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"Oh, god."

Marlena shut the car door and wiped her mouth with her sleeve. She buckled in and closed her eyes, not even bothering to pay mind to the eyes she knew was on her. She only felt sicker than she did the previous night, though the only difference was now she knew why. She wanted it to be flu season or even car sickness. Either way, she felt horrible, and she wanted nothing more than to lay down and sleep, but that wasn't possible when she was a hundred miles from home.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Natasha questioned the brunette. She watched her curiously, knowing whatever answer she was about to give was a lie.

"Just a little car sick," Marlena answered.

Natasha gave Steve a knowing look in the mirror and he sighed before taking off again down the road. He knew she wasn't okay, but he also wasn't as clueless as he took himself for. After pulling over for the third time, Steve knew there was something more going on with her than just being car sick, and Natasha's expression only confirmed that for him.

"Y'know, that peanut butter sandwich kind of made me feel sick last night," Scott said to those in the car. "Maybe you just have food poisoning."

"Maybe."

"Are you guys really gonna blame this on my peanut butter sandwich?" Natasha scoffed.

"It's better than blaming it on something else," Marlena breathed out and glanced back to look at Natasha.

"Oh yeah?" Steve looked over at her. "What might that something be?"

Marlena simply shook her head and stared out the windshield. She couldn't say those words. She wouldn't say those words. It was way too soon and way too complicated given everything that expunged just the day before.

"You could also be pregnant," Scott chimed from his spot beside Natasha.

"Oh, my god," Marlena muttered to herself.

"I'm serious!" Scott exclaimed and leaned forward in his seat to look at Marlena, who was more than content not sharing her gaze with anyone, especially Steve. "My daughter's mother was the same way before she found out she was pregnant."

"I really don't want to talk about this right now, Scott," she said to the man, her gaze still out the windshield.

Natasha and Steve had so much to say regarding the situation, but Natasha knew it wasn't her place, and Steve couldn't find the right words to say. Marlena very well could've been pregnant, but at the same time she could've been suffering from car sickness, though he seriously doubted it.

"How long until we get to Tony's?" Marlena asked Steve quietly.

"About ten minutes."

Marlena nodded her head in understanding and looked back out the window.

"You know, I just wanna say that I'm really sorry about everyone you guys lost five years ago," Scott apologized, attracting everyone's attention. "I really hope we can find a way to make this work so we can bring everyone back."

"Me too, Scott," Natasha said to him.

"But seriously, just imagine how cool it would be to go back in time," Scott said excitedly. "Besides bringing everyone back, what else would you guys do if you could go back in time?"

"I don't think I would change much," Natasha answered. "I have everything I've ever wanted because of the team, so I guess the only thing I would do is bring everyone back. I would probably try to find my parents, though, before they died."

"I think I would go back and see my mom, let her know everything that's happened with me and just tell her about my life," Steve said.

"I think I'd probably go back and prevent my mom and dad from being brutally murdered," Marlena spoke nonchalantly.

"And what's a superhero without a tragic backstory?" Scott chuckled to himself.

"At the same time, though, I don't know if I would change anything," Marlena said to him. "Everything that's happened has made me who I am today, and I think I'm finally starting to like that person."

"That person has been through hell, Marlena," Natasha chuckled.

"Exactly," Marlena agreed. She was immediately met with yet another wave of nausea as she opened her mouth to speak again, "And I'm stronger because of it. The only thing that'll likely defeat me is this nausea. Can you please pull over?"

Steve did as she asked. The moment he was stopped, she threw the door open and vomited onto the ground, leaving Scott to watch on in disgust, while Steve and Natasha just exchanged glances with one another in the mirror. She wasn't just carsick, and they knew that better than anyone.

"Okay," Marlena leaned back and shut the car door again, a small smile falling onto her face as she looked over at Steve. "I'm all good now."

"You and I need to talk."

The brunette frowned and crossed her arms over her chest. "Yeah, I know we do," she replied quietly.

Steve took off down the road again, and after five minutes of silence, he finally pulled onto Tony's property. Tony could be seen sitting outside with his daughter Morgan, and the sight warmed Marlena's heart tremendously. She loved little Morgan Stark too much for her own good. Watching her and Tony together reminded her of her time with her kids and how terribly she missed being with them.

After the car was parked, the four of them hopped out. Tony stood up with Morgan in his arms. He looked surprised to see them, but he was glad they were there, nonetheless. He gave Natasha a nod, and together the four of them made their way into Tony's beautiful cabin. It was comfortable and remote, which was perfect for Tony and the family he'd created.

"Want some tea?" Tony called to the group as they walked in. "I make a great honey roasted green tea."

"That sounds really good actually," Marlena said to him.

Tony glanced over at them as he readied the dishes. "You guys look great. Where's that jacket from, Rogers? Looks expensive."

"You'd have to ask Marlena," Steve chuckled.

"I don't know either," Marlena shrugged and started inching towards the hallway. "I bought it off some expensive website and wiped the history so Steve wouldn't see how much it was."

"Jesus," Steve muttered to himself.

"I spoiled you way too much when you were younger, your spending habits are atrocious," Tony said to Marlena with a shake of his head. "And where are you going? You act like we don't see you trying to leave the room."

"I just have to head to the bathroom real quick," Marlena answered before she walked away, the heel of her boots clicking loudly across the wooden floors.

Steve looked to Natasha, and Natasha gave him a reassuring nod before taking off after Marlena. Steve looked at Tony, who was more than curious over what had just happened.

"Is she okay?"

"Yeah," Steve furrowed his brows, "She's just been feeling sick the last few days."

"Right," Tony smirked and continued preparing the teas, while Steve and Scott began explaining their time travel predicament.

