If we can't save England, be as sure as hell that we'll avenge it.

Chapter 1

Time passes by so quickly, like a blink of an eye, or a karate bitch slap, whichever faster. It is now in the glorious year of 2019. The whole world is changed almost completely, fulfilling the dreams of the people in the past of how it would be like. Gravity free cars, teleportation, buttonless video games and all. A tree is usually planted here and there, not much but it's still there. People do still need to breathe, after all. Steve Rogers sat at the bar, drinking coffee and then wincing at the very, very bitter taste like he usually does every morning. Then he has this look on his face, still not used to the change of enviroment.

He felt old, very, very old. Watching all these things and thinking vaguely that you can never be apart of it feels very lonely. He was born decades, nearing a century, ago. He was part of one of the bloodiest world war in history and frankly, it is quite hard to believe that peace almost solid, excluding the attack from the god of mischief, which is Loki, who's trapped in Asgard, here and there, not was violent as the one in 2012, it was small and tricky, nonetheless.

"Don't you even dare wasting on that cup of delicous coffee, evil capsicle!" Steve turns to see Tony Stark in his usual suit and smirk in place.

"I wasn't." He replies lamely, he actually was going to leave the coffee there and go on a stroll around the modern city of New York. He never liked to drink coffee, but the aroma on the other hand...

"Che, and I'm not Tony fucking Stark." Both of them chuckles at this, it's amusement to them. Verbal abuse, that is, to Tony. 'cause Steve Rogers would never EVER do that. He's captain freaking America damnit!

"Excuse me," A voice is sounded, but neither of them heard so they continued chatting.

"EXCUSE ME. YOU DAMN SHITTY EXCUSE OF A HERO!"

Okay, now THAT caught the attention of both snickering, full grown men. Tony narrows his eyes as he stares at this person, he's around seventeen or eighteen and he has fair brown hair and amethyst angry, but sparkly eyes. He seems to be wearing a baeige coloured uniform and he's holding on to a fluffy paw of a toy polar bear. Or so they thought, until it moved and tried to bite the other man's hand. TRIED. Steve gapes, but not entirely surprised.

"Who are you? And I believe that you have no rights to call me a shitty excuse since I saved your sorry ass years ago." Tony crosses his arms and scowls at the newcomer. Steve kept quiet, eyes calculating. Somehow, this person looks really damn familiar.

Must be a look alike from someone he once knew, he just can't place a finger on it.

"Back off, I wasn't even in America at that time. My country wasn't even affected, and right now, I wouldn't even give a flying fig. My name is Matthew Williams, I presume that you are the Avengers?"

Tony twitched.

"Isn't that obvious?"

"I'm just reassuring myself, you dumbass." The guy shot back, though very fiesty, not very noticable.

"What do you want from us?" Steve breaks in before Tony could make another comment. He really doesn't want another fight in his favourite restaurant. They make the best, he mean it, THE BEST pancakes and cheesecakes, EVER.

"This is not the place to talk, come with me."

"Did you really think that we're going to follow you just like that you little asshol-," A piece of paper is shoved up to Tony's face. Matthew rubs his temples and pinches on the bridge of his nose.

"I have the approval from Nick Fury. This is his fucking acceptance now will you please come with me so that I won't go all hulk on you. Trust me, I WILL be pissed and you know what they say about angry canadians. " Matthew cut Tony off from even saying anything.