Ok, I saw that there is a lot of people confused with the time travel thing yet.
So, before I start: don’t believe in what Markus and Mcfeely said (that Peggy’s mysterious husband have always been Steve) because it makes no sense with how they explained that time travel works. They just said that to make everyone think the end made sense (don’t get me wrong, I ship Steggy, but I’m not blind or easily fooled).
According to what Bruce explained, it’s not just a time travel, it’s also a dimensional travel. Yes, you travel to the past, but you can’t travel to the past of your own reality, you travel to the past of ANOTHER reality.
I made a draft so I can explain easily (don’t mind my handwriting, it’s ugly).
Ok, let’s imagine that there are two Earths: Earth-19999 (the MCU’s Eath. Yes, that’s the canon number of their reality) and Earth-3460 (this one I created the number so it would be easier to explain).
At the start we have this (I will use Bucky, Steve and Peggy’s story as an example, so I focused more on things that affected them directly), the things that happens on the “original” timeline.
At Earth-3460, everything is the same as in Earth-19999 until the point where Steve goes back in time. That’s were Earth-19999 and Earth-3460 diverge.
It’s like if this happened:
The timelines follow different events after that. Some of them will be similar, but never the same.
So, let’s start:
Steve goes back in time. Let’s suppose he traveled to some days after himself of Earth-3460 crashed the plane (let’s suppose he saved Bucky too).
As it’s clear, at 2023 he is in Earth-3460. There is no way he appeared at the 2023 of the Earth-19999 without using the machine.
Steve saved the Bucky from Earth-3460, he married the Peggy from Earth-3460. The Bucky from Earth-19999 was still turned into the Winter Soldier, the Peggy from Earth-19999 still marries her “mysterious husband”.
The “original” timeline is not changed.
Steve would have to use the machine to come back to Earth-19999 bacause he was in another reality, there is no way he is Peggy’s mysterious husband.
Now you ask me “Ok, Steve appearing out of nowhere without using the machine makes no sense and Markus and Mcfeely saying Steve have been Peggy’s husband all this time makes no sense too, but why Bruce said that your past becomes your future?”
Well, it’s pretty easy actually.
See? It’s a continuous thing. The past from Earth-3460 becomes his future, since it’s not his original past (the past from Earth-19999).
In my opinion, they should have called it dimensional travel, not time travel. It let a lot of people confused.
People say their version of time travel was bad, but it was actually one of the few things I liked on the movie. It prevents all the “I can erase myself from existence” shit. The thing that made it look bad was they trying to make Steve stay with Peggy so desperately that they just ignored their own rules.
I’m not trying to defend Endgame, I’m just trying to explain how their “time travel” works. The movie had plot holes so wide I could fly a damn helicarrier through them.
Again, before someone comes to get my soul: I ship Steggy too. I’m just not willing to ignore logic trying to make the end make sense.
I hope I was able to make their version of time travel more clear to you guys.
[Natasha and Clint starts walking towards the mountain and climb it.]
NATASHA ROMANOFF: I bet the raccoon didn’t have to climb a mountain.
CLINT BARTON: Technically, he’s not a raccoon, you know.
NATASHA ROMANOFF: Whatever. He eats garbage
RED SKULL (2014): Welcome.
[Natasha and Clint draws their weapons.]
RED SKULL (2014): Natasha, daughter of Ivan. Clint, son of Edith.
NATASHA ROMANOFF: Who are you?
RED SKULL (2014): Consider me a guide. To you, and to all who seek the Soul Stone.
NATASHA ROMANOFF: Oh, good. You tell us where it is. Then we’ll be on our way.
RED SKULL (2014): Ah, liebchen– If only it were that easy.
[Red Skull leads Clint and Natasha to the cliff]
RED SKULL (2014): What you seek lies in front of you… as does what you fear.
NATASHA ROMANOFF: The stone is down there.
RED SKULL (2014): For one of you. For the other… In order to take the stone, you must lose that which you love. An everlasting exchange. A soul, for a soul.
[scene cuts to Natasha sitting on a log while Clint watches the Stonekeeper.]
CLINT BARTON: How’s it going? Jesus…Maybe he’s making this shit up.
NATASHA ROMANOFF: No. I don’t think so.
CLINT BARTON: Why, ‘cause he knows your Daddy’s name?
