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[ ONE ]

A small but fuzzy screen came into view, Alison's beaten up face staring into the screen. Sighing as she rubbed her face, the girl looked into the camera. "Day One of being back home. I felt like I needed to record these because, well-" Alison cut herself off, giving a small laugh as she shook her head. Now was not the time to discuss what was haunting her at every corner, every evening of sleep something she couldn't do, not with imminent danger around the corner. "Today, I found my-" She stopped, her voice still sorrowful from the sight. It took her a few minutes to regain her composure, a stray tear slipping down her face as she continued. "My brother is in a pile of dust on the floor. He's in an urn now." She nodded, trying to reassure herself. It was obvious that Alison had known the outcome of what happened to her brother from the measly few days she had spent with the Avengers, but she didn't seem to mention what exactly had transpired over that time. "Don't know where Jackie is, but I'm going to assume she's gone too from the fact she never came home. God, Tony, Peter, Clint, I wish one of you were here right now. I mean, I know Clint's gone, but-" The girl stopped, realizing she had to stay on track. This wasn't a time to dwell on what was lost. This was a recording for the sake of something, but that something was never disclosed by the teenager. "I've given up on trying to look at where in space you are, Tony, and Peter-" Alison stopped again, her voice faltering. "I know you're gone. I saw your light on the bracelet go out. Wherever you are in this cruel and messed up world, whether it be heaven or, well, hell, just know what you said about- us on the spaceship? Just know that- that- I love you too. It just took you leaving my life and dying for me to fully realize that. And for that- I'm- I'm sorry."

[ TWO ]

A wary face flickered up again, Alison looking at the camera with red rimmed eyes. "Day Three. It's taken me three days to gain my composure. I've gotten about 4 hours of sleep these past few days, and all of them have been racked with nightmares. I just can't stop-" The girl broke off, memories of the final Wakandan battle and her hell like experience in a flying donut flashing behind her eyelids as she squeezed them shut. Taking a deep breath, the girl rubbed her eyes, the motion making her skin look even more red. Her face was puffy, her face molded into a consistent expression of sadness and despair. "Anyways, it's been pretty lonely. I've now decided to crash at Peter's, because I can't stomach the idea of being alone in my apartment right now. I've been eating the leftovers that Pe- the Parkers, May, still have from over a few days ago, before this whole mess. Now I'm going to have to cook my own food. Outside's a hellscape, so I assume that getting food at some point is gonna be hell." Alison groaned, looking back at the camera. "But stay tuned for the next log, I'm sure it'll be better than this one. And, whoever's seeing this, I don't know why you would want to, but thanks for watching. And if you know what I did- I'm sorry to anyone who I caused pain to." Alison laughed for a moment, shaking her head as she rubbed her eyes again. "Funny, how Clint and Tony told me to open up to people about my problems two years ago, and now, the two men I'm supposed to open up to, to confide in, are missing either in space or somewhere in the world." She yelled out to the empty apartment, wanting to scream her insides out until she cried. Dropping her hand down onto the desk in almost irritation, Alison looked back at the camera. "I wish one of you were here right now, because then, I'd know that everything was okay. I wish Tony, or Clint, or Peter-" Alison's voice cracked, the girl not being able to finish her sentence. Reaching up for the camera, Ali just shut off the device, not saying anything else.

[ THREE ]

"Day Seven of being in the Parker's apartment." Alison started, dark bags under her eyes clearly more evident than before. "I can't sleep anymore- gave up trying about 35 hours ago. Stupid Time Watcher people are punishing me with this game that they're playing with me." She grumbled, rubbing her eyes in an attempt to try and wake herself up again, not realizing that she had disclosed a piece of whatever was going on with her. "I haven't heard anything from Ned or Christa or Clint, although I don't expect anything from them, they're practically dead already, with them being missing. I'm sure they'll be added to the death count soon. Classic fate for me, to be isolated and have all of my friends and family be a part of the half of the world that just–" Alison paused for a moment, shaking herself out of the train of thought that would only lead her back to tears. "Regardless, stay tuned for that information. If you ever care. Don't know why I'm making these damn things except to–" The teenager cut herself off again, trying to plaster a fake smile upon her face. "The best news that I can report is that the Avengers, Steve and them, they've stayed away." She sniffled, nodding to herself. "Which is good, cause I don't know how to face them. Or deal with their pity. Or honestly, deal with them in general. Because there is no possible way any of them can help me when they send one of their little minions to come and bring me to my fate? Absolutely none of them, that's who." She muttered, seemingly going off to another place as she zoned out thinking. Jolting back to the present, Alison looked back at the video camera in her laptop, offering a small shrug and a hoarse laugh. "Until next time, I guess. Maybe I'll go back home, although that's not very likely. Stay tuned."

[ FOUR ]

A shaky hand revealed Alison looking worse for wear, her hair wet and stringy from a shower. She was wearing what looked to be one of Peter's hoodies that he had left at her place "just in case" he ended up at her house after a night of going out to save some people, a heartbroken look on her face. Alison had moved back into her own apartment, seemingly leaving the Parker's place behind. "Day Ten. Finally decided to go home. Outside's a mess, and I didn't want to face the music unless I really had to. Today was the day that I had to." She nodded, looking rather dejected. Her eyes looked dull and faded, as if what she had seen out there was something that she didn't even want to experience again. "Outside- there's just dust everywhere. Lining the streets- inside of the places where you go- and there's just ruins of car accidents and planes that fell out of the sky and- everything is awful." Alison looked down for a few seconds, taking in a shuddering breath before looking up again. "I can't believe they're all just gone."

