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Summary: Humanity has been lost to the ravages of the apocalypse. Nothing is left, all the Avengers are dead. Until one of them is given a second chance, by a mysterious entity. But are they willing?
Chapter 3 : Turn back the clock
It's a strange sensation. Being dead, that is. When I was dead, I felt...nothing. Not even the usual, nothing. It was like, less than nothing. I don't even remember what it felt like to be honest. Not even like sleeping. When you wake up from sleep, you know that you slept. I don't even know if I was dead.
So where am I now, to process coherent thoughts?
I'm in Avengers Tower, it's March 13th, 2014, at 8:46 AM.
I don't know how I know this, but I do.
The invasion happened at, 8:46 AM, on June 13th, 2014.
I'm in the past.
At this moment in time, Clint, Natasha, and Bruce were on the couch, watching TV. Steve was making a healthy breakfast. Thor was making pop tarts.
I still don't know how I know this. I can't even see.
I was in my workshop, pulling another 3 days without sleep or food.
Suddenly, I was back in my body. No broken ribs. No concussion. Injury free.
Was it a dream? Did I imagine it?
No.
The concussion was definitely real.
"JARVIS?" I asked hesitantly.
"Yes sir?" He answered politely.
"What's the date?" I asked, this time more confidently.
"March 13th, 2014, Sir." Jarvis answered.
The clock really has been turned back. Everyone is alive.
A huge grin crept it's way onto my face, until I remembered.
The world is going to end in 3 months.
My smile faltered, before disappearing completely.
But I can prevent it.
Confidence and defiance rushed through my veins.
"Jarvis. Make a new file, title of Z2K." I commanded. "Save it to my private server."
"Starting a new secret project are we sir?" Jarvis inquired.
"Yeah." I responded automatically.
I didn't know how I got here, or if anything is even real, but I was going to save all of us this time.