[A/N Dude, you have no idea how annoyed I was getting at this chapter, so I'm sorry that about halfway through is a bit lazy.

I've rewritten all scenes at least three times, and even scrapped a three thousand word chunk of the chapter... I think I've written over ten thousand words today, and I'm peeved.

I didn't include the majority of the Infinity War cast (though it was planned) because... that was a mess.

So, I'm legit sorry.

DISCLAIMERS!

1) I don't have a beta, nor did I proofread this, but it's been run through Grammarly? I'll edit this completely when I finish writing it *wink wonk*

2) I don't own anything. Obviously.

3) I might do more movies in the future if you guys like it! Like Homecoming, Ragnarok, Civil War and all that jazz...

Just to clear up any confusion, Loki is from 2012, Doctor Strange is from 2016, the Avengers are from 2015 (so Wanda and Vision are present) and Peter's group is from 2018 (Somewhere before Homecoming)

ENJOY!

A gauntlet.

A big, golden gauntlet, with what looked to be two infinity stones, were wrapping around his neck.

Crushing.

Lips were moving, he could tell, they were his own. He couldn't hear himself, almost as if the sound of silence was louder than a bombs boom.

The gauntlet squeezed tighter.

Eyes flickered over to the left. A man was caught in metal, light reflecting on moist eyes.

Blue eyes.

Thor.

Rage was storming in his charming eyes, promising death upon everyone in the room.

Death was already present in the room.

Green eyes danced along the destroyed room—ship. Bodies were lying all over the floor, blood pooling like a sick river.

Finally, his eyes landed on the titan who was at fault.

Thanos.

His neck was crushed.

Loki gasped awake, breathing heavily into the dark room. The lights from the hallway of the dungeon were dim, just providing enough light so he could see his own chest rising and falling. He mutely noted that his face was wet and warm.

A nightmare?

Pushing himself up from the cell's bed, Loki took a deep breath to calm his racing heartbeat. His heart was as loud as Thors' thunder, which only made Loki feel more unsettled.

The faces in his dream seemed to blur when the God immediately tried to recall the events that had taken place. All he could remember was not being able to breathe, and a tidal wave of grief and anger bubbling up inside in his chest. His throat was sore. Almost like a phantom pain.

Questions came and went through Loki's mind, as he scrambled to find the answer. Was this just some messed up nightmare that the horrific events of the day brought up? Who was killing him? Why could Loki almost smell blood, even now? Why was silence so loud right now? Was it... perhaps not a dream...

The future? Maybe some sort of prophecy?

Why was Loki so terrified of the man with the gauntlet?

Standing up, Loki slowly walked to the edge of the cell, almost wanting to press his forehead against the wall. He's already learned what happens when you do that, however.

Why was his heart still beating so fast?

Sensing a presence, Loki immediately twisted to the right, masking his distress with a mischievous smirk.

"To what do I owe the pleasure, Heimdall?"

The man stepped out of the shadows and narrowed his all-seeing eyes at the man.

"So, I was right."

Raising an eyebrow, Loki ignored the pang in his stomach, and asked, "Right about what?"

"You are seeing it too."

Loki could have sworn his heart stopped right at his ribcage, and just held itself there. A dull ache etched itself into Loki's heart, as he pretending not to be shocked.

"I may be smarter than most here," Loki forced a chuckle, sitting back down on his bed. "But you might want to be clearer than that."

Heimdall paused for a second, seeming to be thinking of the right thing to say. For a man that could see-all, you'd think he could be clear as day, and explain basically everything in the universe... but no. When Loki was younger, he would often accuse Heimdall of acting mysterious just to gain a reputation.

He still thinks so.

"You might not see what I see, perhaps. But you see a version of it... your own version. The infinity stones, the Mad Titan... massacre."

"I don't think I understand."

Heimdall nodded, looking down for a brief second, before staring right at Loki with his piercing eyes.

"When you were with the Chitauri, a woman tortured you, correct?"

