You begin to look at more articles, all dating in 2008. They all are related to Tony Stark and Iron Man.

How?

You think back to your week. Nothing much than the Apparatus at Tel Aviv and horrible headache. You were living in 2019 in a world without heroes. Now you are in 2008 in a world with Tony Stark. How could this have happened?

Well, I'm not gonna be getting back if I don't know how I got here you say, slowly accepting your fate.

Curious, you grab your smart phone. Darn it! I'm living in 2008, and now my phone is the same crap they had then! You pull out the small, compact phone and dial a number. Your mother's.

Ringalingaling. You wait as the phone connects to your mother's. "Hi sweetie!" you hear your mother's voice say.

"Mom! Oh my gosh."

"Are you alright y/n?"

"Yeah, I just had a huge headache."

"Yes, sweetie, I know! I've been going to the store for you so you don't have to leave your house."

This is awkward, you think. "Yeah, about that, I just wanted to call you and say thanks. I feel a lot better now. Thank you."

"Oh, it's nothing y/n!"

"Well, I gotta go."

"Yes, you need to find yourself some work out east. I heard there was something just off of Cairo. Fine dig from what I've heard."

"Yes, Cairo, I'll look into it. Bye Mom."

"Good bye, y/n!"

You hang up and turn to your computer. There's only one thing that can explain this.

You type into the search engine "multiverse theory." You click on article from Harvard and skim through it.

"As some theoretical physicists theorize, there is more than one universe in existence. There are an infinite number of universes, each with its own history. In one universe, the Nazis won World War II. In another, the Cold War resulted in a Soviet-American Nuclear War. In another, JFK wasn't assassinated. The results are endless.

"All of these universes occupy the same space, but they vibrate at different frequencies. Because of this, it would take immense speed or control over theoretical interdimensional energies to make contact with another universe. Unfortunately, we are not currently able to do so with our current technology."

Am I somehow in another universe? you ask yourself. The only odd thing recently was the headache that you got right after you dug up that old relic in Israel. And, last you checked, correlation doesn't mean causation. In this instance does it though?

You check your bank accounts and everything else like that and see what's going on. It all looks roughly the same as the last time you checked them two days ago.

Okay, so the best idea I have right now is that I somehow ended up in another universe and the other me is in my universe. But how did we switch and, honestly, what's the likelihood? The only weird thing was my headache and Tel Aviv. You consider it for a second. "Maybe Azriel was right about God and all that stuff," you mutter jokingly. It makes the most sense in this crazy circumstance.

Maybe the Apparatus was godly, maybe not. But it definitely had some sorta power in it. And, now that you think about it, you live in the world of Thor and Doctor Strange now. Gosh darn it, this isn't actually that weird, considering what universe this appears to be.

Well, what am I gonna do? Definitely archaeology still. You could be snapped away by Thanos and you'd still be digging up artifacts. But should you still act like nothing's happened? Gosh darn it, you could go to Saudi Arabia, get caught by terrorists, and get rescued by Iron Man. You will be on the list to kill for Hydra's Project Insight. And you have a fifty percent chance of getting killed in the Snap. I can't live the same why I always have!

At least I get a heads up. I know that it'll happen, so I can prepare. Not everyone else has that luxury. And it's not like I can warn anyone. No one will listen to me.

An idea pops into your head.

"Well, maybe some people will..."

You go to your computer and search up and log in. Sometimes, when you're bored, you look to see what crap the flat earthers are doing. Now you might be able to warn a pocket of people about the imminent future. These people are already inclined to believe the impossible. Just throw in evidence, and they'll take it.

You click "Make an Article" and stop. I can't start by saying a crazy purple alien is gonna kill half the universe with magic gummy bears. No one would take that early on in the game, would they? You have to start earlier, Phase One earlier.

That, I can work with. Now, what shall I start with? Captain America Alive? Norse Gods Real? Plot against Tony Stark? Uh, First Avenger happened first, I'll start there.

You title the article "Captain America, ALIVE?" You start writing. You start pulling together the crap the fandom had decided on years earlier. He's a supersoldier, meaning he is durable and heals quickly. We don't even know where the crash is. We don't have a body. He would be frozen and preserved, almost like a natural crygenic freeze. Blah blah blah. When you finish it, you publish it.

"There. Now, when this and the other articles on Hulk and Thor I write are obviously true, people will trust me. And I can write about Hydra, the Winter Soldier, Peter Quill, the Infinity Stones, etc, and they'll believe me."

2011

You had published many more articles, and they all have gotten many views because they are true. There was a plot against Tony Stark. The US Army did try to make a supersoldier, but it didn't work out, just like you said it wouldn't. Thor really is a real god. Steve Rogers is alive.

You are writing an article about the Tesseract and its connection to Asgard, in preparation for The Avengers. You stop when you hear a knock on the door.

You answer the door to find men in suits, asking you if they could come in. You figure they're the FBI, so you let them in without taking a good look at them. You figure they just want to ask you about some crime that's happened. You'd say you don't know, but would keep an eye out.

Once inside, one of the men, the one in charge, looks at you. "Thank you, Miss l/n." And you recognize his voice. You actually bother to look at his face.

Crap!

You just let Agent Phil Coulson in!

"We'd like to talk to you about your conspiracy theories."

"How do you know it's me? I write anonymously. Isn't it a violation of my privacy to figure out it's me?" you ask.

"SHIELD doesn't need a warrant. You knew about Thor, Rogers, and Whiplash long before it was public. How do you know? How are you getting SHIELD secrets?"

Crap. Crap! CrAp! cRaP! CRAP!

"I guess I'm just good at my job," you say apologetically.

"And how is that?"

"I find evidence for my theory and I give it to the public."

"And how are you getting that evidence. You aren't doing any research. We know, we know everything you've done on the Internet."

"I totally feel like you care about my privacy. Have you never heard of books?"

"That you haven't bought or checked out from a library?"

CRAP!

"It's a little complicated, Agent Coulson."

"How do you know my name?"

CRAP CRAP CRAP!

You're in a corner now. But you don't even know how you're here, so you can't explain to Coulson.

I mean, I was watching something on TV yesterday...

"Because...I'm a psychic..."

"You're a what?"

"I'm a psychic!"

"Do explain."

"I only just got my abilities a few years ago. I can see some events that are world changing in the future. I wanted to warm people of events in the future, but no one will believe me if I say I'm a psychic! So I had to use conspiracy theories to warm people!"

"So you're saying you can see the future?"

"Yes."

"And that's how you know my name?"

"Yep."

"Prove it."

You laugh, trying to be realistic and to give Coulson good reason for believing you. Um, the The Avengers are supposed to happen soon...gosh darn it, say something about Selvig and the Tesseract!

You shake your body and lean against the wall, to add affect. "SHIELD...Erik Selvig...Tesseract...gods." You hope that your impromptu impression of a psychic. You essentially are trying to relay the message that SHIELD hired Erik Selvig to work with the Tesseract. The gods part is referencing Loki, but you said it in a way to dictate that you're shocked.

"How did you know about Selvig?" Coulson asked in confusion.

"Like I said, I'm a psychic. Now, how 'bout you go back to Director Fury and tell him to keep up the good work with the Tesseract?"

"You're going to have to come with me, Miss l/n."

"For what reason, Agent Coulson?"

"To find out how you know SHIELD's secrets."

"I'm being one hundred percent truthful when I say I'm a psychic," you lie.

"You're gonna have to tell Director Fury that." Coulson said. "And I'm willing to arrest you to make sure you get there."

You raise your hands in surrender. "Didn't say I wouldn't come. Maybe I can help you out with my psychic abilities."