Okay, so I came up with this after coming across a Jesus/Callie sibling fic called Bathroom Lullaby by monkiimax (Totally amazing for when you're for a fluffy read, by the way) and I just thought of this. But this is lighter than that fic in the sake of exploring real "siblinghood" with these two. (If there is such a thing.)

It's basically a bunch of one-shots going by the letters of the alphabet. I'm not sure if they're will be any song-fics, or if any will be AU or not. But if someone requests that kind, then I can probably do it.

Avengers

jesus&callie

It was a dull Tuesday afternoon when Callie popped the question.

"Jesus, what's an Avenger?"

The poor boy was so stunned, he nearly dropped the plate Callie had handed him to dry. He recovered quickly, holding it steady in his hands and running his towel over his surface and around it's rim. When Callie saw how startled he seemed to be by her question, she pointed to his shirt with the glance in her hand.

Jesus glanced down. He'd been wearing his Avengers shirt that he found hiding in the back of his closet from some years ago and completely forgot.

"You've really never heard of The Avengers?" he asked, half bemused, half amused by this possibility.

In response she squinted, handing over the glass for him to dry and stack to be put away later. Finally Callie shrugged. "I think Jude said something about a while ago," she replied offhandedly. "Are they comic-book type thing?"

At this, he scoffed. "They are more than just some comic-book type thing," Jesus insisted, ignoring the Callie rolled her eyes at this. "Come on." In a stern kind of manner, he grabbed her wrists, dropped their dish supplies (dishes could not be compared to a situation as dire as someone not ever hearing of something as huge as The Avengers.)

"Marvel is the biggest thing behind Disney," he continued, stopping when they reach the family room. Callie seated herself on a corner of the couch. Jesus knelt in front of a cabinet and began sifting through several DVD cases at a time, muttering titles under his breath as he searched.

"Marvel...?" Callie prompted.

Jesus sighed, haking his head as he brought a hefty stack of movies to his side. Curiously, Callie leaned forward to peek at the first case.

"Iron Man?"

He nodded excitedly, the girl watching his head bob back and forth so fast it was a wonder his beanie managed to stay on his head. "Yup, my personal favorite," he added as he stuck it in the DVD player. Jesus made sure to snag the remote off the coffee table as he sat down next to Callie. He kicked up his feet, placing them on the coffee table. "It's the beginning of an age."

Callie rolled her eyes, hardly believing this, as old previews began to play. "Why don't you just skip through the previews? All these movies are out anyway?" she asked when they continued to play.

Jesus turned to here. "If you're going to watch the beginning of an age, you have to watch all of the steps and phases," he explained.

She looked to him in pure bewilerment, then to the preview playing for College Road Trip, a pig standing in the middle of a hallway on the screen. "Really? You're sure about that?"

He nodded enthusiactically. "Positive."

So they suffered through the previews, Callie often pointing out which movies she thought were lames and Jesus asking which ones she'd actually seen. (Suffice to say, he wasn't impressed when she'd only heard about two out of seven of them, but seen none. With his claim of going to the movie store soon and dragging her along, Callie regretted her decision of not just going along.)

After five minutes or so of bickering over the last preview they'd seen, Callie pointed to the screen. "You gonna press play anytime soon...?" she prompted, folding her arms over her chest.

Jesus ignored her grumpy tone - he simply wrote it off as no one ever taking a stand against the movies she found dumb - and pressed play to her command.

The first half hour of the movie played in silence, Callie following along critically while Jesus leaned forward in his seat every five minutes. At one point Callie made a grab for the back of his shirt to keep him seat on the couch instead of having his stomach hit the edge of the coffee table.

(Callie knew from past experience that this hurt like hell and really didn't want their mothers coming home to Jesus rolled up on the floor in a ball of pain while spouting cuss words - again, she knew from experience that this was the given reaction.)

"So, this guy stays dead, right?" Callie asked when Yinsen, Tony Stark's dead friend and partner, was mentioned later on. "I mean, he doesn't come back at the end or something as a villian or anything? Because I find that would really suck for Iron Man to get stranded in the desert for some backstabbing bastard."

At this, Jesus cracked a smile. "Watch and see, won't you?"

Later that night, Stef quietly snuck in through the front door, having just clocked out of working the graveyard shift. She felt exhausted and an impending headache and really just wanted her bed.

