New York was in shambles. The green signs that hung on every street corner were torn apart, the poles that once held them now ruined, lying broken on the floor.

Tony stared at the only news channel still operating, head spinning a mile a minute.

This is my fault. And I'm going to do whatever it takes to fix it.

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Peter woke up, his head throbbing with pain. His eyes unfocused a bit as he struggled to get onto his feet, having been blasted into the rubble after Tony triggered the stone again.

Peter looked around the room, looking for a de-aged Tony.

"Jarvis?" Peter called out. "Where's Tony?"

No response.

Peter started panicking, wildly searching the room in a desperate bid to find Tony.

He could not lose him right now.

According to Peter's calculations, Tony would be around 10 years old now, meaning that he wouldn't even be able to fit in an armor, much less control it.

This meant that Red Skull could easily harm Tony.

And Peter couldn't let that happen.

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A figure loomed by the doorway, casting a shadow on the rubble as he neared the hero, mind so crazed that he couldn't think of anything except for what he desperately needed.

Retrieve the infinity stone.

And he was ready to kill to do so.

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Natasha let out a frustrated scream as she rammed her blade into the circuit of what seemed like the hundredth robot.

The comms had shorted out when the cell towers got destroyed, making her trapped here, unable to reach Cap or Falcon.

She glanced at Liva, who was wrestling with two robots on her own, having exhausted her little tricks. Nat tazed the robot, distracting it for enough time for Liva to deactivate it. She shot Nat a grateful look as she ran towards the next hundred.

Or thousand. She had lost count long ago.

She didn't know how much longer they could hold them back, and could only hope that Tony and Peter were fixing it as quickly as they could.

Please.

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Tony hid in his room, having ran after J had told him that Red Skull was near. He was having a hard time digesting the fact that he was trapped in his own house.

Groaning, the now ten year old Tony sifted through his first few suit designs, desperate to find anything the younger version (in time and not form) of Tony had made that could help him out.

He let loose a curse as he threw the picture of him and his dad aside, and was just about to throw the rest away when he spotted something.

Tony pulled the paper closer for inspection, smile widening after each passing second

Eureka.

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Peter wiped the blood off his face as he got ready to fight Red Skull again. The person in question screamed out, demanding him to had over the infinity stone.

"Give it to me!" He roared, punching Peter square in the jaw.

"Over my dead body." Peter spat out.

"That can be arranged." Red skull said, mouth widening into a maniacal smile as he bashed his head in with Peter's, making little black spots dance in front of his eyes.

But Peter stayed on his feet, not for him, but for Tony, buying him time to run.

He threw Skull against the wall, making it crack and crumble even more. He fell to the ground, finally hurt, and screamed in agony.

Yes!

Peter walked over to where he was laying and seized a plank, swinging it over Skull, and swiftly bringing the wall down onto him.

Checkmate, Skull.

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Tony worked frantically, using whatever he had for his little project. This was his only chance to get it right.

His hands were bleeding, small pieces of glass sticking out of his skin, but he didn't notice. He had learnt to ignore the pain a long time ago.

Tony had managed to build a basic skeleton of his project, when he heard the crunch of feet crushing glass. Fear shot through his body as he dived under a table, wincing when his knees scraped against bent metal in the process.

No. No. No. No.

Tony needed time. He couldn't be caught now, he had no way of protecting himself, and no one to save him.

Where was Peter?

Tony could see the limping figures shadow as it came closer to him.

Was Red Skull injured?

Tony's fear turned into relief when he heard a voice echoing through the room.

"Mr. Stark- I mean -Tony?"

"Peter!" Tony exclaimed, scrambling out to hug Peter.

"Hey Tony." Peter laughed shakily.

Tony pulled back, gratitude surging through him. "I thought you were gone."

"I would never leave you alone, Tony." Peter said softly, hugging Tony, when he spotted the pieces of metal and wires on the table.

"What are you making?" Peter asked Tony, curious.

Tony grinned, in what seemed like after a hundred years and exclaimed, "We are going to have so much fun!"

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"Sam!" Steve roared. "On your left!"

Sam ducked in time, slashing the robot into two with his wing. "That was close. Thanks Cap."

Steve nodded in response, boosting off the walls of a crumbling building as he unceremoniously deposited himself onto the robots neck.

He quickly wrenched open its panels, randomly pulling out wires, making the robot quiver wildly before collapsing into a heap.

Cap sighed, wiping sweat off his face before he pulled his shield out of the severed torso of a robot.

"Sam, how many more can we expect?"

Sams eyes flashed in fear as he scanned the horizon.

"More than anything we can ever manage."

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He woke up, stuttering and gasping for breath as he heaved a slab of solid granite off himself.

It might have escaped once, but he won't let the stone slip from his grasp again.

The stone.

His eyes flashed with desire as he struggled onto his feet. The boy was a problem, but could be dealt with easily.

No one could stop him from getting what he desired.

He let out a garbled scream as his mind flooded with craze.

Five.
Four.
Three.
Two.
One.

Ready or not, here I come.

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A/N: I know, I know. I've been really late with this chapter. My exams kept me really busy. Then I suffered from writers block, so it took me a lot of time for these 1000 words.

Its a short chapter, but I still have a little bit of the block, so I really didn't have the mood to write another 1000 words. Et voilá, you'll get another chapter.

Sorry guys, but wattpad 101 is to leave people in suspense. So in a truly Rick Riordan manner, I leave you with a cliffe!

Goodbye!