[ FIVE  ]

"Hello folks, and welcome back to another round of Alison's not so consistent video logs." The girl joked dryly, a dark circled face and bloodshot eyes coming to the screen. Her expression was a natural frown, which seemed to be her default expression after everything that had happened. "Today's the twelfth day of logs, and I still can't do much. Outside is still a ruin, and I'm sure it will be for a long time. I " Alison chuckled, a small sigh coming after she spoke. Running a shaky hand through her hair, it looked like the girl was tinier, even just by a fraction. Her skin clung to her bones, even if it wasn't that noticeable. There was still a gnarly spattering of bruises on her next, the sea of light purples and greens from where the purple titan had left her in a chokehold remained. The girl was getting worse, and there wasn't denying that fact. Her metabolism wasn't keeping up with her injuries, whether that was self-inflicted or due to some larger issue at hand. It seemed that she was planning to do something, a whiteboard on the back of her room filled with scribbles. "There isn't much to report, but Steve and Nat sent me a voicemail about calling them. I might have to talk with them soon, tell them that I'm doing okay–" Alison scoffed at the idea, rolling her eyes. "And they'll buy that. Because of course they will. Only three people really know how I operate and they're all... gone. Natasha may sense something is off, but even then, it's not like she's going to say anything. She's too hellbent on trying to find my uncle right now. Which is a small mercy, I guess." The exhausted glare in her eyes told the camera something that the teenager wasn't saying, especially when it came to her needing support and help, but the young woman seemed hellbent on convincing herself of the opposite. "Right now, I just need to be by myself."

[ SIX ]

"Rise and shine, shitheads watching these videos, it's day fourteen!" Alison welcomed the webcam, not caring what she said. Who cared how crude she came off? It wasn't like anyone was going to see these until, well. "No one's ever gonna really see these, unless they want a boring day to day recording of what Alison Marnell, famed superhero Breakout was doing after all her friends and family left." She stated, mocking herself with a sort of grandeur flare. The girl didn't even care that she was revealing her identity to the world, as there wasn't really a world to reveal it to anymore. There was only- well half of a world that was in the middle of an apocalypse like situation to reveal it to. "In fact, I can swear however much I want!" The girl then proceeded to scream a string of many harsh words, yelling them out to an empty apartment. "With boredom being my best friend right now, doing these are the highlights of my day. Deciding if I'm going to save the videos is the real interesting part of it all. Some of it isn't important, but-" Alison paused, wincing as she moved too sharply, stars dancing at the edge of her eyes. She was still recovering from something that happened the night before, although she was keeping very silent about it. It took her a moment to compose herself again, placing a hand on her back to try and steady herself and mitigate the pain, which evidently wasn't working. There was something hidden at the edge of her eyes, a sort of sadness and cowardice that couldn't be conveyed otherwise . "Anyways, nothing interesting to report." The girl ignored the pain, not acknowledging the fact that the pain had gotten worse and more frequent in the past week. "Bye."

[ SEVEN ]

"Day Seventeen." Alison stated, her condition noticeably worse than the last time that she had been seen. "I still can't sleep, and, to make matters worse, I think I'm getting weaker. Probably because I can't sleep, so I'll have to start trying to make an attempt at sleeping again. My shower supplies are slowly running out, but I stole from Charles first. I'm gonna have to move to Jackie's extra supplies under the sink, and then use the last of mine. I'm going to feel like shit and smell worse than a zoo if I stay in here forever, but hey, that's good, right? Maybe I'll be able to join everyone else that way." The girl mumbled, thinking that the small webcam hadn't picked it up. "Maybe then I'd be able to finally be at peace with myself and what I've done." Alison paused for a moment, a small tear creeping out of the edge of her left eye. "Is that what you want of me?" She screamed to an empty world, angered and upset. "Is that what you and your damn Time Watcher group want of me?" The video cut out abruptly, showing nothing else after.

[ EIGHT ]

"Welcome to Day Nineteen, folks." Alison stood across the room, pacing around with boredom and a newfound energy that hadn't been seen in the girl in days. "I'm exhausted and bored, but here I am, going insane from being alone by pacing in a room. I've listened to so much music that it's insane, and I've seen every movie inside of the apartment at least three times. Hell, I memorized a majority of the lines from Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back." The girl plopped down on the bed in the background, her face now coming into view of the camera. "Peter always wanted to watch that movie with me, so I've been watching it in his honor since I got back. It's not the ideal way to mourn your loved ones, but what else do you have to do when you're alone in an apartment?" She asked herself, getting a text from her phone. Alison visibly winced at the message, quickly turning off her phone and turning it over in an attempt to ignore it. "Shit. Steve just texted. Guess he finally got worried when I didn't call him back a few days ago. But then again, if they were that worried, they would have gotten me by now." Looking up at the camera, Alison threw her phone to the side of her bed, hearing the thunk with a sense of satisfaction. "I'm going to have to go to get some food soon, so stay tuned. Maybe I'll make a recap of that." Ali joked dryly, sighing as she spoke. "Well, until next time."

[ NINE ]

"Day Twenty." Alison croaked out, her eyes even worse than before. They were a mix of bloodshot red and tear-filled, like she had woken up and gone through hell all at once. "Well, I just slept for more than two hours for the first time in over three weeks, and, I just-" The girl stopped, trying not to relive the horrors that she had just seen underneath her eyelids. "I saw Peter and Charles and Clint and Tony, and- and my mom-" Ali stopped, looking away from the camera with tears in her eyes. "Everything was- everything was okay. I was happy, and then they were all gone. Just lost, like they were never there. And I- I was dying. Trying to escape the Time Watchers and survive on my own while there's no one else here-" She sighed, looking sorrowfully down to her hands, which were playing with the rings on her right ring finger. "I don't have much else here. I don't have any more cards to play. I've tried everything with them and still–" Alison cut herself off, realizing that she was revealing too much of what happened behind the closed doors of her punishment– no, agreement with the Time Keepers. "I'm so desperate. But I guess now I just have to accept the inevitable." Ali sniffled, her eyes welling up with the tears that she had refused to let leak for the past twenty days. "I've run the numbers, been able to do some meager experimenting with the tech and lab stuff that Peter left at my place, and it all leads to one conclusion." The teenager paused, taking in a deep shaky breath as she tried to compose herself. "I'm dying." Alison admitted, the tears in her eyes finally falling, streaking her cheeks. The camera picked up the clear glint of the tears on her face, Alison letting out a sniffle. "I'm dying, thanks to the Time Keepers and their sick and twisted idea of punishment and– and I have no idea how to save myself." She looked away from the camera, observing the sights around her like she was viewing them one final time. "That means, in some amount of days, I'll be dead. And that there's no way for me to stop it."

