here's the start of the new ending ya'll please do not call paw patrol. It is here. I'm currently writing a real book, but I felt I owed ya'll a good ending (maybe some shorts), so here she be.

Please comment constructive criticism only. I know I started when I was fifteen, so let's be a little patient with the child writer lmao, I'm almost 20 now.

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"She is angry."

"I'd be pretty angry too if Spangles stabbed me." Tony muttered, passing the man a look.

Steve just looked hurt and averted his eyes. Tony found it annoying that he couldn't make the man feel any worse than he already did.

Mantis closed her eyes and took a breath. "I can't wake her."

"Yeah, she's not going to." Shuri added, her head in her hands while she sat at a workstation.

Tony felt his gut churn at that and looked to the Wakandan girl. "Ever?"

"Well," Shuri let out a frustrated sigh. "Something is keeping her alive."

"Is she brain dead?"

"How could she be angry if she's brain dead?" Tony snapped back at Steve. "Answer me that."

"No, it's…" Shuri stood up and walked back over to Lincoln on the table. "I don't understand it. I didn't make this suit."

"Yeah, I made it." Tony wanted to snap at her too, "Can you explain faster?"

"No, I made something in this." Shuri said, pointing at Lincoln's unconscious body while Mantis kept a hand on her face. "It's Wakandan. It's holding energy- Her energy."

"So…put it back in her?" Tony threw up a hand. "You're not explaining this fast enough."

"No." Strange finally spoke up from his quiet perch in the corner of the room. "No, there's something else here."

"Yeah, I'm reading something wrong or…" Shuri shook her head. "I adjusted this suit…next week."

"How could you possibly-"

"Someone made a paradox." Strange said then, looking pointedly at Shuri. "Do you have any idea how dangerous that is?"

"Woah," Tony held up a hand at the two of them. "So, Shuri made a thing to hold energy inside of my kid's suit. But she made it next week? Did you invent time travel before me?"

"No, I…" Shuri shrugged helplessly, opening and shutting her mouth. "I guess…not yet?"

"Not ever, actually." Strange tried to come closer to Lincoln, but Tony stood in his way. "Move, Stark."

"Something tells me I'm not going to like what you're about to do."

Steve got up too. "What are you doing?"

"I need to repair the paradox before it actually blows up in our faces."

"Repair it?" Shuri moved in his way too with a small glare. "Like removing my future work?"

"Precisely." Strange nodded, waving his hand and sliding all three of them back from Lincoln. "Thank you."

"That'll kill her." Shuri chimed in fast, making Tony react with his nanobots wrapping around his hand.

Steve got to the wizard first, throwing himself at him and shoving Strange back far from where Lincoln was.

Tony moved to Lincoln's side with Shuri while Mantis backed away from the scene. Strange was only further annoyed by this and opened a portal below himself and Steve. The cape caught Strange but the super soldier went tumbling down into god knows where. Tony shot his repulsor at Strange, but it was quickly blocked and Tony was restrained to the ground with gold ropes.

Shuri didn't even have a chance to try before she was tied down too. Tony could only watch in horror as Strange approached his kid. The wizard took a slow breath and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"I'm sorry." He dug his fingers down into the metal, bending it with a claw made of gold energy. "I know you'd do anything to protect the universe. Let's do it one last time together-"

Tony pushed against the floor with all his strength, begging to get up and stop him. Then, right when he was sure it'd be too late, a flash of purple blinded him and the room.

Strange cried out and flew back against the wall, hitting it hard and crumpling on the ground.

Tony scrambled back to his feet and Mantis moved back to Lincoln and held her head. Shuri came too.

"I forgot to tell him." She pulled up her screen again. "There's more in here. I think I made a defense system too."

"You think?" Tony held his side, trying to rub away the soreness of being tied down and thrown like a ragdoll.

"I added a message." She typed more on the screen. "I just have to track it down. Maybe it's something about 'time traveling'."

"Are we serious about time travel?" Tony asked her then. "Because I am brilliant. I don't want anyone to get that wrong, but…that's a little…out there."

"These are project codes for a week from now." She pointed at the top of the screen. "I keep track of all my projects with codes so I can keep files and records of them. You know, in case anything goes missing or haywire. This is not a code I've made yet and I would never mess up my system."