NATASHA ROMANOFF: I didn’t. Thanos left here with the stone without his daughter. It’s not a coincidence.
CLINT BARTON: Yeah.
NATASHA ROMANOFF: Whatever it takes.
CLINT BARTON: Whatever it takes.
[Natasha stands up.]
NATASHA ROMANOFF: If we don’t get that stone, billions of people stay dead.
CLINT BARTON: Then I guess we both know who it’s gotta be.
NATASHA ROMANOFF: I guess we do.
[Clint holds Natasha’s hand and she reciprocates and they look at each other]
CLINT BARTON: I’m starting to think– we mean different people here, Natasha.
NATASHA ROMANOFF: For the last five years I’ve been trying to do one thing: Get to right here. That’s all it’s been about. Bringing everybody back.
CLINT BARTON: Oh, don’t you get all decent on me now.
NATASHA ROMANOFF: What, you think I wanna do it? I’m trying to save your life, you idiot.
CLINT BARTON: Yeah, well, I don’t want you to, because I– Natasha, you know what I’ve done. You know what I’ve become.
NATASHA ROMANOFF: I don’t judge people on their worst mistakes.
CLINT BARTON: Maybe you should.
NATASHA ROMANOFF: You didn’t.
CLINT BARTON: You’re a pain in my ass, you know that?
[Both Clint and Natasha lean their heads against each other]
CLINT BARTON: Okay. You win.
[Clint smiles and knocks Natasha to the ground]
CLINT BARTON: Tell my family I love them.
[Natasha returns the favor by tackling Clint to the ground]
NATASHA ROMANOFF: You tell them yourself.
[Natasha electrocutes Clint and she runs towards the cliff. Clint gets up and shoots an explosive arrow knocking her down. Clint then runs towards the cliff and jumps. Natasha jumps after him and hooks him up to a grappling hook]
CLINT BARTON: Damn you!
NATASHA ROMANOFF: Let me go.
CLINT BARTON: No. Please, no.
NATASHA ROMANOFF: It’s okay.
CLINT BARTON: Please– [Natasha kicks the wall, falls off the rope, and plummets to the ground.] NO!!!
[The shot shows her body on the ground, dead. A boom in the sky sends Clint in a pool of water with the Soul Stone in his hand. He hits the ground out of sadness. His Quantum Suit activates and he shrinks back to the present day, soon joined by the others returning from their journeys.]
I’m gonna say it, Tony Stark is the strongest person in the MCU! fight me
Like you say it took four of the Guardians to hold just the power stone alone, and even then they mention later in the movie that that was only possible because Quill was half god too. It’s seems the power stone is the only one to have this sort of painful, tearing-apart effect on the holder when it’s by itself, but you can see throughout Infinity War and Endgame that the more stones you try to wield at a time the more painful and difficult it becomes.
Just look at the three people who’ve actually wielded all 6 Infinity Stones compared to each other:
Thanos, a damn Titan no less, screams in agony with each new stone he adds. By the time he gets Vision’s you can see the raw energy that’s shooting up his arm and neck at once. We haven’t even gotten to the snap yet and he’s already getting chewed out by the stones!!
Then poor Bruce, he doesn’t even get a pause before the energy surge like the others do and the moment the glove clamps down he is literally dragged to his knees in pain. It starts to burn his arm immediately which doesn’t appear to happen to Thanos or Tony until after they’ve used them, and you can tell it takes all his energy just to bring his fingers together and snap at all.
And then there’s Tony. Earth’s best defender.
Unlike Thanos and Bruce, Tony doesn’t scream when the Infinity Stones start to surge. He jolts, yes, but he doesn’t appear to be in pain. Like you mentioned he is overwhelmed with the power, but he’s able to bring back his composure after a few second and even has enough energy to make a final snide one-liner before he makes the big sacrifice.
Summary: After the final showdown against Thanos leaves you broken and numb inside, you seek solace in the warmth of Steve’s arms.
Warnings: angst, mentions of violence and death
A/N: Once again I apologize if this sucked haha. but tbh this was fun to write hehe also NATASHA IS ALIVE im still in denial ugh also i almost cried writing this
You had never felt more alive and dead inside at the same time than you did now.