[ TEN ]

"This is Day Twenty-One." The room around Alison was different, not like the familiar apartment that she had stayed in for so long. "I-uh- couldn't stay in that apartment anymore, and I couldn't stay in New York anymore." There was definitely a reason why she had left, but the teenager refused to reveal it, to speak it out loud. "So I left my cell phone in the apartment, purchased a burner phone, and I removed the tracker from my laptop and everything. No one knows that I'm leaving- or left- and no one will. I'll die, alone, as I deserve, as I wanted." A lie. A boldfaced lie that Alison was trying to convince herself with, something she had tried to do before. Letting in a shaky breath, Alison ran an unsteady hand through her hair, trying to keep a brave face as she spoke. "A few hours ago, there was this- disturbance?" She struggled for the words to describe it, only remembering the strange dull feeling mixed with the pain that she had felt. "I don't know what happened, but I'm assuming something went wrong with Thanos and the stones, because the last time I felt that pain-" Ali cut herself off, wincing as the memories of the Wakandan Battle flashed beneath her eyelids, unwanted memories of her failure to save everyone she loved taunting her. "It was when Thanos killed half of the people in this universe, and everyone I loved." Trying to keep the memories at bay, Ali shook her head. "And now I- I don't know. I feel like some part of me is dying, like it's killing me from the inside out. Maybe it's due to the Time Stone, or my exhaustion, or the TVA and their Time Watchers. I don't really care. I'm in Jersey for now, some countryside place where there's a random motel, and no one's here. Figured that it'd be a good place to crash, so I swiped the cash that's left in the cash box and a room key. I know that's not what heroes are supposed to do-" Alison mocked with quotes over a dry laugh. "But at this point, I don't think I'm a hero. It's-" Her voice cut off, Ali trying not to get more emotional than she already had in ot. "It's my fault that Peter and Charles and everyone else in the world is dead."

[ ELEVEN ]

"It's Day Twenty Three, and I don't think things are going to get better from here." Alison sighed, the camera slowly coming into focus. "My symptoms- if that's what we're calling them- have worsened since I've started my little travel journey, and I think it might also be the lack of sleep and food. But if I'm going to die anyways, who gives a shit?!" She laughed, the empty motel room answering her question. "Right. Nobody." Looking at her laptop strangely for a second, reading some notification of the news, her frown grew even larger as realization dawned on her face. "Shit." Alison sighed, looking up at the camera with a worried expression on her face. "I didn't think that it'd come this quickly, or that everything would come to absolute shit this fast but-" She cut herself off, realizing that she was rambling about something that she hadn't even explained yet. "Tony's back on Earth. I've been watching the Avenger's encrypted messages channel, and they just sent something out, in hopes of Clint ever finding it. Luckily for me, before my best friend turned to ash, she was able to teach me how to hack into it. And now I know that the one man who can find me out of all of the people in the world is back. He's back without my boyfriend, and probably with some bullshit pity that I don't want." Ali looked antsy and dread filled, almost as if she was nervous for when Tony found out that she was missing. "I know that as soon as Steve and Nat break the news to Tony that I'm missing- if they even know themselves, I'm dead meat." She muttered, looking down at her wrist where her charm bracelet still lay on her wrist. "He's probably tracking me right now." Alison stared down at her wrist a moment longer before realizing what she had to do. Unbuckling her bracelet from her wrist, her hands shaky as she did so, Alison looked up at the camera, a single tear falling down her face. "I don't want to do this, but if it assures me that Tony or any of them won't ever find me- it's a risk that I have to be willing to take. And a memory that I have to be willing to sacrifice." Taking the bracelet into her hand, she placed it on the table, running away from the laptop webcam for a moment before grabbing the fire extinguisher in her room, coming back hauling the huge red bottle. Moving the laptop to the bed, so that it faced away from her and the table, Alison glanced back at the camera one last time before she turned to the bracelet, picking up the fire extinguisher. "Peter, I'm so sorry that I have to do this. But I can't- I can't go back to Steve and Nat and Tony only to die. They can't know about what compromises I've made. The sacrifices.I can't live in a world without you in it either, so I'm going to join you and Charles and Skylar. But a slower, more painful death than yours, probably." Taking another shuddering breath, Alison picked up the fire extinguisher, smashing it against the table, effectively shattering the charm bracelet that had remained on her hand for two years. "They can't find me. And they never will."

[ TWELVE ]

"Twenty Five days in, and another new location for me on the run!" Alison exclaimed, laughing coldly as she jumped to sit on top of the bed that she was in with a small wince, the view from an open window displaying the sight of the Philadelphia skyline. "I knew that as soon as I hacked into that Avengers' encrypted channel that my location was toast, especially since I also self destructed my charm bracelet there, and Tony will probably be able to tell that I did something to it." Carefully plopping down on the bed, giving a sharp wheeze as she landed, something obviously bothering her again, Alison tried to take a few deep breaths to calm herself down and to combat the pain. "Although they haven't discovered my frequency signal that I'm operating on with my laptop, I'm assuming only my IP address. Which was that whack-ass motel that they're going to suspect I'm still staying in. Well, before my trip up to Canada. I've left them a fake trail to follow after purchasing bus tickets up the East Coast and a copy of my passport inside of the hotel with a note to find a way up to Canada, making it seem like I was stationed there until minutes before whenever they get there. Hopefully it's foolproof enough for Steve to believe it, but I know Tony won't give up on me. Natasha is too caught up trying to find Clint– which I'm pretty sure means he's alive, but it means I don't have a former secret assassin tracking me. Which has its benefits. But that means Tony is hellbent on trying to find me. Especially since now I'm the last link to Peter and his friend's kid he swore to look after. But I can't have him find me, which is why this little cross country Trip is to run around until I die. Literally." Bringing her eyes away from the camera, Alison took a deep breath before staring back straight at the camera. "Oh what fun this'll be. Bucket list watch out, I'm coming after you."

