Five Years Later

A car crusher flattened an Audi. Thousands of cars that have never been driven lie on the docks, waiting for their turn.

A huge tarp flaps over the shuttered Lincoln Center.

A teenage girl rides a skateboard through a weed-infested lot, behind her was a empty stadium.

A poster displayed a single figure staring at a group of shadows. It read, "Where do we go, now that they're gone?"

The bottom of the poster read, "Brooklyn support group, Tuesdays 8PM."

A grieving man spoke in a recovery group.

"So, I went on a date the other day." He confessed.

"Good job, Bobby. Back in the game." Another man congratulated him.

"Thank you, Jimmy." Bobby replied, then turned to the group. "First in five years. I sat there at dinner thinking, what are we even supposed to talk about?"

A thinner and older Steve Rogers listens intently.

"What dd you talk about?" He asked.

"Same old crap. How much things have changed. How much we miss the Mets. My job, his job. Then it got kind of quiet. He cried during the salads." Bobby answered.

"What about you?" An older man asked.

"I cried just before dessert. But I'm seeing him tomorrow. So..." Bobby began, before trailing off.

"That's great. You've already done the hardest part. You took a jump, didn't know where you'd come down. And that's it, those little brave baby steps we've gotta take. To try and make us feel whole again, to find a purpose..."

He looked at everyone.

"I went into the ice right after I meet the love of my life. Woke up seventy years later and...had to keep going."

The group took this all in. Steve continued.

"The world's been left in our hands. If we don't do something with it...then Thanos might as well have killed all of us."

They nod, but Steve was unconvinced of his own words.

Meanwhile at the Command Center outside Angel Grove...

"So, let me see if I understand." A bipedal Pokemon with slight feline-like features said. "While we were busy fighting the First Order and Palpatine, Thanos destroyed the Infinity Stones and Thor killed him?"

"Unfortunately, yes." Iron Man sighed.

"There goes the neighborhood."

"I was about to say that." A white-haired spirit named Aisling replied.

"Following that, we helped Dulcea, Sora and the others undo the damage he and the other villains did starting with the Power Chamber." A brown-haired boy with goggles on his forehead explained. His name was Takuya Kanbara.

"Then Hotaru and Trista sensed your return to Earth in a copy of the Millennium Falcon." A girl with honey-blonde hair said.

"So, we waited in the Power Chamber for your return." A young woman with yellow-blond hair added.

"While avoiding Bowser's army?" A hedgehog with black fur and red eyes asked.

"Right." Dawn nodded.

"Pip." A small blue penguin said.

"Although I am pleased you did this for all of us, we are now uncertain of the things you've done before." A floating blue head said to everyone.

"Sorry boss, there was no other option." Iron Man remarked.

"He's right. We had no choice." Captain Marvel added.

San Francisco

The camera pans down from the sky onto a strangely quiet San Francisco, until we find a...storage warehouse.

A van sits in a storage unit behind a metal fence, surrounded by boxes.

Through the windows in the back, we see a tunnel. A rat then crawls over the van's rear windshield and accidentally activates the controls for opening the Quantum Realm, haphazardly activating the Quantum Tunnel. The rear door then bursts open, flinging a brown-haired man outside the van.

He grunts, pushing a cushion off of his body and deactivates a helmet still grunting in pain sweeping away sparks from his suit's electrical failure. The man then tries to stand up.

"What the hell?" He asked, managing to stand up. Electricity sparked out of the suit's gauntlets.

The man now looks around with a confused expression on his face.

"Hope?" He questioned.

Inside a security office, a guard was reading a book as he looks at the security system seeing something going on inside one of the storage facilities. Through the camera, the brown-haired man was dressed casually, shouting and waving at a sign with the word "Help" on it.

Outside the facility, he pulls out a pushcart and looks back seeing the guard giving him a stern look. He walked around until reaching his home street, finding a post covered in missing posters, abandoned houses, a wrecked car, nothing but desolation. He then sees a kid on a bike pass by.

"Kid! Hey kid!" He yells out.

The kid stops his bike and stares back with a serious expression on his face.

"What the hell happened here?" He asked.

The kid still stares at him and is almost about to tear up, but immediately turns away from him and moves on. He gave him the same confused look, as he arrived to a memorial called "The Vanished", with all the names of people who were victims of the Snap. As he arrived to one of the engraved stones, he immediately dropped the handle in shock.

He checked another engraved stone to see if his daughter's name was on one of them.

"Please, please, please, please... No, Cassie." He repeated before looking at the engraved stone in shock, finding his name on it.

"What?" He asked in disbelief.

He ran across the memorial and then to his home, ringing a doorbell. Then he banged on the door and tried opening it, but it was locked. Then, he sees a figure appear out of a hallway inside. The figure got closer, revealing a woman in a purple sweater with her hand pushing towards the glass door's window and her face was filled with amazement, as she opened the door. It was his daughter, Cassie now a teenager over the last five years.

