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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 6 : March 15th (Mid-Night)

"Truth or dare? You can't be fucking serious." I complained. 'We played this game last time. Clint made it his job to get everyone, except Natasha of course, without a top on. He didn't state his motives at the time, but later he said that he was trying to make Cap blush like a tomato.'

"Fury gave his orders." Natasha stoically defended. She didn't want to do it, I could tell be her closed off body posture, so she called it work as an excuse.

"Yeah." Clint agreed. "Even if we're going to play a game...for...teenage...girls." Clint's enthusiasm decreased through out his statement, and it was admirably hilarious.

"Do Cap and Thor even know how to play?" I asked. 'I questioned this last time, then Natasha answered, 'We taught them how to play before we called you up here.''

"We taught them the basics before we asked Jarvis to get you." Bruce responded.

"Okay." I replied simply, not being able to trust myself to say anything intelligent at the moment, because I was freaking out on the inside. 'That was nothing like last time. Damn Butterfly effect, the only thing I can use my future knowledge for is Loki's attack.' "So who's gonna go first?" I asked, still panicked internally.

"I shall volunteer to go first in this new found game where we shall ask others to tell embarrassing Truths and do equally embarrassing dares Dares!" Thor boomed. "I decide to ask Clint to tell the truth!"

"Okay dude. No need to be so formal." Clint tried to get Thor to be quieter. "What's the question?"

"Do you have feelings for Lady Natasha?"

"Yes." Clint responded with stoic expression, but a quiet apprehensive voice. A small tinge of pink appeared on his cheeks, before he then tried to switch the topic as fast as possible. "My turn. Tony."

"Dare."

"Take your shirt off."

I slipped my shirt off.

"What the fuck Tony?" Clint exclaimed.

I was curious about why Clint was so surprised, but then I looked at me chest. In my arms, I held my shirt. On my chest however, I wore my undershirt. My undershirt is for when I don't want people to see the glow of the Arc Reactor. It covered the Reactor, and completely blocked it blue glow.

"Why do you have a second shirt on!" Clint asked, though his yelling made it seem like more of an exclamation than a question.

'Great, he probably think's I'm a gymnophobe now.'

"I have no obligation to answer that." I responded coolly.

'Remember, at this point in time we're dysfunctional, and everyone views me as an ass. No one has learned to read me yet. I may as well use this to my advantage.'

"Anyways, it's my turn." I declared. "Hmm.." I hummed while seemingly deciding who to pick. In truth though I was trying to remember who I asked in the other timeline. "Um...Clint."

'Why can't I fucking remember! I have fucking photographic memory!' I was freaking out on the inside, but I kept a cool exterior. 'I remember, during my weird acid trip to coming back here, there was a poem thing. This probably means a person did this, and said person could've erased some of my previous memories, which is not fair. I've been sent back in time for a reason, why shouldn't I be able to remember everything?!'

Suddenly there were fingers snapping in front of my face. "Tony!" I heard Bruce shout.

"Yeah?" I turned to see Bruce's face showing a mixture of confusion and concern.

"Clint said Dare." Bruce said it calmly, but his shoulders were noticeably tense.

"Oh." I quickly maneuvered the conversation away from the current topic. "I dare Clint to make Cap's face a red as a tomato, by any means necessary. You have until the end of this game." Clint was gonna do it anyways, so why the fuck not make everyone aware of it.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Cap gaping. His face was already starting to turn pink. The man could be embarrassed by almost everything.

"That is something I can agree to." Clint bounced happily. "And I now back to Tony again."

Keeping the game between Clint and I for three round probably meant we were ignoring the others, but I don't think Natasha, Bruce or Cap cared, and Thor was too...Thor to actually be angry.

"Dare."

"Okay Tony. I dare you to remove anything covering your body that is above your waist to the point of which we can see your bare chest." Clint looked way to serious while saying that.

Natasha gave him a look at said, 'seriously?'

"I just don't want him to loophole this like he did last time!" Clint defended, with his hands in that air as if to say, 'I surrender.'

"Fine." I obliged and removed my 2nd top. The blue glow o the Arc Reactor filled the room.

"Are you seriously wearing the Iron Man suit's battery on you right now?" Clint exclaimed.

I ignored the question.

"Hey. I said anything covering your chest. Take it off." Clint demanded.

I noticed Natasha giving me a concerned glare. Her face was stoic, but her eyes said it all.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Bruce tense slightly.

They were both concerned, but respected me enough not to say anything to anyone else. Even though they weren't saying anything, I knew that if anyone actually tried to take my Reactor, Nat and/or Bruce would maim them.

"No."

"Tony." Cap stood up. "You were a bully to Clint earlier today, and now you're cheating." Cap was slowly marching towards me. "This may be your house, but it gives you no just reason to be an ass." Cap was now towering above me. "Take it of-"

I felt a prick on my neck, before everything went dark.

(A/N) Story line will pick up after this, thank you for all your support while I write this!

I'm now aiming to update on the 1st of every month. If I skip an update, I'm either dead, dying, or lazy.

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