[ THIRTEEN ]

"I think this is my final day in Philadelphia." Alison declared as the camera turned on, spinning in an office chair in the hotel room that she had stolen at some random hotel in the city. "I'm getting kind of bored of trying to evade all of the cameras in the city, and having a rather recognizable face doesn't help anything. Especially when the Avengers have sent out a Missing Person poster out on the internet for every single person in the world to look at." She emphasized the fact that the hundred million or so people left in the US would be looking for her. "Tomorrow I'm thinking about going somewhere in West Virginia for a few days before moving to Ohio. I'm not entirely sure, but soon, I'm going to have to move across a ton of states, and not by public transportation. It's easy moving around these areas with buses or cars ditched on the sides of roads filled with gas and dust particles- although I try to ignore that part- but when we get out to the plains? I might have to book it without being detected or try and drive a car as fast as I possibly can." Running a hand through her hair, a nervous tendency, Alison looked at the camera for a second longer, trying to decide if she should continue talking to the log or end it. "Bye Philly, it was a joy to stay here and throw up in your hotel bathroom while it lasted."

[ FOURTEEN ]

"Well, I finally got some semblance of news up here in the middle of nowhere. The government is in shambles, and I'm pretty sure that the President and most of the line of succession is dead, so they're scrambling for a new world leader. If they're so worried about politics, who's going to be looking for a dead girl? I don't know if the Avengers are still looking for me, but honestly, at this point, if they find me it'll probably be too late." Alison shrugged, her small figure looking even more dainty than before when she did so. "But who knows. I'll keep you updated."

[ FIFTEEN ]

The effects of whatever Alison had been harmed with by the Time Keepers was obvious. It was degrading Alison's marvelous metabolism that she loved so much, bruises that she had received from the daily stupidities remaining for longer and longer, her minor injuries she had once not been worried about taking a longer time to heal. She could feel old aches and pains begin back up again on her spine, a reminder of a not so pleasant fall two years prior. On top of the fact Absinthe had dropped her out of a building during that fateful battle in Wakanda as well. And as for her frame? It was looking smaller and smaller with every video log. And it was more obvious now, thirty days in. "Day Thirty." Alison croaked out, rubbing her eyes as she tried to awake herself, dragging herself to the camera to try and collect her thoughts after whatever she had just woken herself up from. "I'm making this out of literally nowhere, I'm just trying to distract myself from that shitshow of what couldn't even be classified as sleep." Another deep shuddering breath coursed through her body before she started again, trying to remain calm as she talked. "I... I think it's okay to talk about this, because no one will ever see this, except for me. These are really only to chronicle my adventures and make sure that I don't go insane, but here goes nothing." It was another moment before Alison decided to speak, her eyes not staring at the camera as she did so, her head drooped. It did nothing to hide her huge bags under her eyes and the dried tear stains on her face. "I saw the people who didn't survive... whatever Thanos did to half of the universe. And they were screaming at me, begging for me to save them. It was awful, their screams and cries of horror in their last moments of life and the want to be brought back- it all overwhelmed me. And then it hit me. They're screaming at me because I could've done better. I could've-" Ali stopped, clutching her side as a wave of pain washed over her body, the newfound side effect that she hated making itself known with her wave of emotions that she had tried to quell. The deep breaths she took to ease the pain did little, but it allowed her to finish her sentence, and with it, the late night log. "But it's all my fault."

[ SIXTEEN ]

"Day Thirty Five." Alison smiled grimly, her eyes wet from crying. The clear streak that shone under the light was clearly evident as she looked at the webcam, trying to keep it together so that she could record something to log the day. "I-uh- I found a message that Peter had hidden for me as a surprise for our one year anniversary today. He had timed it to show up on my laptop the exact day of the anniversary, which is today." Taking a shuddering breath in, there was a sort of pain on her face that was unlike anything else that had been seen before. "It was- an amazingly adorable video, and I think he wanted to be there when I watched it, cause he said at the end he had a surprise for me waiting at May's apartment. I guess I'll never know what it was, I'm in Ohio, after all." Her eyes filling up with tears, the girl shook her head, trying not to cry even more. "I assume it was some corny little thing, he was a sucker for rom coms. I wish he was here." Stopping, the girl looked up at the camera again, not saying anything for a moment. It was obvious that she didn't want to say anything more, the normally chatty girl falling silent, grieving the man that she loved so much- who was now dust in the wind."I miss you, Peter." She whispered, shutting off the camera soon after.

[ SEVENTEEN ]

"Thirty Seventh day and I'm still on the run," Alison remarked sarcastically, letting out a dry scoff. She was in a new location, yet again, this time a small little picture in the background indicating that she was somewhere in Illinois, moving from her Ohio hotel. "I've really been doing much of nothing, I've just been scanning the news for any sign of anything. All I see is the exact same thing over and over again, reports of more dead and some weird ass murderer running rampant in Nicaragua. I'm not sure what that has to do with anything, or why it should have such relevance after so many have died, but I guess that the media has to find something to report so that they can at least keep going." Giving an almost snort, Alison fidgeted with her hands, trying to think of something else to say. "As for the rest of the people who survived the snap? I'm still trying to figure out who else in my life is gone and who's still here. So far, I haven't heard any good news. Then again, everyone's been so afraid to even come outside that I'm not surprised that no one is alive in my books. But I'll keep myself updated until I find out who's still alive. Maybe my uncle's out there somewhere, but I just don't know it yet." Alison shrugged, almost laughing at the idea. "But I don't think that's even an idea that's possible anymore. Not after this, after everything. I just have to accept that he's gone, just like everyone else that I loved. They're all gone."