In the bathroom, Marlena was leaning over the toilet, while Natasha stood behind her against the wall, her arms crossed over her chest. She originally offered to hold Marlena's hair back, but the brunette didn't want to be touched, and Natasha respected that. She'd seen Marlena like this once before, and that was about ten years ago; Marlena was pregnant with the twins.

"Marlena..." Natasha said after Marlena had finally sat up.

"I know what you're going to say, but I really wish you wouldn't say it."

"Why not?" Natasha let out a sigh. "You know I've seen this before, right?"

"Yes." Marlena stood up to wash her hands, and she looked at Natasha. "Which is why I really wish you wouldn't say it."

"You never get sick," Natasha reminded her. "Every time I came to see you after you found out you were pregnant with the twins, you were vomiting. I even brought you special candy from Russia to help you with your nausea."

"I really enjoyed those by the way."

"Marlena!"

"You've already figured it out, but I will not say those words to you until Steve hears them from my mouth first," Marlena remarked.

"I got it," Natasha placed a stray hair behind her ear. "How long have you known?"

"Since this morning," Marlena answered. "I went out last night after Steve went to bed and got a test."

Natasha just stared at Marlena with a huge smile on her face, something of which made her uncomfortable.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I'm gonna be an aunt again!" she exclaimed happily.

Marlena chuckled and shook her head before grabbing her hand and pulling her out the door. "Now, please stop treating me like a sick dog," she pleaded with her friend.

"Probably not, but maybe."

Marlena only continued toward the patio where she could hear the voices of Tony, Scott, and Steve. They were discussing quantum physics, so the women could only assume Scott and Steve had gone ahead and told Tony.

"We know what it sounds like," Scott said.

"Tony, after everything you've seen, is anything really impossible?" Steve followed.

Natasha and Marlena stepped outside with the three of them.

"Quantum fluctuation messes with the Planck scale which then triggers the Deutsch proposition," Tony said to Steve.

"English please," Marlena said as she took a glass from Tony.

"Welcome back you two," Tony teased the two women. "But to answer your unnecessary remark, in Layman's terms, it means you're not coming home."

"I did," Scott reminded him.

"No, you accidentally survived," Tony poured another glass and handed it to Natasha. "It's a billion-to-one cosmic fluke. And now you wanna pull a—what do you call it?"

"A time heist?"

"Yeah," Tony chuckled. "A time heist, of course. Why didn't we think of this before? Because it's laughable, because it's a pipe dream."

"The stones are in the past," Steve stopped him. "We could go back, we could get them."

"We could snap our own fingers, we can bring everybody back," Natasha added.

"Or screw it up worse than he already has, right?"

"I don't think we would."

Tony looked at Steve with a raised brow, "Gotta say it—I haven't missed that giddy optimism."

"I think maybe we should try it," Marlena finally gave in to the intriguing idiocy.

"But I do miss your giddy pessimism," Tony remarked and sat down. "However, high hopes won't help if there's no logical, tangible way for me to safely execute said time heist. I believe our most logical outcome will be our collective demise."

"Not if we strictly follow the rules of time travel," Scott sat down across from Tony. "Alright, it means no talking to our past selves, no betting on sporting events."

"I'm gonna stop you right there, Scott," Tony leaned forward, "Are you seriously telling me that your plan to save the universe is based on Back to the Future?"

"No."

"Good, you had me worried there, because that'd be horseshit," Tony countered. "That's not how quantum physics works."

"Tony," Natasha spoke up. "We have to take a stand."

"We did stand, and yet here we are."

Marlena hated how right he was.

"I know you got a lot on the line," Scott said to Tony. "You've got a wife, a daughter, but I lost someone very important to me. A lot of people did, but now we have the chance to bring her back—to bring everyone back—and you're telling me you won't even—"

"That's right, Scott," Tony cut him off. "I won't even. I can't."

The door opened and Morgan came running out, grabbing Marlena's attention. Tony was right, and while she wanted nothing more than to bring everyone back, she didn't want to risk everything she had. She was about to have a family again, but if they did this and it didn't work, she risked losing that family and once again suffering through the pain of a loss she would without a doubt not get through. Steve was the opposite, though, and she wasn't sure how she was supposed to handle that.

"I wish you were coming here to ask me something else—anything else," Tony stood up with Morgan in his arms. "I'm really happy to see you guys, I just—"

"Tony, I get it," Steve said to him. "I'm happy for you, I really am, but this is a second chance."

"I got my second chance right here, Cap," Tony glanced over to Marlena, who was subconsciously holding her stomach, and he sighed before looking back at Steve. "So do you, and she's standing right over there. I'm not rolling the dice on mine."

The group bid their goodbyes, and soon Steve, Marlena, Natasha, and Scott were walking back to the car.

"He's scared," Natasha said to the group.

"I don't blame him," Marlena replied. "He's got a point."

"Yeah, but I mean, what are we gonna do?" Scott asked as they approached the car. "We need him. What, are we gonna stop?"

"No, I wanna do it right," Steve answered, leaving a frown on Marlena's face. "I'm gonna need a bigger brain."

"Bigger than his?"

"Are we really gonna bother Bruce with this?" Marlena asked Steve from the passenger side door, her voice quiet.

Steve looked over at her, making sure to notice the expression on her face. She wasn't happy over the current situation, and while he knew she wouldn't be, he wasn't aware of the true reason why. "I think it's worth a try, Mar."

Marlena didn't answer, she only got into the car and shut the door.

"Someone's in a mood," Scott squeaked.

"Please don't let her hear you say that," Steve said to him.

"You two imbeciles wanna get into the car?" Natasha called to them. "I'm pretty sure we have somewhere to be."

Steve and Scott both got into the car.

Before long, the group was back off to the city to finally figure out what they could do to make things work.