Natasha Romanov x Steve Rogers || Tony Stark x Pepper Potts || Clint Barton x Laura Barton || Wanda Maximoff x Vision ||

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Yellowstone National Park, November 22th, 2019. The air is cold, the animals prepare for the upcoming winter. The sun shines bright, though, and at least it warms the earth enough to keep it from freezing. The birds sing a wild song in a melody unknown to the human ear, the bisons graze peacefully and the hares hop around in search of something sweeter than grass to eat.

Suddenly, the air stills and all sound stop. All the animals freeze and raise their head, looking into the woods. The young bisons, more sensitive to the tension in the air, frolic around their parents, anxious to get away from the foreboding feeling that emerges from deep within the forest.

And then, from between the trees starts to appear a greenish light and supernatural winds blow from inside the woods. The birds fly away in terror, the hares run into the cover of their den and huddle inside, trembling in fear of the unknown. The bisons roar a command to their young and they all trot as far away as they can get.

The light gets brighter and the winds harder, trees get uprooted from the soil and sucked into the light. The only sound that can be heard for the next seconds is the howling of the winds, until the terrified cry of a human being breaks through it, followed by several more. Six resounding thuds can be heard before the howling stops and the light fades away in a sudden flash, leaving only the moaning and groaning of six humans that lay in the grass in a mess of limbs.

"Ugh, get off me!"

"You get off!"

"Eww! What the hell am I touching?!"

"That's my ass, you pervert!"

"Gah! Stop moving!"

"Guys, shut the hell up!"

All movement stops and everybody close their mouth with a resounding clank of their teeth. With a few movements, a lone figure disentangles itself from the pile. It's a young female, probably in her mid teens; blonde with pink highlights and deep grey eyes. She looks over her friends and finally smiles, locating what she's been looking for. A silver, double head war hammer with the handle half her height long and the head twice as big her own. She extends her hand towards it and it flies to her. She grabs it effortlessly and swings it over her shoulder so it rests over it.

"Ok, you can continue now." The rest of the gang looks at each other before another voice, male this time, interrupts before they can do anything.

"Don't even think about it!"

He's the one that get's up next, he's older than the girl, most likely in his late teens, probably an adult already. His tousled hair is a lively red and his eyes a contrasting deep blue. He cards his fingers through his ginger locks, messing them up even more before bending over and helping his friends up one by one.

The first one is male, a bit older than him and slightly shorter than him, with dirty blond hair and green eyes. He utters a quiet Thanks, Bro before patting him on the back and letting go. The second one is a female, same age as him. Her hair is midnight black and her eyes a light blue. She smiles at the boy and peck a kiss on his cheek. He blushes and lets go of her to help the remaining female on the ground, she's slightly younger, her hair is long and brown and her eyes are black.

He turns to his friends and sees the blond boy helping the last teen up on his feet. He's the youngest of them all, probably in his early teens. His eyes are a strikingly light blue and his hair is black.

"So… where are we?" asks the blonde girl, tapping the hammer against her shoulder as if it weights nothing. They all shrug and she tilts her head to the side before raising the hand that isn't holding the hammer to her left ear and pressing the button on the device hooked over her ear. "Peter? Peter, come in." she waits for a second before sighing. "My com is down, guys."

"No, it's not. I heard you. It's his that doesn't work." Says the oldest of the group. He looks around the ground and groans, throwing his arms in the air. "Where's my bow?!"

"Here, you goof!" the redhead tosses a black, metallic bow to him before starting to examine his vambrace. He presses a few of the buttons to see if they still work. When he confirms that indeed it does, he turns to the black-haired girl and smiles at her. "Does your suit work, Piper?" she smirks and raises a brow at him.

"Please, James, it's Dad's newest model, of course it works." He just shrugs and grins; she gives him another kiss, on the lips this time. "God, you're such a dork."

"Will you stop flirting for one second and help us figure out where we are?" complains the shortest of the group, looking at them with bored eyes as if he's seen the same scene a thousand times before. The girl chuckles and moves away.

"Sorry, Scout, we'll keep the PDA to a minimum."

"What are we doing here, anyway? Why would Doc send us here?" complains the blonde, supressing a yawn and looking around the woods.

"No idea, but it must've been for something." James replies and looks around before continuing. "Does anyone know where are we?" they all look at one another and shake their heads.

"Ok, let's be intelligent here, people." the brown-haired girl presses the button to her own device. "ECHO, are you there?"

"Miss Bianca, what can I do for you?" replies an androgynous voice.

"Can you tell me where we are?"

"Of course: you are in the Yellowstone National Park, a kilometre to the east of the Polecat Creek."

"Yellowstone? What are we doing in Yellowstone?" asks Scout as he combs his hair away from his face.

"No idea, but we should move. We are too exposed here." Advises Piper. They look around the clearing: the uprooted trees, the overturned earth; it's pretty clear something's happened here.

"Good idea, Maiden. C'mon, people, move it! Let's get as far away as we can!" James gestures to the trees and they all start marching west.

"ECHO, where's the closest source of water?" asks the blonde girl.

"There's a spring at 476 meters to the south-west from your current position, Miss Thalia. If you desire to arrive there, I advice you to turn 36º to the left." The whole group does as the AI says and keeps walking.

"And where's the closest camping grounds?" the blond boy asks this time.

"It's at 1.77 kilometres from the springs. Do you wish for directions from your current position, Mr Nathaniel?"

"No, thanks, ECHO." The blond groans. "2 kilometres! That's so far away!"

"You do realize that last year Mom took us on a survival camp and we walked ten times that distance, right?" remembers James and gets a glare from the older boy for his troubles. Scout huffs and is about to open his mouth when the AI's voice sounds in their coms.

"Ladies and gentlemen, there's an aircraft approaching from the east, it seems to be heading your position." They all freeze and instantly adopt a defence stand, forming a circle with all facing outside and the ones that have weapons, raise them.

"How far away is it, ECHO?" asks Piper.

"200 meters. It appears it's heading to your previous position." They all blink, confuse and relax their stance slightly. "I've analysed the aircraft, it belongs to Stark Enterprises." At this, they all sigh in relief.

"Oh, thank god! Let's get out of here!" They all turn around and start running.

"What do you bet that Doc messed up with the coordinates and sent us to the wrong place!" shouts Nathaniel, looking at James with a teasing smirk on his lips. The younger boy laughs.

"He certainly needs to retire, he's getting too old for this kind of things! He should just let Magica handle it!" the whole group laughs with him and they finally reach the site just as the aircraft is landing. They all stumble to a halt at the sight of the plane.

"What the hell is that?!" screeches Piper. "ECHO, you said it was from Stark Enterprises!"

"And it is, Miss Piper."

"It doesn't look like one!" complains the girl again, prompting her friends to back away and crouch in the underbrush.

But it is, Miss Piper. It's a 2018 model, the StarCraft 26-34 Delta."

"2018?! But that would make it a twenty-year-old model! It shouldn't be operational!"

They watch as the plane lands and they all tens up. The back gate of the ship lowers to the ground and the teens stop breathing when they see who gets out from it. Finally, James manages to swallow the lump in his throat and speak.

"ECHO, what date is today?"

"November 22th, 2019"

"Oh, SHIT!"

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So... what do you think?

The OCs belong to avengers-nextgen on Tumblr. I modified them a bit, changed a few things but it's practically the same.