I sit for a moment, numb. Different Earths? What? But the more I think about it, how Captain America seemed to be genuinely confused about what I was talking about with Bucky, how he was actually young again, how Mr. Stark was acting like I had died all over again, how he and Black Widow were here, and ALIVE, the more I think that maybe it does make sense. Maybe just a little bit.

I turn to my right. I can see Mr. Stark processing the fact that he is now apparently on a different world, where I'm alive, and he was not. Captain America seems to be trying to wrap his head around the fact that Bucky was still alive, and that the version of himself here had left him to return to Peggy Carter. Black Widow seemed to be slightly choked up. Maybe processing the fact that it was she who had died on this world, and not whoever she had lost? No one really gave me many details about how they got stones, so I don't know who else was with her when she went over the cliff.

I turn back towards Fury. "Mr. Fury, sir. Why? And what? Why and how are they here? Doesn't their own world need them?"

Instead of Fury, Mr. Stark answers. "No, um. Something different happened on our world. A few things, actually. The main one though - I got the stones from Thanos, and snapped my fingers. Yeah?" I nod, following along. "But uh, Pepper, she took them from me as I was about to die. We think she asked them to save me. We don't, I don't know if it was the way she worded it, or if when I stopped trying to halt global warming, if something was released from the ice that reacted poorly with all the radiation from three snaps in close proximity to each other, or if the stones caused genes to mutate, or what. But people… people started changing. Think zombie and vampire, with a little werewolf thrown in. They feed on blood, but act like a zombie. Sunlight doesn't burn them. You can't kill them, at least not that we've found, and the full moon means they can hunt at night. Normally, for whatever reason, they are dormant at night, but when the moon is more than three quarters full, they're active at night. Most of the world has been overrun. It started about a week after we brought everyone back. The snap, it killed Pepper almost instantly, so she could save me, and it's slowly killing everyone else, too. We," He gestures around him. "Are the only Avengers left. There's nothing we can do, I've tried. It seems that everyone who was destroyed in the original snap, from Thanos was infected first, no matter where they were, and it's spread quickly. There is a chance that we four are the only ones left."

I look around, at the other two. "Four?" I don't add anything else, but they know what I mean.

"Yeah, I brought my kid with me. We were safe, our cabin was on protected land, no one could get in or out without me knowing. I had the Iron Legion on patrol 24/7, and the four of us were holed up there, until Nicky here showed up. We'd basically given up hope, we had no way of contacting anyone from outer space, and I didn't have the material needed to build a working space worthy ship. We deemed it to dangerous to leave, we were trying to wait it out until Carol would come check on us. We were hoping that we could find an abandoned planet to make our own, if it had taken over the rest of the universe too."

"You brought Morgan? Wait no, not important right now. Pepper didn't do that here, and nothing like that's happened, as far as I know, at least. She and Morgan live in Queens now, down the street from me and Aunt May. Wait. Mr. Fury, sir? Nothing's happened, right? These three, and Morgan and the magic guy, they're the only ones that you brought over, right? We don't have to worry about anyone else, anyone that might be infected?"

He shakes his head. "No. these four were the only ones that I brought over. We think that Mysterio managed to open a portal on his own, somehow. I have people tracking energy signatures to try to either shut it down or contain it, somehow. Apart, from that though, you're right about almost everything, kid."

"Almost?"

"I don't know who Morgan is, but I brought Michael with me. Where is he, by the way? I want to see my kid, he's probably scared."

What.

Michael? What? Where's Morgan? "No. Morgan. Where's Morgan? You said you saved your kid. You can't have left Morgan to die of some mutant zombie disease. Especially without her parents! It's already bad enough she lost one parent, I know my Morgan misses you tons! And you, you just- How could you just leave her like that!" I'm breathing quickly, my chest heaving. I realize that I'm beginning to panic. "You know what it's like to lose your parents!" Mr. Stark flinches. "But you were almost an adult! You were in college! She's gonna think that this is her fault, that you chose to leave her, and you just. You abandoned her?" There's tears now, dripping down my face. I still can't get enough air. The idea of my suedo sister, lost and broken without her parents, with no idea where they went or what happened to them, on an abandoned planet overrun with what they described? It's unthinkable.

"Kid."

There's a hand on my shoulder.

"Kid. I don't know who Morgan is, but I do know that I didn't leave my kid behind. In my world, me and Pepper," His voice cracks. "We had a little boy. We named him Michael Peter Stark. If we had had a little girl, it would have been Morgan Benji. Both after you, kid. You're saying that on this Earth, we had a little girl? Morgan? WAIT. Pepper. She's alive?" Both hands are on my shoulders now. I am turned towards him, his face only inches from mine. "I need you to understand that I would never abandon any of my kids that way. Not her, not Michael, and not you, kid. I would never do that. But I need to call her. Pepper. Video call her. Who else? Who else is alive? Who died? Please, kid." His voice breaks and fades out.

I don't answer him. Instead, I pull him against me, similar to when I returned to Earth. Hugging him, we both break into full on tears. Neither of us say anything, I am unaware of timing passing.

"Daddy?" I jerk back. There is a little boy, standing in the doorway, holding the hand of a female agent.