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You lie on your bed silently contemplating. The others had already settled down in their respective homes, and so far the only Avengers still in the building was your dad and Steve, who was also still here, but it was around this time that he’d usually go back to his apartment. He’s probably finishing up sending the report to S.H.I.E.L.D.

Yesterday’s mission had been a success, but that didn’t mean it never left the back of your head. You will admit, you can’t remember every single detail of every mission you went on, but you definitely knew that the mission wasn’t supposed to go the way it did.

“Look who we have here, a baby Stark.”

The door slammed itself stuck as a heavily accented voice spoke up.

You turned around and held a neutral stance as you were surrounded by around 40 or so enemies. They all held guns- a few even had knives, strangely enough.

A pit formed in your stomach, all of your senses screaming at you that this was wrong. You didn’t remember this happening. You were supposed to get the file and go, no hassles, no fighting, no nada. Nothing.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

But you had to keep face.

“I think you mean the superior Stark.”

Even if you were severely outmatched, especially with a 1-40 ratio, your sarcasm was one of your most successful defense mechanism. They couldn’t see it, but you were slightly panicking underneath your helmet. The only thing they could sense was the snarkiness in your voice.

The guy in front- he seems to be the leader of the pack behind him- spits on the floor and holds his gun point blank at your face.

“Let’s cut to the chase. Come with us quietly, and we won’t hurt you.”

You eyed the blinking words in your U.I.

‘Thruster Percent: 98…’

You shakingly smiled and raised both of your hands, making the man smile- he seems a bit too happy, maybe he thinks that he actually intimidated you.

Though you were a bit scared, it wasn’t because of them per se. You breathed in and out.

You’ve faced worse. You’re only panicking because this wasn’t planned for. But you’re good on your feet- you’ve fought worse.

40 guys with guns- which can’t even penetrate your armor, though it can damage it- is nothing. Besides, you’ve fought an overpowered grape with balls for chins and lived, so this shouldn’t be that much of a challenge.

You sighed with a regained sense of confidence. He’s lowering his gun. He thinks he’s won.

“When has that tactic ever work?”

You shot your blasters straight at him as they all raised their guns. Their leader crashes against the guy behind him as bullets start flying at you. You flew into the air as you made sure to keep the folder from being hit.

You shot left and right as the bullets pelted themselves at you- some missed, some didn’t.

You shot a continuous beam and turned a full 360, taking down a significant amount of guys in one go.

'Structural Integrity: 92%…’

You will admit, that did take a punch at your pride knowing you were getting shot at a lot. You launched your body at a huddled group, knocking almost all of them out as you roundhoused kicked, one guy.

You grunted as you heard your dad call your name over the comms. He sounds panicked. Your comms were off as you were a bit busy right now. You knew you should probably respond back, but being surrounded by a bunch of guys made talking seem like kind of a bad idea right now.

You grunted as someone elbowed you in the head, but you launched forward and headbutted them.

So far, only a fourth of their original crew still remains. You grabbed one by their neck and slammed them into their buddy. You feel arms wrap themselves around your neck, but you scoff.

As if that’d do anything.

You huffed as you hit the back of your head against the guy’s head.

There was only a few of them left, and they were all the more easy to take out. Just a few punches and blasters in their faces- not literally, that’s just cruel- you soon found yourself surrounded by piles of bodies, some obviously alive and some… You weren’t too sure.

You took your helmet off and panted as you scratched your head.

Now that the storm was gone, now you were just left with questions.

What just happened? Was this supposed to happen? Or was your memory just failing you right now?

But before you had time to even think any more, the sound of the door opening with great force brings you back to reality. You turned around with a dumb look on your face, meeting your dad and Steve’s equally dumb expression on his face. All of you were panting as you spoke up quietly.

“Uh, hey guys. I got the folder.”

You don’t remember being ambushed like that. After all, if you know yourself- which you did- then you know that teenager you wouldn’t have been able to handle that many enemies at once.

Of course, you’re more experienced and knew how to handle them- you’ve handled worse before.

For sure, you would remember being severely injured from the mission, but nothing came to your mind. All you remembered that, obviously, the mission was a success, but never at your cost.

You shook your head and turned to your side. Maybe your memory was just lacking. After all, it had been nearly a decade since this particular mission; it wasn’t like you were going to remember everything.

But it still lingered in your mind. You sighed and sat up, feeling restless. For now, you’ll just have to brush that aside.

“J.A.R.V.I.S., is anyone in the lab right now?”

“No, sir.”

Good.

You had a lot of goals you needed to complete, and the first one was making your nanotech suit. You will admit, it was going to be difficult given that 2013 tech simply isn’t what it is 10 years into the future. Maybe you’ll start small- perhaps you should try to recreate your dad’s prototype?

You cautiously opened the door and glanced around. You made your way down the empty building and into the lab. The lights automatically turned on as you made your way to your section, and cracked your knuckles. You glanced at a nearby clock.

‘11:28 PM’

You hummed.

It shouldn’t take you that long. If 2023 Tony can figure out time travel in under a day, 2023 you can make a nanotech watch in under 12 hours. All that matter is the supplies.

Morning rolled around and Tony was in the kitchen, his body still sore from the day before. He brewed a cup of coffee and quietly sipped on it as he checked the monitors as he normally does. Pepper was still in bed as Tony was feeling restless for once. As he swiped through each camera recording, there seemed to be nothing unusual going on. He wanted to make extra sure though.

“J.A.R.V.I.S., give me a diagnostics. Anything changed?”

Tony hummed as the familiar voice rang through the kitchen.

“Just the usual, sir. However, (Name) has been in the lab for the whole entirety of the night, sir.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“Pull up the camera footage.”

