Sorry it's been a bit, some personal stuff going on in my life that's making it difficult to update this right now. But I will finish it, promise.

Green Hal37: Respectfully, I disagree. Sending the Power Stone to the Nova Corp would definitely change history, not to mention the paradox of two versions of the stone being in the same place at the same time. The Soul Stone needed to go The Phantom Zone for something that happens later. No kidding on the suit. Yep, it was. I don't plan for anymore bashing. Don't worry, I hated that scene and so won't include it.

Ellie Bishop: No kidding. Glad you liked that. I don't plan to include Kara, and if I did, she would be a little girl since they are going back to before Jor-El had his accident.

Guest 2.0: Yeah, I have to agree, although season five was good minus no jaw strap.

Avengers Compound

Night

Everyone got to their feet, staring at the six screens, showing the six Infinity Stones with the places they were located written under the 3D displays.

"Six Stones. Six teams. One shot," Steve said gravely. "We should all get some sleep tonight. Tomorrow, everything changes. For better or worse."

Later, everyone was in the kitchen, eating the pizza Barry had brought from Keystone City. While it was excellent, everyone was quiet, caught up in their own thoughts. Even Scott, who usually can't shut up, was silent, picking at the pepperoni on his Pizza. As Steve had said, everything changes tomorrow. Either they got the stones and brought everyone back, or they would massively screw with the timeline.

No pressure, right?

The sound of metal hitting glass pieced the air. Everyone looked up to see Slade with a knife, that he had just tapped against the bottle of Rm he had brought back with him.

"Brings back memories, right kid?" Slade said and only got a blank look from Oliver.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Oliver said honestly.

"If you drank that before, he wouldn't, time travel," Barry said and Slade nodded.

"Ten years ago, the two of us and Sara shared this just before we attempted to escape the island," Slade said and Oliver grimaced.

"That I do remember," Oliver muttered. "You were pissed you couldn't find the bottle."

"Well, that drink went sour the next day," Slade said darkly and there was a pause. "I hope this one won't."

Natasha and Steve got out enough glasses for everyone and Slade poured everyone a glass.

"What should we drink to, my friends?" Thor asked as they raised a glass.

"To sticking it to Thanos," Tony toasted.

"I'll drink to that," Clint raised his glass.

"To bringing back those we've lost," Steve toasted.

"And these we can't," Oliver added.

A moment of silence passed before they all took a drink. Those with a lower alcohol tolerance like Cisco and Scott initially gagged at the taste. But most of them simply appreciated the fine liquor.

"That is good stuff," Tony said as they lowered their glasses.

"You realize this does nothing for me, right?" Barry joked and Cisco playfully shoved him as everyone chuckled at their antics.

"We should all get some sleep. We get up bright and early tomorrow," Steve ordered.

Later that night, in the room Natasha had let him use, Oliver sat on his bed, staring down at a picture of him and Thea from before the Gambit. It was something he had always kept on him after returning home. He hoped he would get to see her again. Oliver was broken out of his musings as the door to his room opened. He pocketed the photo and looked up as Nyssa entered his room.

"Can't sleep?" Oliver inquired and she shook her head.

"It appears sleep eludes you as well," Nyssa noted and he shrugged.

"I might get my sister back tomorrow. I couldn't sleep if I tried," Oliver said simply.

"Have you…told William?" she asked hesitantly.

"No. There's hope now but…he's been through so much. If it happens, great. But I don't want to get his hopes up only to crush them," Oliver said and, after a moment, Nyssa nodded.

"You're a good father," Nyssa said and Oliver smiled weakly.

"I do okay. I'm still trying," Oliver said.

"You love your son. That is far more than could be said about mine," Nyssa said and it was silent for a moment.

"How do you feel about that? Seeing him again?" Oliver asked curiously and she smiled tightly.

"My father had died long before you shoved a sword through his chest. What I will see tomorrow is a phantom, wearing his face," Nyssa said blankly and, after a moment, Oliver nodded.

"I guess I can understand that. We should try to get some sleep, we're no good to anyone if we're dead on our feet," Oliver said.

Nyssa made no move to leave and Oliver laid down in bed, scooting over. Sensing the open invitation, Nyssa laid down next to him, the pair quickly falling asleep.

In what had been Wanda's old room, Barry was looking at an old photograph of Wanda and Pietro. Behind him, Cisco and Caitlin watched him as they processed this.

"You love her," Caitlin said and Barry smiled weakly.