[ EIGHTEEN ]

The camera flickered to life with an almost sadness, showing her awful condition- which had only worsened since she had been seen four days earlier. She looked like pure shit, to put it mildly. "Day Forty One." She stated, looking up at the clock for a moment before giving a laugh. "Or Forty Two, if we're even keeping track of time zones. The past four days have just been me traveling around the states and trying to get to the middle of nowhere. I'm in Nebraska, which can literally be classified as the middle of nowhere. Sorry to anyone who lives in Nebraska." She didn't really seem all that sorry as she spoke though. "I think Steve is catching onto my trail, because a few days ago, I checked the encrypted channel and found messages about the trail I led them up to Canada not going anywhere. And now he's got Natasha involved, which makes my life a lot harder." Alison sighed, looking somewhere beyond the camera. "I have no clue where they think I am, but I think I might have to start being a hell of a lot more careful about the ways I travel and how quickly I do so. As much as I hate to admit it, I don't think hopping around the United States and trying to avoid the carnage still left from half of the citizens of the United States dying is doing much for my health. On top of, you know, dying." Standing up from her spot in her chair with a pained effort, Alison walked around the small room that she was in- although she appeared to be in some sort of small farmhouse. "This place kind of reminds me of Clint's farm, although I tried calling Auntie Laura after the first day and got radio silence. I even called their home phone, and I know one of the kids would've picked up if they were alive. So I know they're gone." Shaking her head, Alison tried to get the sad thoughts of her dead family and her failures out, beginning to pace the living room she was stationed in. "I think I'm going to end up in California at the end of all of this, that's been the end mission for this trip. If I can just get to Tony's Malibu house and access F.R.I.D.A.Y., then everything that I've been working towards can happen." Looking at the camera for a moment, Alison took a deep breath in, something she had been doing too much recently. "Although I don't want to accept it, I know I don't have much time left. But hey, I might as well spend them getting chased by the Avengers." She sarcastically quipped, letting out a dry chuckle before quirking an eyebrow at the camera. "Oh what fun."

[ NINTEEN ]

"Colorado!" Alison welcomed herself into the video logs, the laptop carefully balanced in the front seat of a car as Alison was driving through the state she was talking about. "We're on the route to the Golden State, that's right nobody's watching this video, we're going to California! It's Day Forty Eight." Staring at the road ahead of her, Alison gave a small exhale, the sound noticeable as she continued driving, the car silent. "I've been traveling for the past three consecutive days, only breaking to trade cars and, shit!" She exclaimed, a hard swerve making the laptop move across the seat, Alison swearing up a storm as she braked the car, panting breath coursing through her as she tried to regain her composure. "That came out of nowhere." She sighed, her head banging down on the steering wheel, the loud noise of the honk that she had accidentally set off scaring the crap out of her, making her jump in her seat. It was another few minutes of Alison just taking deep breaths to calm herself out of the stupor she was in before she decided to move again. Pressing her foot back on the gas pedal, Alison started to drive again, the location of where she was unclear. "I've got to get to California soon, and luckily enough for me, I'm about a day and a half out if I don't stop." Tapping the steering wheel in concentration, she peered ahead at the road. "But until then, I'm going to keep driving. I've been lucky enough that today I haven't had any more symptoms or relapses- as I've been calling them- in the past 12 hours, so maybe the fact I've been running off of adrenaline and pure caffeine might be contributing to it. But the next time you'll see me is probably after whatever I do in California. Maybe I'll try and hack footage and get some of whatever I'm doing into this little laptop file."

[ TWENTY -- TONY STARK'S MANSION– MALIBU, CALIFORNIA– CCTV FOOTAGE ACCESS GRANTED]

It had all been leading up to this, the whole cross country trip across the country leading Alison to this very location, this place where she would make the decision that would officially lead the most dangerous person in pursuit of her off of her trail completely.

And that place was Tony Stark's remodeled Stark Malibu Mansion.

It was obvious that she was scared to be there as soon as she stepped onto the pavement. Slamming the door shut to her car that she had stolen just outside of Nevada, Alison stared up at the mansion with a frown. She mumbled something incoherent underneath her breath, walking up the steps, picking the lock to the mansion. For a high-tech mansion, their lock was surprisingly easy to pick. Staring up at the camera in front of the house in hesitation, Alison pushed the door in.

It was a moment before she fully comprehended that this place was humongous. The ceilings stretched almost up to the sky, the huge modern lights hanging from them reminding Alison of a rather familiar facility in New York.

Looking around at the huge place in front of her, trying to make sure that what she was about to do was correct, Alison tried to take a deep breath in. But she didn't spend very long gawking at the sights around her, she had to get to work. Squinting up at the cameras again, Alison ran a hand through her hair, feeling its long length for a moment, almost contemplating what she was going to do. "F.R.I.D.A.Y., you active here?" She questioned in the air, getting a response from a voice resonating around her.

"Yes, although now that I have identified you are somewhere where I can communicate with you, I am obligated to contact Mister Stark." The AI chimed in, her Irish voice bouncing all around her.

"Yeah, well, activate Breakout Dark Protocol. Sync up with Karen." Alison waved her mask in front of the AI, knowing that Karen had the protocol inside of her. And Karen was synced to Alison's masks. Which made it all too easy, really.

"Will do." The AI spoke, pausing for a moment as she synced with Karen. "Miss Marnell, this protocol is something that wasn't created by Mister Stark. Are you sure that you would like to implement this protocol? It seems to-"

"Yeah." Alison waved away the worries of the AI, setting down the Breakout mask with a note attached down on a coffee table, knowing that when Tony came back to see who had broken into his house, he'd know exactly who did it- and hopefully believe that she was, well, not around anymore. That was what the Breakout Dark Protocol was for, after all. Skylar had engineered the protocol with her two years before, when they were with Absinthe, just in case Alison didn't come out of it alive. Good thing it was still around now, because this was the perfect time to use it.

"Breakout Dark Protocol activated."

