You're not sure how this happened. I mean, how could you explain it?

You wake up one morning, in a bed you'd grown up in, all things accounted for. The only thing is- your room is not the same as it was when you had closed your eyes. It was like someone had completely redecorated. Confused, you got up and left the room, eager to figure out what happened.

You step down into lab, greeted with the familiar sight of the radio blasting music and your father tinkering around with oil and grease on his hands.

"Dad?" You turn off the radio, only for a loud clatter to ring through the air. Tony dropped whatever wrench he had in his hands, turning to you with the most startled expression.

"What- who are you?" He demanded, pointing a finger at you. He looked several years younger, the bags under his eyes gone, his hair missing streaks of grey that you knew so well.

"Who are you?"