***New Jersey CAMP LEHIGH(1970)***

An man in his mid-to late 50's honked his horn drove by in his car with two young women inside. "Hey man! Make Love, not war!" He shouted to the guards at the gate of the army camp.

The year was 1970 and this camp in New Jersey was the destination of four young Avengers.


***Hallway***

Inside a busy hallway were doctors, soldiers, and some SHIELD agents walking through the halls.

However, down on the floor at a certain corner of a hallway intersection out poked the helmeted head of PJ Lang. He was currently shrunken and looking around for a certain room. Fortunately, it was right across the way from him. Seeing his chance, he ran across the hallway floor and went under a door. On the pane window of the door was a name.

Dr. Henry Pym.

This was his grandfather's lab, and hopefully, he'd find what he and his friends came for. Once he was under the door and in the lab, his wings came out and he flew up to get to a better view from above, and the first thing he saw was quite a shock.

It was his grandfather, Hank Pym. Or at least, a much younger version of him. He had to be in his early or mid or late-40s from the looks of him. He didn't have a beard or glasses like PJ was used to seeing. Not this Hank Pym was clean shaven and thick brown hair.

But regardless of how different he looked, PJ was happy to see him. "Hey, Grandpa." He whispered to himself.

The doctor who was Ant-Man was working on something at his workspace. It was his new helmet. This one appeared to be more advanced than the one next to it, which seemed to be a prototype helmet. It definitely looked like an Ant head with antennas and small holes for the eyes and something that looked like a...breather?

Seeing it made PJ snicker as it didn't look as cool as the newer one. But he still admired it because it was the start of his grandfather's heroic acts as Ant-Man. If not for the first helmet, he may not have had the very suit he was wearing now. And for that, he was grateful. Grateful for all the hard work his Grandpa had put in.

'Wow, he's certainly been at work,' he said to himself.

Then he saw his target. Over in a terrarium like case were small viles of red liquid, a liquid PJ recognized immediately. Pym Particles.

Bringing a hand to where his ear would be in his helmet, he called to the rest of his team.

"Guys, I found them!" He said with excitement, "The Pym Particles, they're here!"

"Copy that, Peej." He heard Peter reply. "Where at?"

"In my grandpa's lab, sixth floor."

"We're in the elevator now. Come on back, buddy." Jamie said.

"Roger, Cap."

"Good job, Waspling," Peter added.

"Haha, I love that name!" PJ exclaimed before taking off.

Before he left the lab, the young Lang looked back to his grandfather who was still working and felt a tear coming up.

"Bye, Grandpa...I'll see you soon, I hope." And with that, he left the same way he came in.


***Elevator***

Peter, Jamie stood in the elevator as it descended. So far, things were going well, except for one thing...they weren't alone in the elevator.

There was a woman there who kept looking at them suspiciously. Peter and Jamie could feel her eyes burning holes in the side of their faces. They hoped she wouldn't cause any trouble. They didn't need anymore mishaps on this mission.

Fortunately, the elevator dinged and stopped on their floor...or Peter's floor that is. This would be the floor where, hopefully, the Tesseract of this time would be.

"Good luck on your mission, Captain," Peter said to his little "brother" as he walked out.

"Thank you, sir," Jamie replied with a curt nod. "Good luck on your...project."

Well that wasn't too good. Soon, the doors closed and it was quiet...too quiet.

"First time here?" The woman asked Jamie.

"Yes ma'am." He replied nervously. "My uh, my dad used to serve here though."

The woman smiled as her interest seemed to be piqued. "Oh really? What was his name?"

Dammit. Jamie mentally slapped himself for opening that door. Thinking on his feet, he found the best answer he could come up with. "Stevens...Roger Stevens."

Quick save. Jamie didn't know how much more he could keep up the charade. Thankfully, the elevator came to Jamie's floor and he felt a bit of relief.

"Ma'am." He said respectfully before exiting, glad he was out of that situation.


Meanwhile, Peter was now down in dark room which seemed to be somewhat of a storage place for top secret items.

Making sure no one was around, Peter had his Iron Spider suit come out and clad him.

"Okay, where are you?" He said. Using the suits HUD, he looked around at different containment units for the Tesseract. It didn't take long for him to find it as one of the units was shaped like a cube and the HUD showed the item inside. The Tesseract!