"Send all camera footage with me in it to my personal laptop FRI, make sure that no one can ever find my laptop signal on the wifi, and if anyone even comes close to this house, I'm not here." Alison warned, walking off towards a bedroom, wanting to get to sleep at a decent bed for one night.

"No one's even here to begin with." The AI cheekily responded, going silent after that. Trudging to the bedroom, the afternoon quickly giving way to a familiar night sky, Alison messed around on her laptop, doing some sort of thing on the internet before she shut the device down, staring out at the night sky in California.

The next morning, Alison felt like she had gotten nowhere. Still awake after the night, even after F.R.I.D.A.Y.'s failed suggestions to get some rest, her exhaustion levels were maxed out. Her eyes were bleary as she packed up her things that she had left sprawled out in a guest bedroom, slinging her only duffel bag she had brought with her on the cross country journey over her shoulder, much fuller now from the extra clothes that Tony stored just in case anyone he knew had to stay in an emergency.

"There is someone coming to the mansion, and they're entering through the garage area, Miss Marnell." F.R.I.D.A.Y. scared Alison, the girl jumping at the sudden voice echoing through the room. "It appears to be someone that might expose-"

"Already on my way out, FRI. Thanks." Alison rubbed her eyes, her mind not fully comprehending the danger that this person could expose her and stop her whole mission to stay away from the Avengers. There was a moment before she heard the garage door swing open, F.R.I.D.A.Y. not giving her much of a warning.

"Tony! I told you that you're just being crazy." The exasperated sigh of a woman's voice rang through the mansion, Alison freezing in her spot, halfway through creeping out into the hallway. "I told you that no one broke into the-" Her voice cut off, and the woman came into the view of Alison's field of vision.

Holy shit, it was Pepper Potts.

Sliding into the hallway and the darkness of a corner, Alison was careful to watch Pepper's movements as the woman stopped in her place from coming up the stairs, seeing the door jimmied open and some obvious signs that someone had been here recently. "FRI?" The woman's soft voice called out, nervous, prepared, and collected all at once. "Hook Tony's call up into the mainframe, make sure that he can hear you."

"Will do, Mrs. Stark." The AI gladly responded, a small beep responding to show that Tony had been hooked up into the system. There was a moment of static before a voice spoke up from inside of the house that was not F.R.I.D.A.Y.'s.

"Pep?" Tony's voice echoed through the house, causing Alison to almost collapse where she stood. She hadn't heard that voice in, well, fifty-one days, if anyone was counting anymore. (which she most certainly was) "What's the matter? Do you need me to send some of the Legion for protection? You know that I can have one of the suits there in-"

"It's fine." Pepper waved away the worry, staring up at the ceiling and the cameras. "I can just have FRI scan the cameras and see if there's been any activity here since I was last here." Looking around at the mansion, her eyes followed the trail down the hall where Alison was hiding, the girl shoving herself against the wall, trying not to be seen by the woman.

"Well, what did you find FRI?" Tony asked expectantly from his place in the call, hoping to find some answers as to how the hell someone had gotten access to his mansion without being alarmed by F.R.I.D.A.Y. The man had only found out that someone was there from a Stark Satellite above, showing some random car in front.

There was a moment of hesitation before the AI answered, almost as if she were reviewing the new protocols in place that Alison had set. But the AI couldn't betray her code, so she answered honestly. "There has been no intrusion in the security cameras in the past few weeks since you've been here, Mrs. Stark."

Ah so the name wasn't a mistake. Tony had gotten married to Pepper, which Alison had expected, especially since they had both survived the random mass genocide that Thanos had inflicted upon the universe. (Thank you news sites that still decided to publish random gossip after the Snap).

"How the hell is that possible?" Tony questioned as he yelled through the phone, trying to rack his brain as to how F.R.I.D.A.Y. could say something like that. "There's a random car outside, and it wasn't there before. Scan for anomalies in AI code, FRI." The man demanded, hoping that it was just some common thief and the code could be easily fixed. That was all it could be-right? Some whack-ass criminal coming to bother Tony after the Decimation.

Slowly creeping out of her hiding place as she saw Pepper move away from the hallway and towards the kitchen (which she had, admittedly, left kind of a mess, Alison made it into the open area of the main living space, creeping towards the entryway. But when Pepper turned around again, swearing that she heard some noise, Alison was already tucked away against a wall in the hallway in a place where Pepper couldn't see her.

"There are no faults in my coding, Boss." F.R.I.D.A.Y. responded, telling the full truth. There had been nothing wrong with her code, just a new protocol that had been built into her being activated. "Why? Is there something wrong?"

"Shit." Tony whispered over the phone, his tone obvious that his mind was racing a mile a millisecond trying to calculate what exactly had gone wrong. And, more importantly, why his AI had let someone into his mansion.

Sliding against the wall, Alison made it to the door, turning the knob and opening the huge thing, a small amount of light flooding into the foyer. She almost had gotten out the door too, when Pepper had started to walk towards her again. Alison slunk back into the shadows, holding in a breath as Pepper walked towards the coffee table where Ali knew she had placed the note and mask that would wreck Tony- and she knew that he wouldn't take it easily.

"Tony." Pepper breathed out, her soft and weathered hand reaching out to grasp the note, reading it in Alison's carefully printed writing, seeing the "last words" of the girl written clearly on them. Then her eyes fell upon the mask, and her face dropped.

Alison took that moment to make her escape, slipping out the door and into the California air that was much more heated than she remembered it being the day before. It was a crisp day in June, and as she left the Nevadan car behind in the Stark's driveway, she could hear the pain-wrenching sob of one Tony Stark from far away, clear as day.

Shoving her earbuds in, making every attempt to try and make as much distance from the Stark Mansion as possible, Alison tried to ignore everything in front of her, focusing only on getting to the next location.

And the fact that now Tony Stark thought that she was dead, and that there was nothing she could do about it.

