Disclaimer: I do not own "The Avengers", "Guardians of the Galaxy" or any other related characters, places and concepts in this; They belong to Marvel, Marvel Studios, Disney and their respective creators.

Peter woke up on the 30th of May with a strange feeling in his gut and heavy drowsiness in his eyes. He wasn't entirely sure of the reason, but he figured that it would probably be something Spider-Man related. So, he packed his suit and web-shooters in his school bag and left his room.

Aunt May was already up, busying around the small living space of their apartment before heading to work. Peter sat down for a quick breakfast and pondered on why he had this strange feeling.

"Everything ok?" Aunt May asked, breaking Peter out of his thinking. "You aren't nervous about anything in particular?"

"Nah, it's not that. I just… Never mind, it's nothing," Peter said.

Unlike a certain group of people, Peter hadn't forgotten the movie he'd seen four months ago. The events were still fresh in his mind and every morning since then, he'd wondered if that was the day that huge event would be happening. But, four months had passed and not so much as a whisper came by.

For the first week and a half since seeing the movie, Peter had been scared out of his wits that "Today. It's happening today" or "Since we know, does that mean the events have been moved forward?". Aunt May started to become worried and eventually, Peter caved and told her. Not the whole story, just the most important detail of all—half the universe was going to die. Of course, May had comforted Peter and reassured him that he would know when the time came.

"After all," May had said. "The person who brought you all together clearly had a purpose for it. You and the other Avengers, and whoever else, will stop it from happening."

But the events of the movie—for the first time in two months—did not become the first reason for Peter's worrying. But he was worried about something.

"Right. Ok. I'll be off then," Peter said, getting up.

Before hugging Aunt May goodbye, Peter tripped over his bag that he had carelessly tossed on the floor. Aunt May laughed and opened the door leading out of the apartment.

"Have a good field trip! And try not to trip over any bags," Aunt May called out after him as Peter left.

"Thanks—wait, field trip?" Peter turned back towards May, frowning.

This time, it was May's turn to frown. "Yeah, field trip. To MoMA?"

MoMA, MoMA… why was that bringing a bell in Peter's head? He knew that's the place for this field trip, but why would it make any sort of significant… Peter's eyes opened in sudden realisation and any semblance of remaining sleep left his mind and body.

"Oh God," Peter whispered. Then louder, "Yes, of course, I got to go! Bye!"

And with that, Peter dashed out the door so fast, he didn't have time to turn and ended up smacking into the wall. Wordlessly correcting his mistake, Peter continued down the corridor. Aunt May frowned at where Peter had been standing only a few seconds ago.

"Well… that was odd," Aunt May thought, before leaving a few minutes later to go to work.

Tony and Pepper walked through the park. It was a warm day and aside from an odd dream that Tony had had, he couldn't help but feel somewhat relaxed. Though that dream had seemed and still felt real. Too real if he really thought about it.

Pepper stopped, realizing that Tony wasn't next to her anymore. She looked back and saw Tony not too far away, muttering. Pepper gave a small smile.

"What are you muttering about?" She asked.

Tony's head jerked up. He started walking and so did Pepper, who walked ever so slightly ahead.

"Just this thing. It was a dream. It must've been a dream. We had a house by a lake—a normal house—and there was someone else. I walked over to this… this small tent and a little girl came out wearing…" Tony's fast-paced talking paused for a second as he pulled a face.

Pepper shook her head. "Where are you trying to go with this?"

"… a blue and gold Iron Man helmet? It didn't look like one of mine. Seemed like it would better fit a woman. Anyway, it was too big for her—"

"Wait what? A blue and gold, female Iron Man helmet? You must be kidding," Pepper dismissed.

"Slow down, slow down. I'm totally not kidding."

"You're totally rambling."

"No, I'm not."

"Lost me."

Tony didn't say anything for a second. "Look, you know how you're having a dream, and in the dream you gotta pee?"

"Yeah," Pepper nodded.

"Ok, and then you're like, "Oh my god, there's no bathroom, what am I gonna do? Oh! Someone's watching. I'm gonna go in my pants."

"Right. And then you wake up, and in real life, you actually have to pee," Pepper finished.

"Yes!"

"Yeah. Everybody has that."

"Right! That's the point I'm trying to make. Apropos of that, last night, I dreamt, we had a kid. So real. We named him after your eccentric uncle. Uh, what was his name?"