Cassie, who hadn't seen him in five years, holds his face up and starts to smile tearfully. He did the same.

"Cassie?" He asked.

"Dad?" She questioned back. The two emotionally hug as dad and daughter had reunited after all this time. Then he shoves her back, realizing she was a teenager.

"You're so big." He said, placing his hands on her shoulders.

They hug once again.

The camera cuts to a sunset in San Francisco, showing a metal face with a sign saying in its headings, "RESTRICTED AREA, DO NOT ENTER" with the subtext, "AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY BEYOND THIS POINT, SECURITY ID OR ESCORT REQUIRED", then cuts to a scene inside the New Avengers facility, someone cutting the two bread slices with peanut butter filling into a couple of triangles, as someone else was speaking. The camera pans up to Romanoff, now having red, long hair, over-coloring her blonde streaks, hearing Rocket Raccoon out about his status so far.

"Yeah, we boarded that highly suspect warship Danvers pinged." Rocket explained.

The camera cut to show several individuals in holographic calls from left to right respectively, Nebula and Rocket, Okoye, Danvers with a tomboyish haircut, Sora, Superman and Rhodes.

"It was an infectious garbage scowl." Nebula muttered.

"So, thanks for the hot tip." Rocket turned back to her with a smirk.

"Well, you were closer." She retorted.

"Yeah. And now we smell like garbage." Rocket complained.

"Can we move on please?" Sora insisted.

Natasha turned to Okoye.

"You get a reading on those tremors?" She asked.

"It was a mild subduction under the African plate." Okoye answered.

"Do we have a visual? How are we handling it?" Romanoff questioned.

"It's a undersea earthquake, Romanoff. That's something beyond their ability to deal with." Superman pointed out.

She turned to Danvers.

"Carol, are we seeing you here next month?" She asked.

"That's unlikely." Carol admitted.

"What, you gonna get another haircut?" Rocket asked jokingly.

"Listen fur face, I'm covering a lot of territory. The things that are happening on earth are happening everywhere on thousands of other planets." She explained, with slight irritation in her voice.

"All right, all right, that's a good point. That's a good point." Rocket muttered to himself.

"So you might not see me for a long time." Carol informed them.

"Good to know." Superman nodded. "In fact, I'll probably go with you."

"Alright. Uh, well. This channel is always active. So, if anything goes sideways... anyone's making trouble where they shouldn't... comes through me." Natasha explained.

Okoye agrees in Wakandan.

"Okay." Rocket commented.

"Alright." She replied.

They all sign off, except Superman and Rhodes.

"Where are you?" Natasha asked.

"Mexico. The Federales found a room full of bodies. Looks like a bunch of cartel guys. Never even had the chance to get their guns off."

"It's probably a rival gang." Natasha commented.

"No. This is Barton's handiwork. I know exactly what he's capable of." Superman remarked. "The stuff he's been doing since the Snap five years ago, well part of me doesn't want to go look for him."

In an abrupt moment of silence, she tries to chew her tears and emotional feelings as she eats a sandwich.

"Will you find out where he's going next?" She asked.

"Romanoff..." Superman said quietly.

"Please." She said, practically begging.

"I'll try my best...but I can't promise anything." He trailed off, before he and Rhodes signed off.

Nat starts to cry as she tries to hold back her tears miserably.

"You know I'd offer to cook you dinner but you seem pretty miserable already." Out of nowhere, Roger slumps over a bookshelf, in the same mood as he is in the therapy session, as Nat wipes off the tears off her face.

"You here to do your laundry?" She asked.

"And to see a friend." He replied.

"Clearly, your friend is fine." She informed him.

"You know I saw a pod of whales when I was coming up the bridge." Steve pointed out.

"In the Hudson?" Natasha questioned him.

"There's fewer ships, cleaner water." Steve commented.

"You know, if you're about to tell me to look on the bright side. Um... I'm about you to hit you in the head with a peanut butter sandwich." Jokingly smiles, as Rogers does the same.

"Sorry. Force of habit." He relented. He then throws his jacket, and sits down on another chair, opposite Natasha.

"You know, I keep telling everybody they should move on and... grow. Some do. But not us." He added.

"If I move on, who does this?" Natasha asked.

"Maybe it doesn't need to be done." He admitted out loud.

She then looked around the Avengers Compound.

"I used to have nothing. And then I got this. This job... this family. And I was... I was better because of it. And even though... they're gone... I'm still trying to be better."

"I think we both need to get a life." Steve told her.

"You first." She said back, smiling.

Camera footage then popped up in front of them, revealing Scott Lang with the van behind him.

"Oh! Hi. Hi! Is anyone home? This is Scott Lang. We met a few years ago, at the airport? In Germany? I got really big, and I had my mask on. You wouldn't recognize me."

"Is this a old message?" Steve asked, standing up.

"It's the front gate." Natasha stated, also standing up.