Loki blanched, jaw dropping for a moment. Loki struggled to push down the building rage, and panic, hiding it with indifference.

"Gamora." He knew that name more than his own.

"The Mad Titan's daughter," Heimdall informed, eyebrows furrowed. "Thanos' daughter."

For a reason that Loki could not decipher, he felt a foreign feeling. Not being able to pinpoint what exactly it was, Loki decided to just continue the conversation. It wasn't like Heimdall would gossip... he didn't even tell Odin when Loki let the Frost Giants in Asgard.

"He was in my dream. He had a gauntlet, of sorts."

It was quiet for a few minutes, the two of them simply thinking. Sometimes answers can come out of simply thinking for a minute... who would have thought? Not Thor, Loki retorted inwardly.

"Why am I getting these dreams, and not Thor? Isn't he the beefier, and heroic type?"

Heimdall breathed out a chuckle, a small smile flashing on his face.

"If fate is not giving it to Thor, but to you and I," Heimdall whispered, leaning closer to the cell. Loki, straining to hear, leaned closer as well. "That means Thor is not supposed to be the heroic one this time."

Loki chuckled mercilessly, a grin splitting his face. "I just tried to take over Midgard some few weeks ago... now you expect me to help you save... who?"

"I'm not sure who," Heimdall wondered. "But if it involves the infinity stones... then the entire universe."

Loki paused, a frown marring his face. His grin was flat out non-existent in a couple words.

"Besides, something tells me that you were not one hundred percent into the whole invasion," Heimdall said, eyes knowing.

Loki didn't respond.

"Loki, I need to be able to trust you. With no lies, or tricks... can I trust you?"

"Yes."

"That was a lie."

Biting the inside of his cheek, Loki frowned. He didn't even mean to lie, but it slipped out.

The Tesseract, holding it out to the Mad Titan.

'I assure you, brother, the sun will shine on us again.'

Hand crushing his windpipe.

Pain.

Pain.

Pain.

Grief.

Pain.

It hurts.

"You can trust me."

Heimdall was already walking away before he stopped.

"I'll help you escape this cell. I'm sending you to Midgard." It was practically inaudible, but Loki could read lips, despite the dark lighting.

Midgard?

What, or who, could possibly be on Midgard?

Escaping was a piece of cake.

Heimdall proved to be stealthy and knew great knowledge about Asgard that proved to be useful. Overall, mix together Loki and Heimdall, and you get an unstoppable force meets an immovable object type of mix.

AKA put them together and they achieve their goals, no questions asked.

Now, Loki was heaving as he ran down the rainbow bridge, eyes flicking to edge ever so often. He never did really forget about falling down into the dark abyss.

It didn't matter at the moment, however. Loki was more concerned that he had to sprint the entire bridge. Exercise was more Thor's thing.

Arriving at the Bifrost, Heimdall was already waiting for him.

"How did-?" Loki was taking shallow breathes, leaning on his knees.

"You're out of shape," Heimdall commented, nudging Loki on the shoulder. "Being stuck in a cell for weeks will do that to you. Come, we don't have much time before King Odin figures out why someone put snakes in his bathroom."

Loki paused, frowning.

"That's how you distracted Odin?"

"Doesn't matter, hurry your pace."

Dropping the matter, Loki rushed into the Bifrost and watched as Heimdall shoved Hofund into the slit.

"Meet with a man named Doctor Strange. He is by far the most educated with magic on Earth at the time I'm sending you to-"

"You can send me to different times?"

"Stop asking questions. I already got in contact with him, and he's using the time stone to help your journey."

Loki rolled his eyes. From what he could gather, was that it was probable Heimdall and this 'Doctor Strange' talked through, most likely, a connection of dreams. Who then came to the conclusion of 'Thano's is not a good guy, we should get another bad guy to stop him before he destroys us all' and is now sending Loki down to Midgard. With the help of the time stone.

Despite being smart, and gifted with extensive knowledge about magic and his own mythology, Loki really hated the too confusing stuff. He'd imagine Thor's brain would explode with his own deduction.