"Right."

"Morgan! Morgan."

Pepper thought for a bit. "So you woke up, and thought that we were…"

"Expecting."

Neither said anything. Pepper thought Tony was joking, not being serious. It seemed ludicrous that he would even continue entertaining the idea. He hadn't done such a thing for a few years, at least.

"Yes?" Tony urged, hoping that Pepper believed him.

"No."

"I had a dream about it. It was so—" Tony abruptly stopped. He lost focus and furrowed his eyebrows.

Pepper frowned. "Are… Are you ok? Is everything alright?"

Tony didn't say anything for half a minute. People passed them, also enjoying the day but oblivious to anything otherwise. The silence finally broke when Tony asked Pepper a strange question.

"Have we had this conversation before? This exact conversation?"

"No… I don't… No. We definitely have not." Pause. "Why?"

Behind them, the crackling of air and bright, orange sparks suddenly appeared. The couple moved back in shock as a man in blue monk clothing and a large, red cloak stepped through. He started to speak but Tony interrupted him.

"Mr Strange, wasn't it?"

"Doctor. But you remembered," Strange said.

"Yeah… not really."

"Clearly."

Pepper looked between the two men, confusion filling her face. "I'm sorry, but what's going on here?"

Tony turned to her and she immediately noticed the fear in his eyes. She hadn't seen this look in years. Come to think of it, the last time she could remember was about six months after the Avengers broke up…

Strange turned to renter the Sanctum, Tony subsequently following. Still not understanding what was going on, and wanting to know why Tony hadn't answered her, Pepper followed. Once the three of them were through, the portal was cut.

"Doctor Strange was it? What's going on? Tony, why would you follow…" Pepper looked around, taking note of all the strange objects and the two monk-dressed men but it was the last straw when her gaze landed Bruce Banner in the middle of the room.

"Could someone please explain what's going on? What… What's Bruce doing here? What's going on?"

Everyone except Wong turned to face her. Tony sighed.

"Long story short, everybody—every living thing that is—is…" Tony turned back to Strange who nodded ever so slightly. "… fucked."

"And you need to call Steve," Bruce said, having already remembered the events of that movie.

"Yeah, but is it really that simple?" Tony asked, a hint of doubt and maliciousness in his voice.

"Do you need to be reminded of what happened?" Bruce said, desperate. No time to waste. "We lost. In that timeline, we lost. Whoever brought us to watch that movie… Didn't they state that the reason was so that we could prevent that future? Tony. We're in that timeline. But we're not at the point with no options left."

Tony closed his eyes and sighed. Pepper watched, silent, as he pulled out a flip phone. The one that Steve Rogers had sent him. Pepper wouldn't pretend to understand (Maybe I'll get a full explanation later, she thought,) what was going on, but she didn't stop him. She remembered odd murmurs from Tony over the years—something about a movie, dust, a moon, someone, or something out there, that sort of stuff—but had always dismissed it. Not that Pepper didn't care, but because they had been few and far between. Even now, Pepper failed to see the connection.

Tony opened the phone and opened the contacts. A single number with the name Steve Rogers had been added. He pressed the call button and held it up to his ear. The dial tone rung and rung and Tony half-hoped that he wouldn't answer—

"Hello?" The unmistakable voice of Steve Rogers, Captain America, came through.

A/N: Aha!, I said I would write a sequel! Here it is, at long last! For those who don't know, this fanfic is a sequel to my other fanfic "Watching Avengers Infinity War" (or as I like to call it by it's old/proper name, A Warning From the Future). Feel free to read it first (it can be found on my profile). I would recommend doing so, but you should be fine reading this as a standalone.

This is an Infinity War/Endgame fix-it. That being said... how they go about it is very... unique, I think. There are certain parts that I've had in mind while writing the ending to WAIW *cough*the ending and chapter 5*cough* that would have been fine (I guess) had I written and posted this so much earlier. That being said; Dear Returning Readers: I have decided to own these ridiculous decisions and go through with them. I... have pretty much given up on this fanfic BUT! I'm still going to put effort into my writing! (Read my profile if you want to understand better.) Feel free to point out any mistakes I make, especially character wise—I'm pretty sure most of them are OOC as I haven't got time to rewatch a lot of the MCU movies.

That being said, hope you enjoy!