"Bingo."

He walked over to it and tried to find a way to open it, but it was sealed tight. Then, he got an idea.

His four Spider Legs came out and he used them to pry the unit open. It took some doing, but only a second or two passed before the unit split open and a blue light shined from with it. There, in a square shaped slot, was the target.

The head of the Iron Spider suit went back and he looked at the Cube with a sigh of relief. "Gotcha."

Grabbing a nearby briefcase, Peter opened it, took the Cube and stashed in the case.

"Alright, I got the Cube." He said as he sealed the case, "Harley, how's it going on your end?"


Back outside, Harley was eyeing a few soldiers. He was supposed to stay up here and let the three down below know if anything bad was coming and to plan a getaway.

"Working on it." He replied. "I've got eyes on our way out."

He saw a truck and a soldier inside of it, and a plan began to form in his mind.

"Moving in."


"Alright, I'm heading up."

Using his Spider Legs from his suit, Peter closed the large containment unit that held the Tesseract to try and make it look at least a little inconspicuous. Someone would notice eventually but they didn't want to make it easy for them.

"Arnim, you in here?" Someone was coming!

Peter didn't have time to run or hide. For as soon as he grabbed the case, someone had walked in. The worry that surged through Peter was a lot on its own, but when the man turned around and faced his way, Peter was in extreme surprise and shock.

It was Howard Stark. Tony Stark's father. Peter recognized him from pictures in his time. As much as he'd want to talk to the man, he couldn't. He had to get out of here!

Quickly as he could, he walked in the opposite direction, hoping he wouldn't be called out. But...

"Hey! Elevator's this way." He heard, knowing it was him the billionaire was talking to.

Deciding not to make it worst, Peter turned around, walked towards the Stark patriarch, and hoped for the best. "Oh, thanks," he replied, "Kinda got a little lost."

"You new here?"

"Y-yes, sir. I, uh," Peter stammered a bit, reaching into his exterior coat pocket and pulling out a lanyard badge, "I'm actually visiting from MIT..."

Howard seemed to believe it and nodded. "Huh, MIT. Got a name?"

"Howard," Peter said, accidentally letting it slip out. It was really just a thought, but it grew into actual speech.

Fortunately, Howard Stark for that both interesting and amusing. "Ha, that won't be hard to remember. Last name?"

"Uh yeah. Howard...Peters." It was the best Peter could think of on the spot, and it seemed to work too.

"Well, I'm Howard Stark." Howard said, offering his hand for a shake. Peter, still in shock and not looking away from the billionaire, accidentally grabbed his finger instead if the whole hand. Though confused, Howard laughed at the action, "Ha, shake that, don't pull it."

"Oh, yeah. Sorry." Peter chuckled nervously. And Howard seemed to pick up on this.

"You look a little green around the gills there, Peters."

"Oh, yeah. Well, long hours."

"Wanna get some air?"

"Yes, sir. That'd probably help," Peter said, slipping past him.

"Need your briefcase?" Howard asked behind him, picking it up and holding it out.

Peter halted and saw what he meant. Sh**! He had almost left what he and his friends came here for.

"Ah, yeah! Definitely gonna need that."

He took it and tried to collect his thoughts as he walked on.

"By any chance, you're not a nered, are you, Peters?" Howard asked curiously.


***Dr. Pym's Lab***

The phone to the lab rang and was picked up by none other than Hank Pym. "Hello?"

"Dr. Pym?" Someone on the other end said. That someone being Jamie.

"That would be the number that you called, yes."

"This is Captain Stevens from...shipping. We have a package for you."

"Ah well, bring it up." Hank said, taking a sip of tea from his cup.

"Well, that's the thing, sir. We can't."

'Can't?' What did this man mean?

"I'm confused. I thought that was your job."

"Well, it's just- Sir, the box is glowing and, to be honest, some of our mail guys aren't feeling that great."

Hearing that made Hank's face drop and a look of worry came on. "They didn't open it, did they?" He asked, hoping the answer wasn't yes.

"Yeah, they did. You better get down here, sir."

At that, Hank slammed the phone, put his mug down, though almost dropping it, and bolted out of his lab and into the hallway. All eyes followed the doctor as he ran like a scared child, which gave a certain young captain the opportunity to sneak into the lab and close the door behind him.