And here you were, charging across the debris-ridden battlefield as you struck down the aliens one by one with your solar blasts and katana in hand.
You fought them all off with ease. Years of brutal training regimes had shaped you into a relentless, battle-born and skilled warrior. You almost didn’t need to think. Fighting came to you almost as easy as breathing did. You could hear the thrum of your accelerated heartbeat against your chest, adrenaline shooting through your blood.
You didn’t know where the sudden burst of energy came from. Maybe you drew it out from your grief, your fury over losing all your friends. Your loved ones. For a future with seemingly no other path than an unsettling ending.
You and Steve were prepared to fight alone, to stand alone together against an army of thousands, millions. Because that’s what true heroes always did in the end. They never backed down from a fight, no matter how badly the odds were stacked against them. “Because if we can’t protect the earth, you can be damn well sure we’ll avenge it.”
Then they all came back.
Glowing orange portals opened all around you and you became surrounded by more heroes, more allies than you’d ever imagined. Heroes from all corners of the universe, all fighting alongside you. And although this didn’t mean the fight against the Mad Titan was over just yet, you were filled the tiniest bit of hope.
But even the tiniest bit of hope could go a very long way.
You plunged your katana into an alien’s chest, hot blood splattering across your suit and face. The acrid metallic taste overwhelmed you, but you kept going nonetheless. By your side stood Wanda, waving her hands around as red wisps of magic flowed out of her fingers. Booming sounds of gunfire filled the air. Explosions sounded in the distance. You smiled to yourself, knowing it was most likely the unstoppable duo of Bucky and Rocket.
Then you meet Steve’s eyes from across the battlefield. Even when his face was streaked with dust and dirt, his piercing blue eyes still shone through, steadying your hold on the last bits of your sanity. He gives you a single nod that seems to silently communicate ‘I’ll be here for you’ and that’s what gives you the energy to keep going.
You couldn’t wait for the battle’s end. You couldn’t wait to finally sprint over to him and into his arms.You couldn’t wait to return to your days filled with hanging out with your best friend, Natasha. You couldn’t wait to spend time down in the labs all night with Tony - your mentor, the man who you could practically call your own family.
You still had yet to find them, however.
But right now, you had a war to win.
FOUR DAYS LATER
If there was one word to sum up everything you had been feeling so far, it would be heartache.
The final battle had declared you all victorious, but it hadn’t been so without a great price. Hundreds of thousands of people lost their lives.
He’d paid the ultimate price of giving himself up for the sake of the rest of the world.
It wasn’t right, nor was it fair at all. If the universe was in demand of a sacrifice, you’d step up to volunteer without a second thought. Because unlike Tony, you didn’t have thousands of people who looked up to you and admired you.
He didn’t have red in his ledger, he didn’t have hundreds of kills under his belt.
He had a family, and you didn’t. You were alone.
He’d never be able to see his daughter grow up. He’d never be able to be there for Morgan when she cried, would never be able to wipe her tears away again. He would never be able to see her graduate, go off into the real world, get married and possibly start a family of her own.
Your heart ached at the thought of knowing he was missing out on so many opportunities as a father.
You didn’t deserve to survive. You were ripped away from your family as a little girl, forced into a dozen different lab experiments, becoming the government’s tool. So naturally, the thirst for revenge and desire for vengeance against those who did you wrong took root within you at a young age. Having been a former Red Room assassin, you grew up in an atmosphere of constant fighting and suspicion, learning to never trust anyone no matter how reliable they seemed.
After he died, after his funeral, it seemed as if the universe collapsed within itself. Everything erupted into chaos.
People were confused, angry, frustrated, and upset.
Upset over losing Tony.
Upset over the fact that saving the universe had to conclude with Iron Man meeting his untimely demise.
Upset over the fact that they’d lost one of their own.
And you were upset, because you didn’t get to say goodbye to the man who had always stuck by your side for the past decade.
You wanted nothing more in that moment to see your team. You felt like you were floating, untethered as you drifted through open space, and the only thing that could possibly bring you back down to earth was getting the closure that you so desperately wanted.
Suddenly, you felt a rough hand on your shoulder, and tore your gaze away from the horizon to glance up at a familiar figure. Steve.