[ TWENTY-ONE ]

"We're in Vegas, baby!" Alison faked enthusiasm, looking back down at the camera with a gaunt face with even darker bags underneath her eyes than before. "Although it's more of a ruin of Vegas. The heat has basically killed a majority of the lights in the place, the once Sin City now Death City. Literally." She stared at the camera, her look showing that she wasn't lying. "There are still some people here, although they're more worried about a girl like me being out in the middle of the desert, and they're not worried about currency anymore. Although from the people I've talked to in the area, anyone who was here during the snap left as soon as they could get out." Unsure of anything else to say, Alison clicked her tongue, racking her brain to think of anything else to say. "The only positive to come out of these last few days is that I've been less concerned about the tech around me and I can stay in more public places. Tony thinks I'm dead, so there's no use in using resources to look for me. Well, that and the fact that F.R.I.D.A.Y. and any other AI that the Avengers try to use have the Breakout Dark Protocol implemented, so they can't even use it to try and find me. Other than that, it's been more traveling across desert and sand. I'm moving tomorrow though, so we'll leave this dismal place." Looking at the camera one last time, debating if she should say anything, Alison decided against it, reaching out and turning off the recording before she could say anything else.

[ TWENTY-TWO ]

"And welcome ba-" Alison stopped, her breath wheezing as she erupted into a coughing fit, struggling for breath for a moment. Her hand curled in a fist, she saw something on her hand, trying to hide her worry on her face as she wiped it down on a towel that was lying by her in the motel she had locked and picked her way into. "It's Day Fifty-Six, and I have no clue where the people in this New Mexico town are. I'm running low on gas, and the stations out here have all been hijacked by people. I swear, it's like the apocalypse in these places. People have no idea what the hell happened, even after the Avengers issued a press statement with everyone that they lost a few days ago. My name- or Breakout's - at least, has been added to the list." She seemed almost amused at that, her eyes squinting up at the camera with an intrigued look. "Wonder if Nat has picked up on all of the fake signs yet, or if she ever will. I know Steve won't stop, even if Tony's given up hope after I broke into his mansion a few days ago, that stubborn bastard- but it'll be an amazing feat if they ever figure out that I didn't end up taking my life in that cursed Californian city of Malibu." Letting out a wheezing laugh, Ali shook her head. "Regardless, I'm going to lay low here for a few days before moving onto my next state. I'm hoping to creep back towards the East Coast- which probably isn't smart- but hey, if it's a deathwish, why not try it? Dying in the place where I grew up sounds like a good idea if anything."

[ TWENTY-THREE ]

"It's Day Sixty, and I'm exhausted." Alison admitted, in a car once again, driving through more desert. "I'm currently going nowhere, but all I know is I'm somewhere in Colorado now. I've been driving for probably two and a half days straight, and I haven't had much rest. Well, save for the twenty minute naps I get every now and again." Tapping the steering wheel, it seemed like the girl was super impatient. "I've figured out the game plan. Which might seem like a stupid plan, but honestly, it's the last place that they would look. I'm driving to my Uncle's farm. No one is there anyways, and no one would dare to even step foot over there. I could make it there in minutes, but then it'd be obvious that I'm still alive, and the Avengers would know exactly where I was. And we can't have that." She clicked her tongue in fake scolding, sighing as she stared at the empty road in front of her, trying to stay concentrated. "I hacked into the Avenger's encrypted line again yesterday, and for once, there wasn't much activity. The most I could find on the most recent news was that they were trying to contact Tony after he sent them the note that I was dead, and the fact that some people- Carol, I think?- was going back to space. No damn clue who that was, but they were talking about how she helped in killing Thanos about a month ago, but she needed to go back to space." Turning on her signal, checking the lane before turning right, Ali looked straight at the camera for a moment. "I had no idea that they had killed Thanos, but if they already did that, then it really means that the people who are dead aren't coming back."

[ TWENTY-FOUR ]

"Day Sixty-Six!" The girl seemed super tired as she dried out her hair, the bags under her eyes more obvious. Not to mention the way her skin clung to her bones like she hadn't eaten a full meal in at least a few weeks. "I'm not sure what the hell I'm making these for anymore, but hey, it gives me something to do besides sit around. I guess that's a plus." Alison muttered, taking her towel and throwing it onto the bed behind her, taking a deep breath, trying not to make the fact that there was a small wheeze laced within her breath. "It's been sixteen days that I officially killed myself - according to Tony Stark, at least, and I haven't seen anything that would officially screw me over since then. There's been nothing on the news, no new updates, and everything is still shit.I made it to Clint's place." She noted, grabbing a brush from the desk that the laptop was standing upon. Taking a small piece of her hair and running the brush through it, Alison gave out a small sigh. "It's nice, I guess. I don't know. There's nothing out here but nature since the old couple who owned this place either died recently or got-well, you know. I guess it's easier than being on the run, but it still isn't fun." The girl frowned, a small sigh exhaling from her nose. "The TVA hasn't checked in for a while, which is good, because if they did anything more to me–" Alison hissed, trying to twist herself out of the position she was in, feeling her spine flare up with pain and her feet go numb for a moment. "Well, let's just say that I'm pretty sure that I would be stuck to a fate even worse than Rhodey's with my body. Anyways, I'm going to be here for a while, so I guess this is just my stomping grounds."

[ TWENTY-FIVE ]

Alison was silent and focused as she looked off into the distance, not remembering that she had started recording somehow. "You know, I've always wondered what happens after you die. Is there a place like heaven or hell? Or do we just-" She stooped, using one hand to gesture at the air around her. "You know, go nowhere? It's always fascinated me a little bit." Letting out a little dry laugh, Alison kept her eyes on the nature outside as she spoke her next words. "Guess I'll find out soon enough. The real reason that I've stuck myself here is because I really don't have the energy to move anywhere else. Whatever the Time Keepers decided to inject me with- well, from my extensive knowledge of AP biology, seems to be hurting something within my internal organ system. All they told me was that whatever solution they were injecting me would "solve the problem of my peskiness," which is of course so entirely vague that I have no idea what that means."