"Haha, he fell for it!" PJ laughed. This wasn't the first time he'd pulled a prank on his grandfather.

"Alright, Peej," Jamie said looking around the room, "where are they?"

From his shoulder, the young Lang flew before growing back to his normal size. His helmet went back, showing his face.

"Over there!" He said, pointing to the large glass case.

The two walked over to the case and saw over three rows of the precious red liquid, the Pym Particles.

Opening it, they took eight viles of it. That way all four of them could have two. Enough for their trip home plus one more just in case.

"Got 'em!" PJ exclaimed with glee.

Pocket the Particles, the two made their way our of the lab with PJ shrinking and jumping back on Jamie's shoulder.

After making sure the coast was clear, the young Captain walked out and headed down the hall to the exit. So far, so good.


Back with Peter and Howard Stark, the two were approaching the elevator when Peter tried to engage in small talk.

"I, uh, see you have some flowers and... sauerkraut." He said, eyes the tin in the genius' hand, "Who's that for?"

"Ah, it's for my wife." Howard replied.

"Oh. You two have a date tonight?"

"Something like that. She's actually expecting, and this is to, hopefully, make up for all the hours I've been away at the office."

At that, Peter had frozen and zoned out when he heard the word "expecting", not catching anything said after that. And then it hit him. 1970 was the year Tony Stark was born. So Mrs. Stark was currently pregnant with...Tony. How did he forget that?

"Congratulations." He said as the elevator began to ascend, still shocked out of his mind.

"Thanks. Hold this for me, will ya?" Howard asked as he held out the flowers and sauerkraut.

"Oh, sure." Peter took it and held the flowers in the hand with the briefcase and in the other hand, the sauerkraut. As he took them, Howard began fixing his tie. There was a silence aside from the elevator going up. Keeping the conversation going, and a little curiosity as the motivator, Peter asked a question. "If you don't mind me asking, how far along is she?"

Taking in his question, Howard paused from his tie to try and gesture to Peter, but he scoffed and went back to his tie. "I don't know, haha. She's at the point where she can't stand the sound of my chewing. Looks like I'll be having dinner in the pantry again."

Peter let out a small chuckle at that, wondering what to say next. He was still slightly shocked that he was standing next to and talking to Howard Stark. THE Howard Stark. A few seconds later, he thought of something.

"I, uh, I don't have any kids myself, but I do have a little sister." Peter said, remembering Morgan back home. "I've pretty much raised her. So, I know what it's like to know a baby's coming."

"Ah, a girl would be nice. Less of a chance she'd turn out exactly like me." Howard replied, finished with his tie.

"What'd be so awful about that?"

"Let's just say that the greater good has rarely outweighed my own self-interests."

The elevator had reached the top and the doors opened and Howard walked out. Whereas Peter stood there for a moment, taking it that in.


Harley snuck around the back of a truck and came along the driver's side and took a breath. He hoped and prayed this went well.. He didn't have his armor with him at the moment and he didn't want to get shot.

'Here we go,' he said to himself.

Inside the truck, a soldier was eye this picture of a girl. But he was pulled away from that when someone knocked on the door.

"Excuse me, sir. You've got a flat tire here."

The soldier looked a d saw a young man in...it seemed to be casual clothes. It didn't look like any fashion he'd seen.

It was really a short-sleeve black button up shirt over a Jurassic Park t-shirt, a pair of bright blue jeans, and a pair of red Converses. None of which the soldier understood.

"What're you wearing?" He asked Harley, confused by his wardrobe.

Looking down at himself, Harley shrugged and chuckled nervously. "Jurassic Park. It's a classic. Don't worry, you'll get it in a few decades or so. Seriously though, you've got a flat tire here, sir."

The soldier opened the door and jumped down to see what Harley was talking about.

"Do you have clearance to be here?"

Oops. Harley didn't expect him to ask that question. But he was prepared for that...somewhat. "Uh, yes sir. I'll show you in a sec." He said, stepping aside so the man could pass by.

The soldier squatted down and looked at the front driver's side tire but saw nothing wrong with it.

"What tire did you say it was?" He asked, slowly getting up.

"Oh, it was this one," Harley replied, taking the truck door and with a lot of force, pushed it and hit the soldier square on his forehead, sending him back onto the ground.