All it took was one look into his soft blue eyes, glistening like the reflection of the sun on top of ocean. A sharp contrast to the darkened hues that once raged inside them, the violent storm had finally settled, causing a strange calming feeling to wash over your body. The way his gaze fell upon yours made you feel like you were trapped beneath a crashing wave, the roaring rapids keeping you from being able to break through to the surface. One that you fought against for a second as the burning desperation in your lungs begging for more oxygen grew, but surrendered to eventually knowing that your efforts would only be rendered useless in the end.
“Are you okay?”
That’s when you noticed he was crying, too. You tried opening your mouth to respond but nothing came out. All the words building up in the back of your throat fell short.
Tony was dead.
Tony. One of the smartest guys you’d met in your life. The man who welcomed you into his home with open arms, who accepted you immediately. The man who looked past your mistakes and forgave you no matter what. The one man besides Steve himself, who could give the best hugs, was dead. The man who had the biggest heart of anyone you knew.
You collapsed to the ground, knees sinking into the grass and you screamed. You screamed until there was no more air left in your lungs and your throat felt scratchy and raw. You screamed until you felt like you were going to tear apart at the seams.
A fresh onslaught of tears streamed down your cheeks in a heavy flood. His hands fell to your waist and back and pulled you close, and another sob tore from your throat, muffled by the fabric of his shirt as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, enveloping you in his warm embrace.
You didn’t want to let go. And neither did he. He held you close, breathing in deeply as the two of you tried to live in the moment for as long as you possibly could, the temporary moment of peace and quiet that neither of you know how much longer it’ll last for. So you stayed like that for a while, warm bodies gently pressed against one another, hearts beating against each other.
From there, everything was a blur. You felt a soft hand slip into yours, presumably Wanda’s, and lead you inside, handing you a fresh set of clothes before showing you to the bathroom. You stripped off your uniform and stepped into the shower, letting the warm water run the dirt and dried blood off your body, relieving yourself of the smell of ashes and gunpowder. You lathered your hair in shampoo and covered yourself in body wash, and when you stepped out, you smelled of fresh roses and cinnamon.
You stayed cooped up in your room, staring up at the ceiling as your head laid against your tear-soaked pillow. People would call out to you, ask you to come down and eat or spend some time with the team, but you didn’t answer. It was only until two days later that you finally headed down to the kitchen, sitting down at the dining table and staring blankly at the wall in front of you as you felt more tears fall, trying your hardest not to think about anything. You didn’t want to think.
It seemed that despite all your attempts in remaining strong you always ended up falling apart in the end.
Steve came over with a plate full of food, setting it down before taking a seat across from you. “Hey. When’s the last time you ate?”
“I don’t know. I’m not hungry.”
“Y/N, when’s the last time you ate?” he repeated.
“Four days ago? Five?”
“You have to eat,” he ordered, pushing the plate towards you, “We had Pepper take a break for the week and I’m in charge of meals today. I made your favorite, you know.”
You bit your lip. “Steve, I’m fine…”
“No, you’re not,” he stated in an accusatory tone. “Now eat.”
You sighed and dug your fork in, taking a bite. It took everything not to let out a sigh at how well-flavored the chicken was.
“How is it that,” you swallowed your food before resuming speaking, “in all my eleven years of knowing you, I never knew you were such a good cook? How do you do this?”
“Don’t know,” he shrugged. “I have my ways, I guess.”
You didn’t realize how hungry you were until you looked down five minutes later to see your plate practically licked clean.
“Enjoyed the food, huh?”
“That’s good,” he nodded and smiled as he observed you. “You’ve lost a significant amount of weight in the past week. Just make sure to eat enough at every meal to make up for it, alright?”
The super-soldier was beyond relieved to see you out of your room, fresh and clean after washing up. Times in which he offered to cook meals for anyone were rather uncommon, but he always made an exception for you, no matter the situation.
You all agreed to stay at Tony’s cabin until the compound was reconstructed, which would take roughly anywhere from 3-4 weeks to complete. You spent the majority of your time outside, standing on the dock by the lake and watching the sun rise and set. Wanda would sometimes come and sit by you, and you’d create small talk for a few hours until the moon came out and it was too dark to stay out any longer. On other occasions, you’d play catch with Peter and Morgan, or would sip coffee by the fireplace with Pepper and Natasha.
Tony, if you’re listening up there, I hope you know what you did. You changed the world. We all owe you a great debt.
