed his arms, "We haven't started testing yet."

To which Tony seemed to almost pout at, "Dammit, am I early?"

Late, you're late Tony. "Had a few complications this morning." Steve answered, shooting me a look.

Which only seemed to interest him, "Such as?"

"I got electrocuted, got angry," I explained with a shrug, "Almost destroyed the Quantum Tunnel so Banner yeeted me into the lake."

"Huh... And here I thought that was just a big weird bird I saw hurtling through the air..."

"What are you doing here?" Rogers finally said what we were both thinking.

Tony pushed open the door of his car, getting out before holding up his hand. "I did it." A strange device strapped across his palm. "A fully functioning time-space GPS." Now THIS was the best news I'd heard in weeks. "I just want peace, between you and me." He added.

Steve nodded, smiling faintly. "Yeah me too."

"We've got a shot at getting these stones but I've gotta tell you my priorities here." Tony continued, "Bring back what we lost, I hope yes... But keep what I have now, I have too at all costs." Before he shrugged, "And maybe not die trying, would be nice."

"Sounds like a deal to me." I said as they shook hands, "You two do your thing I'm gonna go take that shower now..."

"Solid idea," Tony replied quickly, "You smell like-"

"The bottom of a lake I know I know... Ugh."

. . .

Several Hours Later

. . .

Things were moving fast, especially now that Tony had arrived. By the time I finished scrubbing lake off my body, he was already hard at work and the Avengers were mobilizing. Rocket and Nebula arrived, along with Rhodes. It seemed we were getting a team together, and I was starting to get excited.

Bruce and Rocket left for New Asgard, going to recruit Thor I guess. I opted out of that mission, given how bad a shape Thor was in four years ago I'm sure seeing him now would just make me angry. And I wasn't too keen on blowing up New Asgard. So, instead I was given a rather... Grim mission, alongside Natasha. Rhodes had finally turned up a good lead, we had a location and were already moving in.

Heading for Tokyo, Japan.

It was a late, rainy night when we arrived. As we touched down in a parking lot near our location with the Quinjet, I could feel Nat's tension. We'd spent enough time together to notice those things, and I knew she had a particularly high tension when it came to Clint.

"You wanna wait on the jet?" She asked, as the ramp lowered and she stepped off with her umbrella.

After seeing what Clint had been doing the past five years? "No, I think I'll be your back up."

"It won't come to that." Natasha assured, as we made our way into the city. But I wasn't so sure...

We'd already landed pretty close to what was estimated to be Clint's next target, and soon enough we could hear gunshots from the city. Civilians were fleeing the area, as a nearby club was shot up. But we made no move to intervene, waiting instead outside the building and covering potential escape routes Barton might try to take if we couldn't convince him.

And luckily we weren't waiting long before the masked assassin came crashing out the building chasing a Japanese man. A member of some criminal group out here, the kind of people Clint had been hunting and brutally killing over the last few years. The exchange between them was brief, but it was spoken in the mans native language so I couldn't understand any of it. As their fight, or rather... As the criminals execution came to a close, Nat and I made our move.

Stepping out of the nearby alleys, we had Clint surrounded. As we approached, he removed his hood and mask. Eyes never leaving the corpse at his feet, as its blood ran with the rain water pouring down. "You shouldn't be here." He said simply, cleaning his blade.

"Neither should you." Natasha answered.

"... I've got a job to do." Shooting her a sideways glance before returning his eyes to his weapon.

"Is that what you're calling this?" I asked with a scoff, placing my hand on my hip. "Looks more like murder to me."

His gaze finally drifted to me, and I could tell by that look he was sizing me up. Looking for weaknesses, figuring out how to take me down. "And who are you supposed to be?" It was the same look Natasha always gave me during training.

"I'm her backup," I replied firmly, "In case you don't play nice... Call it a contingency."

To which he nodded, looking back at Nat, "Are all the new recruits this cocky?"

"Well..." Natasha shifted slightly, "She has a pretty compelling reason to be confident in her abilities."

"Is that so?"

"No amount of knives, swords or arrows are gonna help you when she turns green," She surmised before I had the chance too. "But that isn't why we're here... We've found something, a chance... Maybe, to bring everybody back."

"Don't." I could hear the quiver in his voice

"Don't what?"

"Don't give me hope."

Natasha reached out, taking his hand. "I'm sorry I couldn't give it to you sooner."

Okay, this was a fine moment at all... But, "Alright you melodramatics," I said as I approached the two of them. "Lets get moving, I'm freezing my ass off."