"Nebula, how far are you guys from Earth?" Steve asked to a holographic image of Nebula.

"Ugh, what is it you want now?" Nebula growls as she rubs sleep from her eyes.

"We.." Steve started but was interrupted by Tony loudly clearing his throat. Steve Sighs, "Tony might have discovered a way to retrieve the gems."

The sleep evaporated from Nebula's eyes. "This better not be one of your earth pranks."

"Its not we're getting a second opinion at the moment, but from what we can see this is it." Steve said.

"We're two earth days away." said Nebula.

"We'll see you soon." Steve said before ending the communication. He turned around to see the rest of the team reviewing Stark's working quantum model.

"What do you think, Mr. Lang?" Tony asks, as Scott makes a big show of walking around the holo model of time travel.

"Hmm, Hmm... I have no idea what I'm looking at." Scott said.

Jemma snorts while Nat rolls her eyes.

"How long for you to build a working model?" Steve asks as he joins the small group.

Tony tosses up an apple before catching it in his other hand, "by myself a week, with help a few days."

"Then lets get some help." Nat says.

"I know some shield scientist still around who'd love to help build a time machine." Jemma spoke up.

Tony snapped and pointed to Jemma, "This is why I keep Jemma around." Jemma chuckles before grabbing Tony's arm, "Lets go call some people."

"That leaves us to recruit the usual suspects." Steve said looking at Nat and Scott.

"There's someone I would like to try to get in contact with first." Nat said her eyes going distant.

"Can you give us a moment?" Steve said to Scott. Scott looked up from the holo model, tossed a look between the two before saluting, "Anything you want, Captain." Scott marched away.

"Its about Clint." Steve said more than asked.

"If this can work then he'll want to be a part of this." Nat said.

"I understand but are you sure you want to get him alone?" Steve asked. Nat nodded. Steve smiled, "Alright but give him a good knock on the head for me." Nat smiled glad that Steve understood, if there was anyone who was going to pull Clint out of darkness she owed him the same kindness and compassion he showed her.

Scott Land and Steve Rogers stare as Bruce gulps down an entire pitcher of orange juice before grabbing a handful of bacon.

"Time Travel!"

"Yes." Scott said still watching in amazement at the Bruce's eating habits, how could such a small body consume so much food.

"Tony and Jemma are working on building a working model and we need you and the Hulk for this to succeed." Steve said. This causes Bruce to sigh and put down his bacon. "Since the whole battle for Wakanda...No even before that our first fight with Thanos, Hulk and I have been..."

"Its okay Bruce." Steve said placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"Sorry to interupt this tender moment but, uh, how are you eating so much?" Scott finally broke his silence.

Bruce laughed as he patted his stomach. "Even in my human "form" I still have the Hulk's metabolism."

"Are you in?" Steve asks.

"Yeah and I'm pretty sure you're gonna need my help with Thor." Bruce said as he waved for the waitress for a check.

"You're the only one of us who had continual contact with him." Steve answered.

Ten miles outside of Broxton, Oklahoma.

"Thor!" lady Sif calls out as a Quinjet lands near a huddle of wooden shacks.

Steve, Bruce and Scott Lang exit the ship to see Lady Sif weilding a sword but lowers it at the sight of Bruce. "Doctor." she says as she wraps the small man into a bear hug.

"Hey there, strong lady." Bruce grunts.

"Did you come with more medicine?" Sif asks and then notices the other two men behind him. "You must be Captain America." Lady Sif offers her hands to Steve, "I heard many stories of your bravery from Thor."

"I am and where is Thor?" Steve asks.

Lady Sif's face falls, "He's preparing for another journey." She turns and heads towards the ramshackle of homes made from woods and pieces of a spaceship.

"Who are these people?" Scott asked watching the denizens of the settlement watch them from open doors and windows.

"They're the survivors of Thanos' attack." Bruce answered. "The ship they were on were destroyed, a few dozen escape pods made it but..."

Thor steps out of one of the shelters, his once glorious black armor is reduced to a pair of black shorts, his red cape now wraps around his right shoulder. His glorious blonde hair is wild and dirty. Stormbreaker hangs on his back by another remnant of his red cape. "Captain America its great to see you, but I have no time for pleasuries."

Lady Sif looks at Thor with worry and a bit of resentment.

Thor turns to see Bruce and more as an order than a request for a friend he says, "Bruce there's a few asgardians within who need your care." Bruce looks to Steve before passing Thor into the shelter to help his new patients.

"Lady Sif, is Toothgnasher and Toothgrinder ready?" Thor asks

"They're tired, Thor."

"Get them." Thor said.

"Thor we need to talk." Steve said.

Thor turned to him, "When my people are found, safe and cared for then we can talk."

"Hey man." Scott shouted at Thor as he tried to walk away. "We have a chance to bring everyone back who Thanos snapped away."

Thor stopped.

Lady Sif smiled, "Is this true?"

"Yes." Steve said before turning to Thor, "Everyone snapped away will return but not without your help."

Thor turned to them, "And how does that help my people who are dying out there now?" Steve looked down. Scott tried to respond but couldn't think of an answer.

"It'll bring Heimdall back and with his control of dark magic we could revitalize the rainbow bridge to bring our people home." Lady Sif answered.

"Heimdall." Thor said to himself.

"Thor, you wouldn't have to go out there alone searching for days only to find someone too late, with Heimdall everyone can come home." Lady Sif continued.

Thor's shoulders sagged.

"A king doesn't have to do this alone, you never had to do this alone."

Thor looks down to his hands before clasping them. "What do we have to do?"

Natasha sat by the transistor radio and prayed that Clint wouldn't ignore this or better yet that he was checking all old modes of communication.

She sat in the middle of the busy streets of Houston. The humidity was causing her to sweat, she preffered the cold of russia.

She looked at the watch on her wrist and stopped as she felt something cold press against the back of her neck.

"Clint." She said.

"I swear to god, Nat if this is a trick I am killing you." Clint said.

"Not if I disarm you first." Nat said.

The pressure of the gun pulls away, "we both know I'm quicker with a trigger." Clint walked around the table and sat on the other end. Nat studied Clint, the bags under his eyes indicating the stress, rage, and grief thats been keeping him up the past few months, the military buzzcut of his blonde hair to reduce time on hygiene, the deep black hoodie that from certain spots like the shoulders and hem can be told that he's been wearing it nonstop on his war on crime. And the increased number of scars on his face, he's been sloppy his anger causing him to be careless or he's doing it on purpose to feel the same pain he's been inflicting on his victims for them surviving while his family hadn't.

"Why are you here?" Clint asks.

"I should be asking you that." Nat answers.

"I have a job to do."

"Is that what you're calling it." Nat extends her hand across the table. Clint stiffens. "We found something... a"

"Don't." Clint says pushing back his chair and getting up. Nat copies him, "Don't what?" The other residents of the tables nearby look up at them before continuing their conversatiosn or coffee.

"Don't give me hope...I don't deserve it." Clint says not looking at her.

"I just wished I could have given it sooner." She said before giving him a hug allowing Clint to break down in her arms.