"Can I have one more question?" Loki felt like a child.

Heimdall raised his eyebrows, amused at Loki's antics. Such a curious boy. "Yes?"

"This may seem like an obvious question—in fact, a question you probably should have answered without being asked... why are you sending me to Midgard?"

"To talk to Doctor Strange."

Loki wanted to huff, and stomp like a toddler. He ultimately decided against it.

"Now you're just trying to annoy me."

"You and Doctor Strange are going to discuss a plan for bringing a specific group of people together for a viewing."

"... A viewing?"

"Use the time stone and your magic. You'll know what to do from there. For now, talk to Doctor Strange, and he'll tell you what to do from there."

Loki opened his mouth, but before he could speak, Heimdall opened the Bifrost and shot him down the Earth.

Lovely.

"So, Loki locked all of us in here, including some toddlers, to watch a movie?" Tony asked, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Toddlers?" One of them asked, indignant. "Mister Stark, we're in high school."

"Yeah, so basically just starting potty training."

The taller girl snorted, an amused smirk plastered on her face. She was already spread out on the couch, popcorn in hand. The three other High schoolers were slightly more disturbed than her. Understandably so.

"Mister Stark, um," One of the boys said, fidgeting with the bottom of his shirt. "What, uh, what's the movie about?"

Tony simply shrugged. "How should I know, kid?"

"Whatever it's about," Steve said, glaring at Tony for his dismissive behaviour. "We can't trust it."

The boy was still staring at Tony, making him raise an eyebrow.

"Do you- Do you not recognize me?" The boy asked, a slight shake in his tone.

"Should he?" Natasha asked, more interested in the conversation than a second before.

The other High school girl nodded hesitantly, standing beside the boy. She seemed to be slightly more mature than the girl on the couch.

"I thought Peter was, like, working with you or something?"

The boy's name was Peter, Tony noted. Internally, he searched his memory for any Peter but came up with none.

"I have no idea who you are, kid."

Steve frowned, crossing his arms. "Hold on a second. There has to be a reason Loki brought them, though."

"Were you too drunk to remember the kid when you hired him or something?" Clint snorted, punching Tony lightly on the shoulder, who only glared at him in response.

"Oh, shut it, Bird Brain," Tony muttered.

"This is so weird."

Everyone's attention immediately settled on the scientist, who had a deep frown dug into his face.

"The Other Guy is so quiet..."

"The Other Guy?" The other High school boy asked, raising an eyebrow.

"It's unfamiliar magic," Wanda spoke, eyes trained on Bruce. "But there's a wall blocking the Hulk from Banner."

"Loki?" Thor asked.

"The Hulk?" The boy echoed, a slight tinge of fear settled on his face.

"No," Vision said, taking over for Wanda. "This is... nothing I've ever seen before."

It was tensely silent for a moment.

"I'm so lost."

"Okay, kids, what's all of your names? I'm so tired of referring to you guys as 'the girl', 'the other girl' and 'the boy' in my head," Tony quipped.

"Oh, I'm Ned... Ned Leeds."

"MJ."

"Liz Allan."

Peter didn't bother telling his name, as he was deep in thought. Tony noticed with curiosity that all fidgeting that the boy was doing earlier was gone.

"Whenever Loki lets us go," Vision started, still focused on Banner. "We should try to track the magic's source. It could help with future green related problems."

Bruce nodded, shakily taking a deep breath.

"What's the date?" Peter suddenly asked.

"What's that, son?" Steve asked, looking up from the letter he was studying again.

"Um, what's the date, sir?"

"September seventh."

Peter frowned, glancing at his friends, who also looked confused. "Year?"

Tony, finally having understood the circumstances, took the liberty in answering the kid. "Twenty-fifteen."

"Shit."

"What do you mean 'shit'?" Tony asked, walking closer to the boy. He could have sworn Steve almost shouted 'language' at the poor kid.

The boy sighed, shifting his weight to his other leg. "We're from twenty-eighteen."

Silence.

"Oh."