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What if Tony dusted instead of Peter?

-5 years later-

Peter walks out of the house and walks over to his son, Anthony's play area and claps a tune "Chow time." he walks up to the tent "Anthony." he sits and holds one of his son's toys "Anthony E. Parker, you want some lunch?" Anthony comes out of the tent wearing a Iron-man like mask and holds up a glove with a flashlight in it "Define lunch or be distenagrated." "Woah, ok you should not be wearing that. that is a part of a very special gift I'm making for Mom." he pulls the helmet off Anthony's head "There you go. Are you thinking about lunch? Want a handful of crickets?" "No." "How did you find this?" "Garage." "Were you looking for it?" "No, I found it though." "You like going to the garage, huh? So does Daddy," He picks him up and starts walking to the house "It's fine actually. Mom never wears anything I buy her."

As he steps on to the porch he sees the other Avengers standing by a car looking at him, Natasha and him share a nod, Peter takes Anthony into the house "Ok Tony, go eat lunch with Mom." He walks out and pours the others some drinks "Now, we know what it sounds like..." Scott says "Peter after everything you've seen, is anything really impossible..?" Steve asks "Quantum fluctuation messes with the Planck scale, which then triggers the Deutsch proposition. Can we agree on that? In Layman's terms, it means you're not coming home." "I did." Scott says "No. You accidentally survived. It's a...It's a billion-to-one cosmic fluke. And now you wanna pull a...What do you call it?" "A time heist?" "Yeah, a time heist." "Of course. Why didn't we think of this before? Oh! Because it's laughable? Because it's a pipedream?" Peter says rolling his eyes "The stones are in the past. We can go back and we can get them." Scott says "We can snap our own fingers. We can bring everybody back." Natasha says

Peter sighs "Or screw it up worse than he already has, right?" "I don't believe we would." "Gotta say, sometimes I miss that giddy optimism. However, high hopes won't help if there's no logical, tangible way for me to safely execute said time heist. I believe the most likely outcome would be our collective demise." Scott looks at Peter "Not if we strictly follow the rules of time travel. That means no talking to our past selves, no betting on sporting events-" Peter cuts him off "I'm gonna stop you right there, Scott. 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. 'Cause that'd be horse shit. That's not how quantum physics works." Natasha sighs "Peter...We have to take a stand." "We did stand. And yet, here we are." Scott shifts in his seat "I know you got a lot on the line. You got a wife, a son. But I lost someone very important to me. A lot of people did. And now, now we have a chance to bring him back. To bring everyone back. And you're telling me that won't even..." "That's right, Scott, I won't even. I got a kid."

Anthony runs over to Peter, he picks him up "Mommy told me to come and save you." "Good job. I'm saved," he turns and looks at the others "I wish you'd come here to ask me something else. Anything else. Honestly, I... I missed you guys, it was...hard." "Peter, I get it. And I'm happy for you, I really am. But this is a second chance." "I got my second chance right here, Cap. I can't roll the dice again. If you don't talk shop, you can stay for lunch." They walk off the porch and leave as Peter takes Anthony into the house.

Peter's washing the dishes, he notices a picture of him and Tony, he shuts off the water and wipes his hands before picking up the picture "I miss you Mr. Stark, I promise I'll find a way to bring you back.." He puts the picture back and goes to work on a plan for time heist. He sits down and starts working on it, 2 hours later at midnight he finally does it "Look at a mod inspiration, let me see what checks out. So, recommend one last sim before we pack it in for the night. This time, in the shape of a mobius strip, inverted, please." "Processing..." "Give me that eigenvalue. That, particle factoring, and a spectral decomp. That will take a second." "Just a moment." "And don't worry if it doesn't pan out. I'm just kinda -" "Model rendered."