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A/N: So there's a TON of dialogue, sorry about that. This is mostly a filler chapter, trying to get the details out of the way, explain the multiverse (how I perceive it, at least), how Fury found the four of them, and some of the differences between worlds.

"Tony?" Her voice cracks. Instinctively, she reaches down and picks up the toddler that has wrapped himself around her knees. "Tony, how? Peter? Is, do you know?" In one fluid move, Mr. Stark is standing up, nearly knocking his chair over in his haste to get to his wife's counterpart. He stops just short of her, then slowly reaches up and cups her face in one of his hands, a loving look in his eyes.

And yeah, I do know, I know exactly what she's asking. "I think it's really him. The same up until Thanos snapped, and after that, only minor differences until the battle. Apparently, there's a multiverse, and well, almost everyone from their world died as a result of three snaps so close together. They came here to escape, and they saved my butt in Venice."

She latches on to what I say almost immediately, glancing sharply back at me. "Three? Wait, so not back from the dead? Explain." She steps back from Tony for a moment. A hurt look flashes in his eyes, but he doesn't try to stop her. Relief rushes through my body, glad she isn't asking what I mean by saving me in Venice. Maybe she saw the news, and already knew the vague details?

Before I can start trying to stutter out an answer to her question, however, Mr. Fury speaks up.

"Each choice creates a separate reality, yes? For example, something as simple as choosing a different move on a computer game can dictate whether you win or not, and the outcome of that match can change whether you are still playing or not, an hour later. Now, that might not seem like much, but in that hour, if you hadn't been sitting at your desk with your computer, or reading emails, or playing that game, you might be outside, you might get hit by a car, you could be mugged, you could be struck by lightning. Each person's individual choices branch off into a separate reality, and there is a new reality for each choice you could have chosen. In the last five minutes, there were dozens of different ways you could have handled walking in here. You could have left, you could have slapped someone, then left, you could have accused us of using Tony's cloaking device to create masks so people could take these three identities. Another example is how truly random a fetus' genetic makeup is. Theoretically, there could be a universe where everyone but Parker is the same gender, but he's a girl. Now imagine, if your grandmother had been born a boy, how different life could be? Imagine if Howard Stark had been female. No one would have really taken her seriously, back in the twenties, thirties, forties. We might not even have Captain America, which means we might not have been able to defeat Hydra in World War 2, or maybe we would have lost the Battle of New York back in 2012, without the Steve here to help you. Do you see what I'm saying?" There are hesitant nods all around.

"Now, the reality that these four are from simply branched off around the time that Thanos snapped. We can't really know for sure, but so far, the only major difference before the snap was reversed, was that your daughter was born as a boy. Michael," He points at the kid Pepper is still holding. He has one of his thumbs in his mouth, and the other is playing with her hair, rubbing it back and forth between his fingers. "Instead of Morgan."

Pepper looks at the little boy in her arms, shock crossing her face as she realizes why he was so comfortable in her arms. "Michael, huh?" She smiles up at Tony. "After my grandfather, right?"

Mr. Stark nods. "Michael Peter, after this one." He points vaguely in my direction. "And our, our daughter? Morgan? Her middle name, it's Benji, right?"

Pepper nods, tears in her eyes.

Mr. Rogers and Miss Romanov have sat quietly through the whole exchange. I've watched them out of the corner of my eye. I don't trust them, even if they are who they say they are. I don't know what's happened in my own world between the three, let alone in their world. But last I knew, here, they definitely didn't get along as well as they used to. I feel the need to both reserve my right to make my own judgment on them, as well to watch Mr. Starks back.

I jerk my attention back to the conversation around me. Pepper has stepped forward again, and is now leaning into Mr. Stark's side, one of his arms around her waist. "I know that the last five years have probably been different for you. Very different. For both of us. Different experiences, and everything. But the kids, they don't know that. And you're saying we had a little girl here?" Pepper nods. "Wow." He looks awestruck.

She laughs slightly. "That's almost the exact same thing you said when you found out I was pregnant with her. Lot more swearing then, though."

Mr. Fury clears his throat. "I'm glad that we've all been caught up, brought up to speed. But we need to move on. Plenty of time for chit chat later. Sit down." They do so, Michael still on his not-moms lap. "Stark. You said you brought data over? Upload it to our servers."

Mr. Stark nods. "FRIDAY? Can you send over everything from my suit? All records gathered from home? THen compare it to the records they have here. We need to see what's different. Focus on who survived the first snap, then go from there."

"Yes, boss. Anything else?"

"Just throw it up on the screen when you're done."