"We can add OCD with the paradox-crazy wizard." Tony nodded, "I'll accept it. A week?"

"There." Shuri stared at the screen as it pulled up letters. "PYM. Pym?"

"Oh, fuck." Tony scowled at it.

"You know what this is?"

"Yeah," Tony nearly groaned. "Dear dad's old science partner."

"He must be able to help." Shuri turned to walk away. "I'll send for him right now. Do you know where to find him?"

"Unfortunately." Tony took over her computer and put in the address. "He's lucky I'm desperate. Let's just say that."

"What's wrong with him?"

"He's a bit…prickly."

"Hm," Shuri scoffed at him. "Well, he's going to have some competition so long as you're here."

"Trust me," Tony sighed, "You'll love me after you meet him."

"How is she?" Loki asked, trying to keep his mind occupied while an earth creature with a brain sculpted his arm.

"Oh, I never visited," Thor sat down. "That spider boy was seated outside, as was the man with the metal arm and Natasha."

"The whole point of you going there was to see how she was doing." Loki nearly hissed back. "Go back and ask!"

"I did ask." Thor looked offended, "They said they didn't know."

"You didn't demand answers?"

Loki had had enough with Thor's carelessness since Lincoln had nearly been (Or had been) killed. This was getting absurd.

"I risk my life-"

"Oh, please," Thor chuckled, "I wouldn't have let him kill you. It was very brave what you did."

"Selfless!" Loki snapped, "I've lost my arm! Just tell me if she's alive!"

"Well, I don't know."

"If you don't stop yelling…" Rocket grumbled back, crouching over the metal and slowly raising his tone, "I'm going to tear apart everything you have left of this useless limb and sell it as meat!"

Loki wanted so badly to yell at this thing, but supposedly he was the best. If he wanted an arm before he grabbed the thing by the throat, he was going to have to hold his tongue.

"Brother." Loki looked up at him slowly with retrained fury. "Go. Ask."

Thor huffed to himself and got up. "Do you at least want some of the food I got-"

Loki just glared at him, making him leave with a roll of his eyes.

"Will it still work?" Loki asked then, looking back at the animal. "I have abilities."

"Are they mental or physical?"

"Well…" Loki blinked at the question and looked away. "It's…"

"Guess we'll find out." Rocket tossed a metal piece off the table and hopped down to cross the room.

Loki was tempted to try and lift the finished work, but hesitated to ask. "Is it done?"

"Easy." Rocket came back to the table with a contraption of cold fabric wrapped around several rectangular objects. "Last step, then you can get out of my sight."

"Trust me, it will be a pleasure to us both." Loki watched as he laid the object down over his pieced together arm. "Will this hurt?"

"You don't want me to answer that."

Rocket pressed a button and Loki choked on air from the pain. Luckily it was gone as quickly as it was there. The animal snickered to itself and shook his head. Loki just felt humiliated and got up to leave, flexing his arm and hand in the process.

"You're lucky you saved all our asses." Rocket added as Loki left. "Otherwise I woulda made it someone else's problem."

"Yes, well." Loki turned to leave, feeling frazzled. "I appreciate your service."

He stepped out into the main room with the table of other misfit aliens. Among them was none other than Thor playing card games.

"Loki!" Thor smiled, "You're better. Come join us."

Loki did not really have the patience for such people. He left without saying another word, wandering out onto the battlefield he'd been on not long before. He held his new hand toward the grass, willing a spell past his fingertips that his mother had taught him when he was younger. The grass thickened and bloomed upwards with seeds spilling over the top. Green energy flowed past his fingers even on the silver metal as if he'd always had it.

Reaching down to touch said grass was slightly disappointing though as he didn't feel it how he remembered. He could sense something was there. His hand told him so. However, it didn't register the scratchiness of its surface. It felt as if he was touching grass through a glove. It wasn't his hand, but it would have to do. Besides, it wasn't as if saving the universe was going to come without consequences. While he wanted to be bitter, he knew it was better to be grateful that the price had not been his or his brother's life.

Loki didn't spend forever testing out this hand of his. Instead, he made his way back into the city on a path toward Lincoln. He wasn't by any means a healing witch like his mother, but he did know a trick or two if those mid-guardians had given up already.

