"WAI-WAIT A SECOND,let me ask you something. If we can do this,you know,go back in time,why don't we just find baby Thanos,you know and..." said Rhodey,making hand gestures suggesting them strangling Thanos with a rope.

Bruce frowned and stared at Rhodey disgusted. "First of all,that's horrible..." he stated,trying to get the image of them killing baby Thanos out of his head.

"It's Thanos."

Those two words darkened the whole room. Rhodey was right. It is Thanos... The same Thanos who killed half the population of the universe. The Thanos who killed all of their friends. That Thanos. But that still didn't mean that they could just go in the past and kill him as a baby,now that's just plain horrible.

"Exactly." said Tony,standing up,the attention on him. "It is Thanos and we can't just waltz in and kill him like that. It would be too easy and we all know it. Don't we?" he questioned and all of the avengers looked at the ground,knowing that he is right.

They were doing this. Every one of them was set on bringing back there friends,no... family back. They looked back at Tony in respect. Here was the guy who has a family,yet was still risking his life to help them. When he had returned from Titan all of them understood that he had lost someone,but no one knew who. And now here they were,with a time machine next to them waiting to be powered back on.

"I can't believe i am saying this but Stark is right." said Rocket.

"The rabbit is right,we need help." stated Thor who scared everyone since they thought he was asleep.

"I'M NOT A RA-"

"I know someone..." said Natasha,walking in the room. She glanced at all of them who had a perplexed expression.

"Who?" asked Scott,determined to bring back the people he lost after seeing his grown up daughter. The thought of his Cassie thinking that her dad was dead for five years really made him guilty and mad at Thanos. He felt like kicking the purple chin sack in the face and then just leaving him to rot and die. Sure,Scott really wasn't the violent type but... he really wanted revenge.

"Someone..." muttered Natasha,taking out a folded piece of paper from her pocket. She studied something that was written on the paper and then she looked up. "I'll be back in a couple of hours." she looked at Clint. "Don't go anywhere. Trust me." And with that said,Natasha left the room in a hurry.

"Where is she going?" asked Steve looking at Clint. Clint shrugged his shoulders and just gazed at the spot that the spy had just left.

"I have no clue,cap..."

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Natasha approached her destination after some time driving. She looked back at the piece of paper which was given to her by Fury a couple of years before the accords.

He had told her that if there was ever an enemy that SHIELD or the avengers couldn't defeat,she should go to this address. He didn't tell her much but only the fact that who ever was living there was a powerful ally. Said that the person owes him a favor. Natasha had wanted to call this 'ally' during the Ultron fiasco but she remembered that he was only to be contacted in the worst situation imaginable,so she didn't.

She had felt guilt when a lot of lives were lost. She felt that she could've done something against it but she was confronted by Clint who had no idea why she thought she was guilty.

Natasha put the piece of paper back in her pocket and approached the house with caution. She went to the door,her hand resting on her gun and she knocked. She waited a couple of seconds and since she didn't hear any movement she frowned and started going back to her car.

'Maybe the person was snapped as well' or 'maybe this address wasn't the right one' were the thoughts that were circling her head.

As she was going to make her way towards the car the door of the house suddenly opened. She spun around,eyes wide open. She pointed her gun at the figure who opened the door and she stepped forward.

"Woah,woah,woah." the voice was surprisingly deep and it sounded like whoever had opened the door had probably just woken up. "Do you just go to random houses and point guns at whoever opens the door?" asked the person with his hands up.

'Great,it was the wrong address.' Natasha thought.

"I am sorry sir for bothering you," apologized Natasha,strapping her gun back on her side. "it seems that i had the wrong address. Have a nice day." As she was about to walk away the voice stopped her.

"Hey,wait!"

Natasha tensed. She turned around with her hand gripping her gun waiting to see if she had to shoot someone. The person was certainly not what she had expected. He was tall and lean. Maybe early twenties. He had jet black hair,with a silver strand in his hair. He also had green eyes which reminded Natasha of the sea. He was wearing black sweatpants and a blue sweatshirt with its sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He also had some kind of tattoo engraved on his right arm.