"Data compiled, sir. No differences between those lost in the snap. The first difference found is Michael vs Morgan Stark. After that, slight differences in training regimen and diet of Avengers found. Additionally, your work in asthma research was not done on this Earth, as Morgan has no documented record of having asthma. Instead, here, you focused your efforts on global warming, trying to slow the melting of the ice caps. No connections found between that and the disastrous disease on our Earth."

She pauses for a moment. "It seems that the Tony Stark from this Earth never altered Karen's coding to remove instant-kill, seeing it as a useless task after Spider-Man no longer existed. On this planet, the Instant-Kill in Peter's suit is what saved him from the aliens, assisted by Captain America using Mjolnir to allow Peter to hitch a ride, so to say."

"It seems that the alteration of training regimens and diet with the Avengers is what allowed Clint Barton to narrowly beat out Natasha Romanov, allowing him to sacrifice himself instead. This Earth's Black Widow spent approximately two minutes longer per day training her precision and reaction time, allowing her to secure Hawkeye to the cliff face instead."

"It seems that the lack of Spider-Man on the battlefield somehow led to the destruction of several other people, but my data is inconclusive, as sensors and such were destroyed in the fighting. And lastly, the sacrifice of Pepper Stark obviously did not happen in this world. I do not have data to support reasoning as to why or why not, but I can only guess that it has something to do with Michael and Morgan."

"There were no other major differences that I found, although I will continue to run scans to search."

All of us at the table look shocked. The Black Widow has a tear on her face, and Captain America looks devastated as well. Mr. Fury's face is hard, but there is no other indicator of emotion.

"Look. That was more information than I was hoping to get. In all honesty, I was thinking there would be at least a few hours before it was all compiled. For now, let me gather some more intel. Try to get the remaining Avengers back together. See if Old Glory (A/N: lol) is still around. Give me a few days. Truthfully, we are not nearly as prepared as I would like to be to even attempt to handle this. It ain't a perfect world anymore. We'll figure out accommodations in a moment. For now, though. Pepper, are you going to be taking Parker home, or is he staying here since he was a big part of all the shit that went down in Venice?"

I look at Pepper for a moment, eyeing the boy, now asleep, on her lap, at the same time, letting her know that it was entirely up to her. "Actually, Nick. Can you give us a moment, please?" When he nods, she stands up carefully, gesturing for me and Mr. Stark to follow her. We do so silently, the only noise is her heels clicking softly against the tile.

When we are outside, and out of earshot of Mr. Rogers, she turns to us. "I know, I know that you aren't my Tony, and I'm not your Pepper. But the kids, the kids don't know that. He thinks I'm his mother, Tony. And Morgan, she'll think you're her father. I don't know what to do. Logically, we both know that you and I are different people than who we've known over the last several years. But they're just kids. We told Morgan that you were missing, Tony. Missing. Like we used to tell her Peter was. And now he's back, and she thinks you're coming back too. I can't hurt her like that. You four, are you planning on staying on our Earth?"

Mr. Stark nods. "The Iron Legion was about to be overrun by some sort of mutant vampire zombies. We're not sure what caused it, but suspect that it was having three snaps of the gauntlet so close to each other. We'd just about given up hope when Fury gets Dr. Strange to open up a portal into our living room. Took us by surprise, we aren't even sure how he found us, of if Strange saw it as one of the possible futures and knew what was happening. Whatever the case, yes. We're planning to stay here. Fury told us our counterparts were out of the picture, but he didn't say how. We just assumed the battle, but it seems we were wrong. Why?"

Instead of answering, she turns to me. "Are you planning to go home tonight? Or did you want to stay here?"

I don't even need to think before I answer. "I was planning on going home. But I can stay if you need me to. It's up to you, Mo- ma'am."

She smiles softly at me, noticing my slip up. "Do you want to keep Morgan with you tonight? And I… I think I'll stay here. Is that weird?" She directs the question at both of us.

"Of course not!"

"Pep, they're probably just gonna have us sleep on couches, you should go home, sleep in an actual bed. I know how tired you get after your board meetings."

Maybe I didn't quite think my answer all the way through.

"Then come back with me. Morgan can stay with Peter and May, you and can Michael can stay with me. If you guys are going to be staying, I'm going to be part of Michael's life, and you are going to be part of Morgan's. I've seen how much it's torn her apart to lose you. I can't let that continue if you're going to be here. I know it's weird, but… I just can't do that to her. And you and I need to talk, preferably without prying ears." She looks pointedly at me.

Whoops.

"If it's too weird, you can sleep on the couch, okay? But we need to do this, sort things out before they get even more complicated. Okay?"

Mr. Stark nods slowly. "Okay. Yes. Ok, we can do this. We gonna tell Fury, or we just gonna leave?"

Pepper rolls her eyes. "Come on. I'll explain to Fury."

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