"You," Loki addressed the younger boy he'd traveled with previously, "Parker, yes?"

"Uh," Peter nodded quickly, freezing in his place outside a bedroom with his arms full of Lincoln's personal effects. "Yes? Loki…sir?"

"Where is she?"

"Ms. Rogers?"

"Ms. Patel." Loki corrected with a slight frown. "You know where she is?"

"Well, uh," Peter shifted to start to walk back down the hall again. "Mr. Stark said I'm not supposed to say, cause you could tell Dr. Strange."

Loki narrowed his gaze at the boy and followed him cautiously down the hall. "I have no business telling that warlock anything."

"You did save the universe with your arm." Peter peeked over his stack of stuff to look at Loki's new ligament. "Umm…Okay, I guess so. Mr. Stark and Shuri are taking her away from Dr. Strange because he's trying to undo something that's keeping her alive."

Peter started in a more brisk walk down the hall.

"What is keeping her alive?"

"I don't actually know." Peter winced a bit, ascending the stairs two at a time with Loki in pursuit. "Mr. Stark said it had something delicate. It needed to be fixed within a week or they'd have to give her to Dr. Strange."

"Well, they'll need my expertise then." Loki fixed his jacket as they reached the top and stepped out onto a pad with a Wakandan jet.

"Oh Christ, kid." Stark groaned immediately, forcing a smile out of Loki. "You picked up a pest on your way."

"Yes, yes," Loki stepped by him into the jet to have a look at Lincoln. "I only saved your life and future. No need for thanks."

"It was a group effort." Tony snipped back, turning to shut the hanger behind Peter.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Stark," Peter apologized then, "I just thought since Loki's a god, he could help keep Dr. Strange away."

Loki looked over Lincoln's unconscious body. She didn't seem at peace like his father always did in odinsleep. Instead something kept her restless but unaware at the same time. He imagined it must be immensely frustrating to be in that state.

"What is it then?" Loki asked, getting Stark's attention back. "That's keeping her alive?"

"A paradox…so to speak." Tony stood on the other side of Lincoln on her medical table. "Genius kid in the cockpit made something to store the power stone energy. It keeps her alive. We think it's because her cells fused with it all that time ago."

"How do we wake her up?"

"That is the tricky part." Shuri called back, stepping out of the cockpit now that they were in the air. "I think I know the password. I know what I need to put in to wake her up."

"But?" Loki looked between them before nodding at the exchanged glances. "You won't."

"Paradox, as in 'time paradox'." Tony explained further. "We think if we wake her up before we make the device, it might cause the problem that Dr. Abnormal is so afraid of."

"How…" Loki furrowed his brow. "You must have the time stone."

"No," Tony shook his head, "Which means that sometime between now and next Thursday, myself, Prodigy, and Ant McGee make something that can put this on her before today."

Loki felt a bit more confused with the situation than he was even before it was explained to him, but he wasn't about to argue with them. He trusted that Stark wanted her alive just as much as he did. Loki wasn't quite done yet exploring a possible friendship with someone who was very much the only one of her kind.

He'd be thoroughly disappointed if she died too soon.

And he might be more disappointed if they tore a hole in reality.

"You'll need my help then." Loki nodded decisively, "I can hide her from him."

"Can you hide her?" Shuri scoffed a bit, "From the sorcerer supreme?"

"Oh please," Loki scoffed right back. "Like I didn't spend years learning how to sneak around Heimdall and Odin himself. A week is childsplay. I've hidden myself from the most powerful beings in the universe for decades at a time."

"I can help him too." Peter chimed in, definitely ruining Loki's moment.

"No," Tony gave the boy a stern look. "You are going home to your Aunt May. She is probably worried sick about you."

"I can see her aft-"

"Nuh uh," Tony waved a hand at him. "You're going home."

"Yes, I won't be hiding him." Loki agreed, getting his attention back. "But I can hide her."

"We're not letting you take her anywhere," Tony said, looking at Loki again. "She stays with us."

"Metaphysically, that is." Loki added with a smile, "So we have an agreement? I give you your week and in exchange you don't tear a hole in the universe."