“Of course, sir.”

The monitor appeared out of thin air and in front of him. The camera was facing your back as you sat hunched over a table. Your surroundings looked like a mess, with exposed wires and plenty of metal plates scattered everywhere. Your hair was a mess, and judging by your clothes you hadn’t changed ever since you got home.

And even though there was sound on, Tony could barely hear anything. Just the sound of Dum-E going buck wild, and in the corner of the camera view, he seemed to be waving something around. Was that a plastic hand?

“What’s he doing?”

J.A.R.V.I.S. was quiet. J.A.R.V.I.S.’ voice echoes through the camera, and he sees your head pop up to answer J.A.R.V.I.S. quietly. Tony struggles to hear it.

“… He says he’s working on homework, sir.”

Tony rolled his eyes. He grabbed another cup and poured coffee into it, knowing very well that you hadn’t drunk or eaten anything in hours.

“Yeah, sure. Tell him I’m coming down there.”

“Of course, sir.”

Your heart sank to your toes as you heard J.A.R.V.I.S. relay what Tony told him to tell you. You scrambled as you tried to pull something out to make it look like homework. You dug your hand in your cabinet as you pulled out a bunch of unfinished projects.

You were getting frustrated and just pulled something out, no matter if it wasn’t what you wanted and found some dingy project- it looks like a mini version of Dum-E with a crudely painted “Smart-E” doodled on it.

You tossed it straight on your table.

You glanced at your watch and in a panic, you slapped it around your wrist as you struggled to buckle it tightly on. You had just finished with it and was running through the settings and schematics of it, but you’ll just have to do that later. Just as you finish getting it on your wrist, your dad walked into the lab.

“Guess who has coffee?”

You sent him a tired and anxious smile. You hadn’t seen a single person ever since Steve dropped by last night to say his goodbyes, so seeing someone alive after being alone for so long was weird for you.

“Someone’s up early.”

You murmured as your eyes lingered on the steaming cup. He came around your desk and settled right in front of you. He handed you your cup of coffee to which you gracefully took. He smirked at you.

“You’re one to talk, Mr. Late Nighter. I’d thought being on the battlefield yesterday would’ve tuckered you out.”

You rolled your eyes as you took a sip of coffee. You nervously twitched as you placed your hand in between your thighs as if you were cold.

“I’m young, I’ve got energy. You guys are just old. What do you need?”

He placed his hands on his chest.

“What, can I not visit my child while he does his… homework?”

He questioned your Smart-E as you coughed quietly. You will admit, it looked pretty stupid for it to be ‘homework’.

“Yeah, it’s more of a personal homework though. Nothing for school.”

You cringed as your voice cracked midway through. Your dad held back a smile. Puberty, he probably thought.

“I can tell.”

You kicked him, making him laugh as he swiveled around in his chair. He may be old, but he still has plenty of spirit in him for him to be giggling like a school girl.

You placed your cup down on the table and lifted Smart-E into the cabinet, even though you just took it out. Chances are, the poor thing’s not gonna ever see the light of day again.

Your dad was silent for a moment, his eyes tracked on your wrist unbeknownst to you. He took another sip of his coffee as you closed the drawer.

“Nice watch. Didn’t take you for a watch guy.”

You jumped.

“Wha- what watch?”

Your eyes snap to your wrist and you laughed. You tried to think of the best lie possible, but the only thing that popped up was something that made you cringe at how bad it sounded.

“Oh, this thing, it’s uh, the Apple Watch! Yeah, Apple Watch… Just bought it recently, haha.”

Confusion flashed over Tony’s eyes, but it was quickly erased with humor. He smiled and stood up as he stretched. He strolled over to the entryway as he yelled back at you.

“Leaving so soon?”

You called out to him. Though you did want him to leave as fast as possible so you can continue with your work, you will miss him a bit.

“Well, there’s a meeting today so I gotta wake up Ms. Potts. We’ll head over in a few hours. I’d ask you to come, but you have class tomorrow. Catch up on those Z’s and quit staying up late!”

The door shut as you were left sitting in your seat confused. You pulled out your phone and skimmed through your calendar.

'Isn’t tomorrow a teacher workday?’

Unbeknownst to you, Tony head through the halls quietly with an equally as confused expression as you. He scratched his head as he entered the elevator.

'What's an Apple Watch?’

You finally finished finicking with the last settings on your 'prototype’. You will admit, it does look just like an Apple Watch- you may or may not have owned one in the later years, having finally given into the Apple ecosystem- but the OS isn’t it. It’s disguised as a watch, and yes it does function like one, but pushing the right buttons pulls out the nanotech stored inside.

You looked at its final form. Similar to your dad’s prototype, it looked like a skin-tight glove with metallic plates fitted around it. It just has a different color scheme- your color scheme. 

So far, it has just about as much as you could try to fit in the thing. You just pray that you don’t have to use it around your dad, otherwise you’ll have him breathing down your neck as to what was in your watch.

The watch transformed back into its natural state as just a watch. You securely tightened it around your wrist as you sighed and stretched.

You cleaned up your station and as you were leaving the lab, you heard J.A.R.V.I.S.’ voice through the speakers.

“Sir, Ms. Potts is calling you down for dinner.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“Already?”

“It’s 7 PM, sir.”

You took a glance outside the window, and it was indeed getting dark.

You sighed quietly as you turned the lights off in the lab. You thought to yourself as you made your way down to the dining area.

You suppose that, for now, you’ll just have to resume life as the normal teenager (Name). At the end of the day, you still had your duties as a high school student to keep up with, even if you were an Avenger- especially one from the future, at that.

You just pray that you remember how to act like a teenager when tomorrow comes round.