[ TWENTY-SIX ]

"And here's another video for no one to see." Alison sighed, rather bored. She looked exhausted and skinny, a faded and sullen look settling into her cheekbones, which were much more accentuated than normal. "Nothing has happened. I mean, I feel like I'm just counting down the days until someone catches up to me. Or whatever the hell I'm suffering with gets me." She chuckled, shaking her head as she leaned back in an office chair. "I've done the calculations over the time period that I've been on the run to see how long I have left, and it isn't much more than two weeks by my estimate. But hey, that's just a guess with the way my body is just slowly breaking down." Looking at the statistics, Alison sighed and shook her head. "Let's hope that the Avengers don't find me on that day, or we'll have a mess and a half on our hands." Ali seemed rather amused by this, zoning out in thought for a moment, pain flashing on her face, before snapping back to reality. "Anyways, tomorrow will be another day, and maybe I'll go out and see if I can explore the lake that the farm backs up to. If I have the energy to do it."

[ TWENTY-SEVEN ]

The laptop flickered on, Alison, backing up as she was recording her walk outside to the lake, just like she had said she would do days prior. Sliding open the glass door, stumbling as the teenager put all of her strength into opening it before she fell into a coughing fit, doubling over in pain. Trying to recover quickly, Alison looked back up at the camera, a weak smile on her face. Stepping outside, she took a few steps onto the porch before sitting down,an audible wince escaping her mouth as her back was to the camera. There was silence for a moment before she let out a scream that seemed to last for ages, before the young woman doubled over again, coughing for so long that it seemed unbearable. A gasping breath echoed through the silent forest before Alison fainted, the screen cutting out immediately after she fell.

[ TWENTY-EIGHT ]

It was like Alison forgot that she was recording. Maybe she had, as the camera was just focused on her, sobbing in the bed, looking at something below the eye level of the camera. It was almost as if she was contemplating something, a decision that could change her life forever. There was the smallest flash of something that could be registered for a moment- a gun, but for what, it couldn't be certain. Alison was muttering something to herself, almost talking to something that wasn't there anymore- maybe someone. There was a shuddering breath, tears slipping down her face before she rubbed her face with both hands, seeming to make a decision. Looking at her laptop, she realized that the camera had been recording her. Eyes widening in an instant, Alison climbed over to the laptop, still sniffling, she turned off the recording without a sound.

[ TWENTY-NINE ]

"I've decided to look through old photos that I scanned as I prepare to die." Alison looked at the computer screen for a moment, giving a soft smile as she saw the familiar outline of a place she once knew. "It's my childhood household, when my brother was born and came home for the first time. It's a nice memory." She muttered, inspecting it for a moment, before turning her eyes back to the laptop. "A nice one to remember before I die, anyway."

[ THIRTY ]

A click sounded from the laptop webcam, a sick, thin, and ghost white pale Alison coming to the screen. Her face's bones protruded from her cheeks, an orange flush covering the blush-like areas of the cheek that were visible to the eye. "Day Ninety Nine." Ali croaked out, her eyes devoid of any happiness or will to survive. "I have decided to take matters into my hands today, Because this? Is not it." She stated dryly, her voice raspy and quiet. "Although I'm pretty sure that I've been on the brink of death before, so this should be nothing new." Ali joked dryly, laughing quickly before coughing loudly and for a long period of time, turning away to cover her mouth. Specks of blood dotted her hand, and the girl wiped them away on a towel she had close by. The towel was covered in dried blood from earlier in the day, the girl getting a new towel once the old one had been used up to its max. "Though nothing has ever been like this. This, this is hell." The girl sighed, brushing a piece of hair out of her face. In doing so, Alison revealed a sickly thin hand, covered in bruises in splotches. "All there is to do now is- well, take matters into my own hands. Maybe Steve and Nat will find my corpse a few days from now. Maybe the Time Keepers will." Alison sighed, a raspy breath shuddering through the girl's sunken and sullen body. Her eyes tearing up, Ali wiped away the wet edges of her eyes, trying to keep a brave face. "Told myself that I wouldn't get emotional over this, that I had been preparing myself for this for the past seventy or so days, but I guess no one can ever be prepared for what comes after. At least Peter and Charles' deaths were painless. I wouldn't want either of them to experience what I've been through." Looking around at her surroundings, the places she had come to stay the past few days of her life after her journey across the country, the girl sighed. "I would've wished to have died in my own room, my own bed, but I had to make sure. I had to make sure that they wouldn't come for me before. There was nothing that they could do to save me now, and I had to make sure that-" Alison stopped, wincing as another wave of pain rushed through her body. She had gotten used to them by now, but now, they had come back with a burning passion and the goal to make her suffer. "I left them a small clue trail to find out I crashed at Clint's house, my final place where I want to die, but I don't think they'll be able to crack my code until I'm gone. It was a secret deciphering method that only Skylar and I know. If Skylar even left a copy of it lying around, they won't want to go into her room unless absolutely necessary. By the time that they break into Skylar's room, well it'll have been a few days from now. They'll find the note with the address and decipher it." The girl finished grimly, a tired exhale coming from her. "But it's all over now. And, Steve, Nat, anyone- if you find this final message, if you find this laptop with all of my logs on it- just know that there was nothing that I could do. I'm sorry." Alison's voice wavered with her last words, a shaking hand reaching out to disconnect the video. 

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so... this has been a very different style than I normally write... but this has been in the drafts, I kid you not, for like YEARS. EONS. I have been building up to these glimpses of Alison's life for YEARS. 

obviously, this is not the end-- because why would a story ever be eleven chapters? 

this is literally one of those chapters that has evolved with me as I've changed as a writer, so this has been changed many times but also some of the core parts of the writing has stayed the same. so you may clock some things that feel like very old school me, and that would be correct! some newer stuff has been added in too, but I wanted to try and keep the integrity of what baby ash wrote too 

now we're getting into the fun stuff. this is, in fact, where the fun begins! 

see you next time... or not! only time will tell 

(just kidding I will probably have an update out to you guys so fast because I am SO excited for what comes next!)