"Works for me." Shuri smiled and nodded, going back to the cockpit. "I would hide her sooner rather than later though. That wizard won't stay down for long."

Now, perhaps Loki overestimated himself a little. Sure, it was one thing to hide himself for years from the most powerful beings in the universe. He never lied on that part. The issue was that he now had to hide himself plus four other people from a type of magic he was only vaguely familiar with. His mother practiced it, but he was never interested in it when she wanted him to learn. He was more of the trickster type than the 'balance the universe' type of witch.

The only break he caught was with the fact that those damn tarot cards glued to Lincoln's hand ran with similar magic to the one he wanted to hide from. He'd have to draw from that and those ear piercings of hers in order to hide from this Wizard.

He was already feeling the wear on his protective shield by the time they made it to where Stark wanted to hide.

He could last a week, but it wasn't going to be easy.

Tony took a deep breath outside the front door of a horribly familiar acquaintance. He knew his father and Pym had a falling out a good many years ago and maybe that left Pym with only a fraction of the Stark fortune, but Tony really didn't want to get too deep into the dispute. He wasn't here for that after all. He was here because they both had a mutual kid that needed both their help.

The old man that opened the door before Tony could knock caught his eyeline immediately and Tony felt a shiver run up his spine. This really, truly, was the last place he wanted to turn.

Pym's brow furrowed at him, "Anthony Stark."

"Hank." Tony managed to cough out, suppressing any and all nerves.

"You can't have it."

"I didn't even ask for anything yet." Tony looked back over his shoulder. "Can I come in?"

Hank looked around behind him before opening the door more. Tony entered like he wasn't nervous to do so and the door was shut behind him.

"Let's cut right to the chase." Pym started, walking right by Tony with that old man limp of his. "Before you ask-"

"I need your help."

Pym stopped in his tracks and looked back at him with such a scowl of confusion that Tony was sure his brow couldn't dive any deeper. "My…help? Since when-"

"Would a Stark ask for help?" Tony cut him off with a wave of a hand. "Trust me, I take no joy in this and I absolutely have no interest in your feud with my dear old daddy."

"He ruined my life."

"That makes two of us, yeah?" Tony shrugged, turning his attention to a figurine of a cherub on a shelf.

"I'm not giving you-"

"I don't want it."

"Would you stop interrupting me!" Hank snapped then, "Jesus you are just as obnoxious as your…"

Tony looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

Hank huffed a sigh and shook his head. "How serious is this?"

"You know Jack?"

The old man opened and shut his mouth before looking down the hall. "Follow me."

Tony was hesitant to follow this man into his creepy old guy lair, but if it was going to get him the hint he needed for this paradox work, it was kind of necessary. The upstairs wasn't exactly pleasant, and kind of smelled of mung beans, but Tony did find himself comforted by the fact that the old bastard did keep a somewhat modern lab in the basement. It was a prison compared to Tony's multiple buildings of R&D, but it was impressive for a man who fooled himself out of billions of dollars.

"What did she do this time?" Hank asked, sealing the lab door behind them. "Is she messing with Scott's suit, because I swear-"

Tony shook his head, "No, no, no one touched your primitive garbage. I'm here for something else."

"Primitive? My work is revolutionary-"

"Yeah, in the eighties maybe." Tony scoffed, "I'm here for something you're going to create. Or, we are going to create. Something actually revolutionary."

Hank narrowed his eyes at him. "What makes you think I'll help you create anything ever again."

"Because we're not selling it." Tony eyed the memorabilia in the room. "Jack seems to think that you have the key to get this project started because I don't. So I'm going to need all your research that you've ever done on time travel because to be honest, all I have starts and ends with the universe she swan dived out of."

"Jack can't come get me herself, can she?"

Tony only passed a glance his way, answering the question without a word.

"What happened?"

"We did."

Hank paused in thought, those old rusty gears in his head turning as he stared at Tony. "We've already done it, haven't we?"

Tony nodded once. "We need to do it again. And fast. "

"How fast?"

"Next Wednesday, give or take." Tony wavered his hand. "Hopefully sooner."

"What the hell did she do?" Hank demanded then, "I mean, obviously I'm going to do it. I already have. So you tell me first what I'm getting into."

Tony nodded slowly again before looking away. "You can have the short version."