The sun bloomed on the horizon, its golden petals stretching outwards into the powdery pale sky. For a brief moment you were cast in crimson and bathed in a rosy glow, your face illuminated briefly by the early morning light. The lake shimmered with a thin layer of gold, like flakes on a smooth, silver bed of stone.
“Enjoying the view?”
You turned around to see Steve standing there, leaning against a wooden pillar with a softened look in his eyes.
“Yeah. It’s nice.”
“How long have you been standing out here for?”
“Since last night.”
“Aren’t you tired at all?”
“No, not really. I couldn’t sleep, so.”
He came forward and slid off his leather jacket, draping it over your shoulders. You were immediately enveloped with the fresh smell of his berry aftershave and a hint of the iced Americano he always liked to drink on every Friday at 3 p.m, at the same corner café with you in the same two seats at the back of the place. The memory made you smile a bit.
When Steve came along, everything changed. No matter how many walls you tried to put up around your heart to defend yourself, he always seemed to be able to break them all down. You found yourself caring about him without trying. You tried as hard as you could not to develop feelings as you believed it was just wrong to do so, but there was nothing holding you back, so you couldn’t help but fall in love.
Even when you were on opposing sides, Steve’s loyalty to you did not go astray. Even when his heart shattered as he saw you on the other side of the battlefield because you couldn’t stand the idea of betraying your mentor. Even when you risked your life by running away with him, not once did he consider ever going against you. Because in the end, you always came to him, which only made the great Captain America’s already abundant love for you grow.
Oh, how badly you wanted to go back to the past.
Your chest ached. Tony would know exactly what to say to you at the moment to make you feel better.
As you stood there, Steve took several steps forward and circled his arms around your torso from behind, pulling you close against his chest and resting his chin atop your head. A choked sob suddenly came out of your mouth as you tried to escape his grip but failed, eventually relaxing into his touch. You brought your hands up against his and gripped them tightly as you squeezed your eyes shut and let the rest of the tears fall.
“We’re gonna get through this together, I promise,” he murmured, warm breath fanning against the back of your neck. “Don’t worry.”
“I just really miss him.”
“I know, I miss him too. We all do.” He rubbed your back soothingly. “But we’ll get through this; everything’s gonna be okay. Remember when you asked me what love felt like?”
“If this is love, then I don’t want it.”
Steve chuckled. “Love’s not easy, sweetheart. It involves trial and error. Heartbreak.”
“I don’t know if risking my heart is something I wanna do, though. But I guess I can’t avoid it any longer, because I’ve already done it.”
“Yeah. But I don’t know if he feels the same way…I’m suspecting he still has lingering feelings for someone else. And besides…it’s kind of late to get into the dating game anyways. I should be married right now.”
“Hey. While it’s true that I’ll always love Peggy, I don’t see her as anything other than a close friend anymore. She was able to move on, so I don’t see why I can’t do the same.”
“When did I say it was-”
“Y/N, I’ve known you for over a decade. I know you like the back of my hand,” he laughed. “And who said it’s too late to get married now?”
You raised an eyebrow at him. “Are you proposing to me, Steve Rogers?”
“No. But I will, sometime later this year.”
“Is that so?”
“It’s very likely,” he hummed. “Because I’ve been in love with you for ten years, and I’ve been thinking about it for five.”
“Wait, you’re joking, right.”
“I’m not, and I’m always honest.”
You smiled, looking up at him and admiring his bright blue eyes. Those eyes that were your home, your safe haven - and always would be.
He finally closed the space between you two and connected his lips with yours, and the world fell away.
Steve stayed true to his word.
The ceremony wasn’t giant nor over-the-top, but still exquisite nonetheless; a gathering by the stunning coastline in Virginia Beach. The entirety of SHIELD was there, as well as Morgan with Pepper, and Cassie with Scott.
Originally Tony was supposed to be walking you down the aisle. And you really wished you could turn back time to bring him to this very moment. You knew he’d be a proud older brother figure and mentor.
“You guys are disgustingly adorable,” he’d say. “But I can tell he makes you happy. Marry a guy like him if you can. Or just marry Cap himself. That’s all I want of you.”
Nick fury approached you and placed a careful hand on your shoulder. “You look great, Agent.”
