[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=cc33ff]Guinevere Stark[/color], [color=a64dff]Folly Valeska[/color][/i][/b], and [b][i][color=0072bc]Dean Kesseli[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s9.postimg.cc/9kyomr1nz/ezgif-4-74c91444c7.gif[/img][hr][color=cc33ff][b]Location:[/b][/color] Blackbird[/center][hr][hr]	[color=cc33ff]"Thanks Dad,"[/color] Guin replied, putting her phone in her pocket but cranking the volume all the way up first, just in case he called her back. With as many people as they had crowded onto the Blackbird, she didn't want to have the sheer noise block out an important call. However, a second later she found herself being presented with a bag. She reached inside and pulled out the mixtape that Pietro had made her for her 19th birthday. Guin stared at it for a moment, before looking up at Future Pietro. She then glanced at the two watches she had been handed as well and her mind began to put two and two together.	

	[color=cc33ff]"Oh...So then we...Wow..."[/color] Guin mumbled. She slipped the tape back into the bag and set it down on her seat, the watches on top. And while she didn't hear Dean's comment to Lance, having been off on the phone with her dad, she did hear the exclamation as sentinels began to pursue them. She tried to push the realization out of her mind, as she quickly told Mary Stark Tower would be ready for them, before she headed onto the back and took a seat opposite Cassandra at one of the other consoles. [color=cc33ff]"Just like a video game, r-right?"[/color] Guin tried to joke, but her heart wasn't quite in it as she strapped herself in and began to try and unleash havoc on the sentinels following them.

	The future version of her watch began to beep - which technically speaking should have been impossible. It didn't look as if anyone had made any repairs to it. For someone to change the watch enough to give it a working function - without making it look as if any modifications had been done - would have been quite the intellectual feat. Or an afternoon challenge for a member of the Stark Family.

	Future Pietro looked over at the watch when it started beeping, he knew that Guina had messed with it before they had left, and now he picked it up. He knew what buttons to push to get the message to activate, since that was what he was guessing it was. After all, he had picked up most basic tech and science skills. He managed to mess with it enough so that it played a message.

[hider=Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi, you're my only hope...]
[i]Pietro, 

If you're watching this, that means you stole my watch [b]again.[/b] So, fuck you for that. Guess you still haven't figured out privacy, right? But also, good - because otherwise I made this super not secret recording of myself for nothing when I could have been repairing the old DS I found a week ago. It has Pokémon Soul Silver in it - so obviously, I have to drop everything I'm doing and beat it as soon as I can. 

Anyways - keep your chin up, okay? I wasn't always the super amazing and brilliant person I am today - but at least I don't have morning sickness back then, right? And don't kiss my younger self - jury's still out on whether or not that'd be gross. I'm leaning towards yes, but the math indicates it might just barely be okay - again, disgusting. Where was I going with this... Right. Asshole younger me. If she finds out about the marriage and the pregnancy, she's gonna freak the fuck out. Hell, I went through with it and I'm still freaked out over it. So go easy on her. 

Also, you better come back alive. I'm not solo parenting. Besides, do you really want a Stark raising your kids? You saw how I came out. And Dad. And you've heard about Granddad. We don't have the best track record...

I want you to know that it's okay if you don't save the world. I just need you to...to come home...We'll find another way if we have to - we always do. We're a team, right? Together, we have brains (me) and hotness (you). The ideal package. 

Love you, Silver Balls. If you don't come back, I'll personally rip a hole through space time and drag your ass home. [/i][/hider]
	Hearing her words, it made him start to tear up slightly. He had left his wife, in hopes of creating a better future, even though they didn't even know if they could return, let alone change it at all. Somehow, he managed not to break down entirely, but he didn't look at anyone else, just staring at the watch now, not saying a word.

	Meanwhile, Folly had begun to feel a bit melancholic. She knew that she should have alerted someone that her medication had finally began to wear off, especially given that they didn't have anymore. Instead, all she did was watch as Mary went to the cockpit and began to take charge. On one level, Folly was extremely happy to see one of her few friends survive. They had already changed the future for the better. But at the same time, she was rather sad as well. She had imagined that she and Mary would have a tearful reunion - and instead, nothing.

	[i][color=a64dff]I told you, she's the one who got you sent to the madhouse - she doesn't care about you...[/color][/i] a voice whispered in the back of Folly's mind. [color=a64dff]"Maybe..."[/color] Folly whispered back to the voice sadly. 

	Dean, in all of his glory, looked at Allison fainting with concern, shock, and a bit of irritation. Beast was down for the count and the Hulk's kid (it was all he could think of Lance as now) had a back filled with glass. Not to mention the gigantic Terminators that were trying to kill them all. Having one of the cute girls randomly faint felt like almost too much to him. [color=0072bc]"Hey uh...You okay?"[/color] he asked, looking down at the blonde. She seemed to be, given that she got up a few seconds later and grabbed a seat. He let Beth guide him into another seat, but he was still looking intently at Allison and Lance, each for different reasons. 

	[color=0072bc]"Wait...You see the future?"[/color] he asked with wide eyes, after someone mentioned Allison having a vision.