Stone. ~ S.Rogers

~34~

I'm scared.

"Perfectly not confusing." Scott responded, and I felt Steve kiss my temple, making me smile.

"Good luck, Scott." I smiled, and Steve gave him a wave.

"You got this."

"You're right. I do, Captain America." Scott said confidently, and Bruce pressed a button, sending Scott disappearing into the Quantum Tunnel.

"Okay, on the count of three." Bruce said, and I sighed, squeezing Steve's hand.

Please, let this work.

Bruce pressed a button, but the person who returned was a teenager.

"Uh, guys? This doesn't feel right."

"It's Scott." I whispered, and Steve looked worried.

"What is this?" He asked, making Bruce panic.

"What's going on?"

"Who is that?" Nat asked, and Bruce pushed a bunch of buttons, trying to fix Scott, to no avail.

"Hold on."

"That's Scott, right?" I asked, and the teenager looked scared.

"Yes, it's Scott!"

Uh oh.

Before any of us could respond, Scott got sucked back into the Tunnel, reappearing, but as an old man.

"Ow! My back!"

"What is this?" Steve asked, and Bruce lightly ushered for us to move.

"Can I get a little space here?"

"Yeah, of course." I said, and we took a few steps back while Steve held onto my hand.

"Can you bring him back?"

"I'm working on it!" Bruce exclaimed, tapping the side of the button pad, trying desperately to bring him back.

After a moment, Scott disappeared, coming back as a baby.

"It's a baby." Steve said, and Bruce sighed.

"It's Scott."

"As a baby!" Steve argued, making Bruce shoot him an annoyed expression.

"He'll grow."

"He's actually pretty cute." I commented, and Steve playfully rolled his eyes at me before turning to Bruce.

"Bring Scott back!"

"When I say kill the power, kill the power." Bruce ordered Nat, who nodded, running to the generator, looking stressed.

We all were.

Poor Scott.

"Alright, kill it!" Bruce shouted, and Nat immediately reacted, pulling the lever down, causing everything to shut off.

Scott disappeared again, hopefully for the last time, returning back as normal, looking tired.

"Oh, thank God." I heard Nat say under her breath, and I leaned my head into Steve's shoulder, sighing.

"Somebody peed my pants." Scott said, looking at all of us, relieved, but exhausted.

"But I don't know if it was 'baby' me or 'old' me." He said, locking eyes with me, a confused expression on his face.

"Or just 'me' me."

"What do you think?" I asked Steve, who tilted his head in wonder.

"What do I think about what, love?"