“Thanks,” you sniffed, fiddling with your thumbs. “You look great too, sir.”
“I know I can’t replace Stark,” he sighed, “but I know he’d want you to be happy, especially on the day of your wedding. Chin up, Y/N, it’s your special day. And if you start crying before you get to the altar, Romanoff’s gonna be pissed because you know how long it took her to do your hair and makeup.”
“Yeah, she would,” you laughed lightly, sliding your arm into the crook of his elbow. “Thanks for doing this, Nick.”
“Anything for you.”
You took a deep breath as the music started and began your walk down the aisle.
It seemed like a long way from the altar but as soon as you locked eyes with Steve, everyone else disappeared. It was just you and him in that moment, about to be bound together for life, and there was nothing else that mattered more than that.
When Steve first saw you, he cried like a baby. As in, turned into a baby and literally started crying like one and his hands were shaking, kind of cry. And you did as well. There wasn’t a dry eye in the house when you said your vows, the ocean breeze gently blowing around as you spoke.
“I pronounce you husband and wife,” Happy announced with a wide grin. “Captain, you may now kiss your bride-”
Steve stepped towards you, cupping your face with his hands and pulling you into a passionate kiss. A kiss that sealed the deal, your happily ever after - tying the knot.
The las month had been nothing but chaos, so your wedding was a relieving day for everyone.
And so, for the first time in a long time, everyone was happy.
ENTJ: “Is it better to be feared or respected? And I say, is it too much to ask for both?”
“To turn over the Iron Man suit would be to turn over myself, which is tantamount to indentured servitude or prostitution, depending on what state you’re in.”
“I’m just not the hero type. Clearly. With this laundry list of character defects, all the mistakes I’ve made, largely public.”
INTJ: “I told you, I don’t want to join your super-secret boy band.”
“It’s like a security code? Whoever is carrying Thor’s fingerprints is, I think, the literal translation.”
ESTJ: “That man is playing Galaga! He thought we wouldn’t notice, but we did.”
“I’m just not the hero type. Clearly. With this laundry list of character defects, all the mistakes I’ve made, largely public.”
“We need to be put in check. Whatever form that takes, I’m game.”
ISTP: “Are we still at “ding-dong”? We’re supposed to be on total security lockdown. Come on, I threatened a terrorist.”
ENFJ: “There’s no throne, there is no version of this, where you come out on top. Maybe your army comes and maybe it’s too much for us, but it’s all on you. Because if we can’t protect the Earth, you can be damned well sure we’ll avenge it.”
“You guys ever try shawarma? There’s a shawarma joint about two blocks from here. I don’t know what it is, but I want to try it.”
“Everybody wants a happy ending, right? But it doesn’t always roll that way. Maybe this time. I’m hoping if you play this back, it’s in celebration. I hope families are reunited. I hope we get it back, in somewhat like a normal version of the planet has been restored, if there ever was such a thing. God, what a world. Universe now. If you told me 10 years ago that we weren’t alone, let alone you know to this extent.. I mean, I wouldn’t have been surprised. But come on, you know. The epic forces of darkness and light that have come into play. And for better or for worse, that’s the reality Morgan’s going to find a way to grow up in. So I thought I’d probably better record a little greeting, in the case of an untimely death on my part. I mean, not that death at any time is timely. This time travel thing we’re going to try and pull off tomorrow, it’s going to scratch my head about the survivability of it all. Then again, that’s the hero gig, part of the journey is the end. What am I even tripping for? Everything is going to work out exactly the way it’s suppose to.”
INFP: “I love you 3,000.”
ESFJ: “What are you waiting for? It’s Christmas. Take ‘em to church.”
“Uh, Have you been juicing? Little vibranium cocktail? You’re looking… I don’t wanna say “puffy”…”
“And for gosh sake, watch your language!”
“A famous man once said, ‘we create our own demons’. Who said that? What does it even mean? It doesn’t matter; I said it because he said it, so now he was famous and then basically getting said by two well-known guys.”
Tony Stark: Peter’s really sweet, I kinda like acting like his dad from time to time, it’s therapeutic; however, I respect the fact that May and her husband raised him, and that his own parents loved him very much before they passed, so I would never want to take the kid away from her-
Adoptive Irondad writers: … but what if we just… kill her