"I never thought I could love someone other than Iris. Then I met Wanda. Everything was just about the mission, about getting back here. I wasn't expecting to fall in love and neither was she," Barry said as he put the picture down.

"But you felt this connection to her. Like she knew you in ways no one else did," Cisco muttered and Barry smiled.

"Yeah. I think you two would like her," Barry said as he looked over at them.

"I'm sure we will. But…you know Iris won't take this well," Caitlin pointed out and Barry grimaced.

"I'm aware and I'm not looking forward to dealing with it. But when I think about the future…I don't see Iris in it, for maybe the first time. I love her; part of me will always love her. But she's part of my past. Wanda is my future, provided we succeed," Barry said.

"We will man. We have to," Cisco said with such conviction it was hard to disagree with him.

"We do," Barry agreed. "Because I'm not sure what I'll do if we don't."

Roy was in the kitchen, long after everyone else had left to go to bed or something. He saw staring down at the Hozen, lost in thought when someone spoke up behind him.

"Must be a pretty interesting rock you got there," Clint said as he pulled out a chair, sitting down next to Roy.

"It's a Hozen. It symbolizes reconnecting," Roy muttered and Clint shrugged. "It belonged to Oliver's sister."

"You knew her?" Clint raised an eyebrow.

"I loved her," Roy said and Clint was silent.

"Did she love you?" Clint asked after a moment.

"Once. Now…I'm not sure. What I've done, what I've become…I'm not sure she'll look at me the same way," Roy said softly and it was silent between them.

"You know, in Mexico they have a name for you," Clint mentioned and Roy raised an eyebrow. "La flecha roja."

"And that means?" Roy asked blankly.

"The Red Arrow. They call you that because, apparently, your arrows drip with the blood of your victims," Clint said and Roy looked away.

"I never killed anyone," Roy muttered.

"Which makes you a better man than me," Clint said as he looked down at his hands. "You may not have blood on your hands but I do. Too much. You may have gone on a rampage, but you came out of it with your soul intact. Not everyone is so lucky."

Clint clapped Roy on the shoulder before he stood up and walked out of the room. Roy stared after him for a moment before he looked back at the Hozen.

In his room, Steve was staring at his compass, open to the picture of Peggy. He stared at it for a few more moments before he closed it. Steve then placed it in a box in front of him before closing the lid. Steve placed the box in his closet before walking out. Feeling a bit hungry, Steve thought he'd make a sandwich or something. He opened the door and nearly ran right into Natasha.

"Nat," Steve said as he stopped himself.

"In a rush?" Natasha joked.

"No, just on my way to get a sandwich. Couldn't sleep?" he asked and she shook her head.

"Makes two of us I guess," Natasha noted then got an odd look on her face.

"What?" Steve asked, worried something was wrong.

"You don't have your compass," she said simply.

If this were anyone else, he would have asked how they knew that. But Steve had learned long ago to not ask questions about Natasha's ability to pick up on even the most trivial detail.

"Yeah, I put it away," Steve said simply.

Natasha frowned and he knew that she knew him well enough that he wouldn't have done it without a good reason.

"Want to get a sandwich with me and I'll tell you about it?" Steve offered.

Later, Steve and Natasha sat across from each other, two sandwiches in front of them, untouched, as they talked.

"I had a talk with Barry earlier, about Wanda," Steve started.

"They're in love," Natasha said matter of factly. "It wasn't hard to see with the way he looks when he talks about her."

"Yeah," Steve said with a nod. "When he was talking about her…it made me realize I've been holding onto Peggy, afraid to move forward. I had to let her go."

"Just like that?" Natasha asked surprised.

"Yeah, just like that. I realized that the guy who loved Peggy Carter went into the ice in 1945. Someone different came out," Steve said after a moment.

"Wow, you've had quite the epiphany," Natasha said as she took a bite out of her sandwich.

"I guess deep down, I always knew this. I just…didn't want to accept it," Steve said wistfully.

"So, if you're not who you were in 1945, who are you then?" Natasha asked and Steve shrugged.

"I'm not sure," Steve said honestly.

"Well, I look forward to finding out," Natasha said with a smirk.

"So do I. Once this is all over, maybe you can help me find out," Steve said only half joking.

"Maybe," Natasha said with an unreadable look on her face as she looked at him with a look Steve couldn't place.

A slow chapter but it felt weird just going straight to the mission. Next chapter, the Time Heist will start.