The Avengers facility came with a few spare bedrooms, much to Naomi's gratitude. They were quite plain, she supposed, only furnished with the bare minimum that one needed to be comfortable. It was almost like a hotel room, only lacking any significant pops of color or artwork. Still, the young woman sprawled in the sheets didn't mind seeing as the mattress was soft and light.

Naomi wasn't sure how long she had been awake, but she knew she had been lying in bed for quite some time. It was awfully comfortable, and heaven knew she had a lot to think about. So Naomi laid and ran the events of the previous day through her mind, from meeting Peter to having dinner with Tony. She smiled, recollecting a story Tony had told over the table about how Peter had wandered off in the facility just after she met Tony. He had been missing for an hour before someone finally found in on the roof of a training room. She specifically remembered the way Tony had spoken about Peter, with a sense of pride and dare she say, fatherly love.

Sighing, Naomi rolled over, blinking in the soft light streaming in through her shutters. Squinting, Naomi slowly sat up, popping her back with a light groan. Thankfully the headquarters had some stock workout clothes, so Naomi had slept in a black tank top and sweatpants that fit surprisingly well. Briefly, she wondered if she would look like Black Widow if she changed out the sweatpants for the leggings she wore here. Naomi already had the short hair for it, she supposed. But unfortunately, she could never be as cool as Natasha, so she shook off the thought and set to get ready for the day instead.

"Should probably ask Tony about getting home." She mumbled to herself, melancholy at the thought of leaving before she even met everyone. But she had a job, and friends and family back home that Naomi couldn't just give up on. The MCU could go on without her, if she liked it or not. Moving to the window, she opened the shutters to find the it was probably almost noon- she had a small habit of sleeping in on the weekends, sue her. Amusedly, Naomi began to reach for her phone on the bedside table to check the time when she froze. A fantastic idea formed in her head, and she began to grin like a child as peered up at the ceiling.

"FRIDAY? What time is it?" Naomi asked the air, almost bouncing on her feet waiting to see if the AI would respond.

"It is 10:02 AM-" FRIDAY responded, Naomi punching the air in victory. "-on March 19, 2018." The AI finished. Naomi froze her victory dance immediately, swiping the hair out of her face as she straightened herself.

"Uh, what was the date again?" She asked, eyes wide.

"The date is March 19, 2018."

"Oh." Naomi's mouth formed a perfect 'o' as she took in the words. A frown was prominent on her face as she grabbed her phone off the table, turning it on to check the date. 'July 11, 2018' her phone read, a large '10:02' above the date.

"Okay. So I went back in time too." Naomi nodded to herself, chewing on her lip as she took it in. In the context that she was also in another dimension however, so she supposed being in the past was a lesser evil. Sitting back down on the bed, Naomi pondered for a moment. Where was she in the MCU timeline, then? She already knew it was after both Civil War and Homecoming, and if she remembered correctly, Black Panther had already happened too. Naomi had read once that the release dates of the movies generally corresponded with the chronological order in the later Marvel movies.

Naomi rested her chin in her hand, biting her lip trying to remember the amount of time in between each movie. If Black Panther already happened, then the next movies were Thor: Ragnarok, and then chronologically, Ant Man and The Wasp. Of course, Naomi thought to herself, Ant Man and The Wasp was actually released after Infinity War...

Naomi Swanson trailed off in her thoughts, the last two words echoing in her mind.

Infinity War.

Naomi didn't realize she wasn't breathing until she felt her chest start to constrict, and with her gasp for air her eyes began to prick with tears. She had somehow forgotten about Infinity War, gotten caught up in meeting Peter and Happy and Tony- that she hadn't realized Infinity War was about to happen. Her mind racing, she deduced what she remembered about the release dates in her head, completely forgetting the phone in her hand. Coming to her conclusion, Naomi's breath hitched once more.

They had a month. Just over a month before Thanos won. Naomi covered her mouth with a shaking hand as she realized that the deaths she had witnessed on a movie screen, were about to happen in real life.

Without a direction in mind, Naomi burst from her room, her pajamas askew and her hair disheveled. She sped down hallways in random directions, not knowing nor bring where she was going, clutching her hands to her chest. Vaguely, she knew that she had to get to Tony, but all that was in her mind was Thanos's face, smiling as he watched the sunset. Naomi's mind was racing, and she nearly ran into a glass wall when she remembered Avengers 4. For a moment of bliss, she thought that her heroes were saved- since so many of them had sequels coming up they were sure to be fine.

She sank down onto the floor when she remembered that not all the Avengers would be saved in the fourth movie. Naomi's eyes were red and wet as she realized that only a few of the original avengers had a chance of survival. She cursed herself, huddled on the floor of the Avengers headquarters alone, for not knowing sooner. From what she knew, Steve Rogers wouldn't survive, and Tony Stark didn't have a very good chance. A new era of 'young avengers' was being ushered in, and apparently Marvel felt they needed to kill off the originals to do so.

Naomi slumped against the wall, feeling disgustingly useless as she pictured Tony's face on Titan, holding his hand to his lips as he sat alone. His hand, she remembered, that was covered in the remains of 15 year old Peter Parker. If Naomi had thought she could become any more distraught, she was proven wrong when the last lines spoken by Peter was all the could think of. The face of the teenage boy she met yesterday crumpling away into dust, because of Thanos's lust for balance. Peter Parker, Naomi thought, clenching her fists against the tile. Is not some statistic to justify the insatiable insanity of some purple freak.

Breathing steadily, Naomi rose up from the ground, tear tracks still prominent on her face. Now, however, her expression was twisted into a fierce scowl, her eyes glaring ahead as she started walking once more. Her heart still ached at the thought of the avengers who disintegrated, but their faces as they died burned into her mind, fueling her to keep going. Her previous want to ask Tony about going home was out of her mind as she stalked back to the door of her room. Her hands shaking, Naomi took a deep breath to calm her nerves- running through the events of Infinity War, and the current timeline she was in. As she stood, it occurred to Naomi that a month still remained until Thanos attacked the Asgardian ship. There was still time.

"Okay." She said, steeling herself. "I need to save these sons of bitches."

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Sorry if my timeline is messed up, I couldn't find a straight timeline for the MCU with actual dates and stuff. If you know of one please comment it, but no matter what i'm giving Naomi a month to 'save these sons of bitches' before Infinity War.