Running over to him, Harley knelt down and saw the bruise already starting to redden.

"Oooh, sorry about," he winced, "Appreciate your service, sir."

The soldier though, said nothing. He was completely unconscious, still breathing, thankfully.

"Alright, now what am I going to do with you?" He wondered out loud.


Over in another part of the base, Peter and Howard had exited the "secret facility" and were just walking and talking.

"So, where are you at with names?" Peter asked.

"Well, if it's a boy, my wife likes Elmonzo."

Unable to hold it back, Peter burst out in laughter. "I'm sorry. Not to be rude, I just didn't expect that. Wow, uh, thats really out there."

"Don't worry, I know what you mean," Howard said, laughing a little himself. "I couldn't get it either when she suggested it."

"Well, you've still got a little time. I'm sure you'll come up with something."

Howard nodded at that. As he did, a thought came to him, a curious one. A thought of a nervous father to be. "Let me ask you a question. You said you had to raise your little sister, right? What happened to your parents?"

"Well, her-...uh, our Dad had passed away about a year before she was born. He didn't even know that P-...that Mom was pregnant yet." Peter had to catch himself twice. He wasn't used to calling Pepper "Mom" or anything like that, thought she was motherly. Still, he continued. "So with him gone, I had to be the man of the house, so to speak, 'cause I was only sixteen at the time. But the point is, I still had to man up."

"And look at you now! All grown up and at MIT." Howard complimented in a joking manner. Peter laughed at that and nodded. "Oh, but what I was going ask was, when she was born, your sister, were you nervous?"

"Oh, completely! Yes, sir."

"Did you feel qualified? Like you had any idea how to successfully operate that thing?"

Peter scoffed and shook his head. "I literally pieced it together as I went along, I thought about what my Dad did, and...did my best."

"My old man, he never met a problem he couldn't solve with a belt." Howard added with a scoff.

Peter somewhat understood Howard there. Fathers could be tough at times, like Tony.

"I get that.. I thought my dad was tough on me at times. But I know he did it with the best intentions for me. And now, looking back, I just remember the good stuff, you know. He did leave me with some good advice though."

"Yeah? Like what?"

Peter smiled as he thought back to almost twelve years ago in 2017, when he was scolded by Tony for "not being responsible" as Spider-Man and took away his suit. He was so worried about how this would effect him, saying that "he was nothing without the suit".

But then he remembered the words Tony said to him, words that would stick with him for years to come.

"If you're nothing without the suit, then you shouldn't have it."

Though it might have seemed harsh, there was a lesson that came from it.

"He helped me see that it's not what you have that makes you who you are. It's what you do that matters. What you do for yourself and for others...that's what matters."

Howard exhaled through his nose and smiled. "Smart guy."

"He did his best." Peter replied with a humble shrug.

"I tell you, that kid's not even here yet, and there's nothing I wouldn't do for him." Howard said, thinking about his future ventures as a father and what it'd be like. One thing was for sure, he'd give it his all.

"Good to meet you, Peters." He said as he once again held out his hand.

Peter smiled and took the hand and shook it. "Yes sir. Howard. Everything's gonna be all right." He said reassuringly. "Your son's gonna love you, sir."

"How do you know that?"

At that, Peter shrugged and gave a sly smile. "Call it a hunch."

"Haha! Thanks, kid." The billionaire genius said with a grateful smile.

Hearing the man say that, those last two words, took Peter a back as he remembered Tony. And it was almost as if he was right there in front of him saying that. Even though he knew it wasn't really him, it still meant a lot to Peter.

Patting Peter on the shoulder, Howard walked past him and too his car where his butler was waiting. As he did that, Peter looked over and saw Jamie who gave him a thumbs up.

Seeing this, Peter responded by pointing to his briefcase and returning the thumbs up. To which Jamie nodded and kept looking around to make sure no one saw him.

"Hey, Peters?" Peter heard his fake name called. It was Howard, he was standing near his car.

"Yes, sir?" He replied.

"Just wondering, what was your dad's name?"

Hearing that, Peter let out a small chuckle before replying. "Tony. Short for Anthony, but everyone called him Tony."

Howard smiled at that and took that in. "Tony. Nice name."