"You're Natasha Romanoff,right?" he asked her.

Natasha immediately pulled out her gun and aimed it at him. "How do you know my real name?!" she growled at him.

"Hey,chill. I know your former boss, helped me once with something,i owe him a favor now." the guy stated with his hands once again in the air. Natasha still cautious,didn't put her gun away but she instead stared in his eyes,not moving an inch. A couple of seconds passed and everything finally clicked.

"Wait...You're the ally,aren't you?" she asked him,now a little more comfortable. The guy gave her a questioning look but still nodded a yes.

"Can you please explain to me why you are here and perhaps while you are at it stop aiming the gun at me?" he asked her with a chuckle. Natasha softened and smiled whatsoever. She stopped aiming at him and she cleared her throat.

"Phew,i thought you were gonna shoot me." said the guy,studying her. Natasha let out an amused chuckle.

"Please,come in." he told her. "I assume since you are here,it's something big that ypu want to discuss with me."

Natasha nodded and went inside with the guy right behind her. The inside of the house was as normal as it can be,but Natasha saw some kind of food and drink that really stood out to her. She stopped to study the house and that was when she saw the pictures on the wall. There were a couple of them and in every one of them was what she assumed the guy but younger with a couple of people.

In the first one there was him,a girl with blonde hair and grey eyes and a boy with brown hair and brown eyes,all smiling at the camera.

In the second picture there was an older man in a wheelchair,holding some kind of golden carpet. Next to him was the guy but slightly older now,the same girl and boy from the picture before and another boy with light brown hair who seemed older than them and taller too.

In the third picture there were a lot of kids all wearing armor. Some of them had swords in their hands,others had knives. All of them had a couple of scratches but all of them looked happy and excited.

In the forth picture there were two people. The guy and the blonde girl. They seemed to be around fifteen and they were kissing on the beach.

In the fifth picture there were four people. The guy of course,a girl with long brunette hair who was wearing a purple T-shirt,a younger girl with dark skin and curly dark hair and a buff boy with black hair.

In the sixth pictures there were six teens. The guy,the girl with blonde hair from before,the girl with curly hair,the buff guy with black hair,a girl with brunette hair and beautiful eyes,a guy with blonde hair and electric blue eyes and and a scrawny guy with brown hair.

And in the last picture there were a couple of teens from before and a couple of new ones. There was the guy,the blonde girl,the blonde guy,the brunette girl with beautiful eyes,the girl with dark hair wearing the purple T-shirt,the girl with curly dark hair,the buff guy with black hair,the brunette guy form the first picture,a girl with a spear in her hand,a girl with black hair and blue electric eyes,a pale boy with dark hair and dark eyes,a boy with blond hair who was hugging the pale boy and an older short man. But in this picture all of them looked sad,like they had lost someone.

"Those were my friends they're dead." the guy spoke from behind Natasha,a sad expression on his face.

"Were they snapped?" asked Natasha,soon regretting asking by the expression of the guy.

"Some of them." the guy looked at the pictures with a sad smile on his face and Natasha could see that he was trying not to cry. He blinked a couple of times before remembering that Natasha was there. He turned toward her and smiled. "What can i help you with,Ms. Romanoff?"

Natasha cleared her throat and began. "We need your help. We may have found a way of bringing the dead ones from the snap back,but we need your help."

The guy looked down. "I'm sorry Ms. Romanoff,but if you haven't heard i'm retired from the hero business." he told her and started walking toward the kitchen. Natasha frowned but didn't give up. She went after him.

"Look,i don't care if you are retired from the 'hero business',alright? A lot of people died because of Thanos and now we have a chance to bring them back. Don't you want to see your friends again?!"

"Listen,Ms. Roma-"

"No! You listen to me! There is a chance that we can bring back the people that died five years ago! Bring them back to their loved ones! Don't you think that we should take that chance?!" Natasha shouted at him. "You aren't the only one who lost people,alright?! I lost people too... And after five years there is finally a lead that can help us bring them back... After five years! Please..." begged Natasha.

"I Don't-"

"Please Perseus..."

"I prefer Percy,if you don't mind."

"Is that a yes?"

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