And he turned back to his car to get in. But before he got in, he looked back to "Peters" and was curious. "Jarvis," He said, getting his driver's attention, "have we ever met that guy?"

The man, who's name was Jarvis, looked over to Peter and tried to think. But he couldn't place it. "Well, you meet a lot of people, sir." he simply said.

"Hmm. Seems like a good kid. Got a good future ahead of him. "

With that, Howard slipped into the car and closed the door. Followed by Jarvis who got in the driver's seat.

The car started and slowly began to drove off. Howard waved to Peter one last time through the window and he waved back. As he did, a funny thought came to him. Tony was always like a father figure to him and yet, he always wondered what his father was like. Now he knew, his father, Howard Stark, was a good man who loved him very much. Like father, like son.

Now that that was over, Peter refocused and looked back over to where he saw Jamie hiding and headed over.

Over by a truck, Jamie stood and waited until he saw his older walking up to him.

"Hey! Have a nice chat?" He said.

"Actually, yeah," Peter replied, taking in a breath and letting out an even bigger one. He'd have to tell Jamie about who he was "chatting" with later. For now, they had a mission to complete. "Where's Harley?"

Suddenly, the window on the truck came down and out poked the head of Harley in a soldier's uniform, smiling down at them.

"You rang?" He said slyly.

Peter smiled at that and nodded. "And PJ?"

As if on cue, the young Lang popped out, or rather, grew back to his normal size, right next to Jamie and smiled as his helmet went back.

They were all here, ready to go.

"Alright, let's go." The Spider-Man said.

So they all jumped in the truck. Harley and Jamie in the back and Peter and PJ in the back...and Harley's armor, which had surprised Peter as he got in.

Finally, they were all in.

"Okay, here we go," Harley said, starting the truck up.

The truck cranked and soon, they were off. Driving up to the exit, Harley handed the man at the gate a pass he swiped from the soldier earlier.

It seemed to check out as the guard handed it back to Harley and lifted the bar for them to leave. And just like that, they were off. They had done it!

"Well, that went better than I thought," PJ said with relief. Peter laughed a little and nodded in agreement. "I honestly was worried we would get caught."

Suddenly, a siren went off and three Jeeps full of Military Police raced out of the camp and after them.

Seeing this in his rear view mirror, Harley looked out of the window and growled.

"You just had to say something, didn't you, PJ?" He exclaimed to the back.

PJ poked his head out the back of the truck and saw what Harley meant. "Oops."

"What're we gonna do?" Jamie asked with worry.

The Jeeps got closer and closer to the truck and began to try and surround it. In one of them, an MP stood in his seat and pulled out a bullhorn.

"Pull over now!" He ordered! "Pull over or we will open fire!"

That seemed to do the trick as they saw the truck pulling over to the side of the road.

The Jeeps then trapped the truck. One at the back, one up front, the other on the right side of it. The MPs all jumped out, some with rifles in hand and surrounded the vehicle.

"Step out of the vehicle!" The same MP ordered.

But nothing happened. "I repeat, step out of the vehicle. Now!"

Still, nothing. Growing impatient, the MP motioned for one of the others to go a get them out. The soldier did and walked up to the truck, opening one of the doors. But what he found left him dumbfounded.

"Uh, sir?" He called put to his superior, "They're gone."

"What?" The MP exclaimed.

"They're gone, sir."

Not believing it, his superior marched over to the vehicle and was shocked to find that his officer was telling the truth. The cab of the truck was completely empty, as was the back.

"Where the hell are they?" He wondered, scratching his head, completely confused.

Unbeknownst to him and the soldiers, the four that had occupied the truck were now long gone, back to their own time. And in their tow, the Tesseract, and the Pym Particles.


BOOM! 💥 💥 💥 I'M BACK! Haha, wow that was a big chapter. Sorry it took so long, but I wanted to make sure this chapter was good and fitting for our young heroes and how they'd react. The scenes with Peter and Howard, those were my favorites I believe. That and Harley's bit with that soldier. That was funny 😄😂😂. It yeah, it's done!

For those of you who are still here, thank you for sticking with me and I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Lemme know what you guys thought! Plssss! 🙏 🙏 🙏 😁

Now the Space Stone is acquired. And now...the Soul Stone...(sigh)...here we go. See you guys in the next one.👍