But, she stopped, hearing loud music come from the family room. Out loud, she sighed, mentally counting all the times she told the children to turn off the TV when they were done with it. Sometimes, people never learn.

Stef stalked into the room to turn it off herself when she came across a shocking and incredibly cute sight.

Callie and Jesus were fast asleep on the couch. Callie had a blanket thrown lazily over her while Jesus's head leaned against the back of the couch, his legs still propped up on the coffee table and his arm thrown over the back of the couch as it supported Callie's head.

She smiled at this picture as she began to manuver over Jesus's legs to reach the remote that laid between the two. Stef glanced at the case open and laying face-down on the on the table. Iron Man? How would Jesus have convinced Callie to watch this? She wondered as the family room was sent into dimness when she shut the rolling credits off.

For a moment Stef considered waking them up and sending off to bed for a proper sleep that was not on a stiff couch and in proper sleep wear. But after looking at the two foster siblings again, she sighed and shook her head, taking one end of the blanket to place it over Jesus and tuck it around both their bodies.

With a kiss to each of their foreheads, Stef turnedand started up the stairs.

"Callie."

She groaned, flopping on to her stomach and burying her head into her mattress.

Another shake to her shoulder. "Seriously, Callie, I know you can hear me."

Finally, she gave in to the annoying voice above her and the fast shakes to her shoulder. "What do you want, Jesus?"

Above her Jesus grinned, still in the sweats he slept in last night. "Come on, we have a marathon to finish."

Callie sat up and looked at him crossly as she slowly sat up, blowing a rogue piece of hair out of her face. "Jesus," she said slowly as she looked to her clock. "It's six in the morning on a Saturday. Avengers can wait until noon."

He shook his head, pulling at her arm. "Com'n Callie!" he begged quietly. "We put off the age of Avengers all week."

"Then they can wait six more hours!"

"You can't watch the beginning of an age then put off the rest of it! It's unheard of!"

"Callie!" snapped a voice from a bundle of blankets on Mariana's bed. "Just go with him. He'll never leave you alone if you don't, you know."

Finally, she gave in to this undeniably true statement and swung her legs over the side of her bed, wrapping her quilt tightly around her shoulders.

"This better be worth it," Callied muttered grouchily as Jesus dragged her downstairs and sat her down on the couch much like Tuesday night.

Jesus shook off her complaints as he popped in the next DVD. "The Incredible Hulk," he exclaimed as he took his seat next to her.

"How many movies are you gonna make me watch today?" Callie asked irritably.

He ignored her snappish tone. "Only five," Jesus said. "But really six, if count the third Iron Man - I'm taking you to tomorrow."

Callie groaned. "Why?"

"Because the only proper way to watch an age - an age of heroes, mind you - is to watch it from the beginning to the current phase!"

"And movies are considered phases?" she snorted incredulously.

Jesus bobbed his head in response. "Duh."

She sighed, giving up when seeing he was not going to let her win.

Like with Iron Man, he made her suffer through the previews, bantering with her about her poor movie viewing skills, and gauranteed that he would show her pleasures that she'd been missing out on upon not seeing them in the first place.

(Callie mentally chided herself for, again, not going along like she had seen him when she really hadn't.)

Two hours later, when Jesus was busy popping in the next movie - Iron Man 2, twice as better as the first, apparently - Callie found herself admitting, "Okay, the Avengers aren't horrible."

But at eight am, Callie can't be sure if exhaustion was clouding her judgement or not, so she quietly made herself a cup of coffee from the fresh pot waiting for Stef and Lena, telling herself sneaking some was for the sake of movie observation.

Plus, she was suffering from caffine withdrawl and needed a pick-me-up.

About twelve hours later Callie realized she wasted her day in wrinkled pajamas and a quilt on the couch with a shirtless Jesus who never changed out of his sleep wear choice of sweatpants. While they spent all day watching fictional superheroes on a screen for so long she had to take blink breaks from time to time.

"Good god, have you two been in front of that TV all day?" Brandon asked. Callie was acutely aware that he had just been arriving home from an outing with Talya, and that he was staring at their stack of Marvel movies that was standing on the coffee table. If she hadn't been so focused on The Avengers, she would have cared much more than just nodding and brushing his presence off.

"Not all day," Jesus protested as the ending scene began to come to a close. "We had four bathroom breaks and a lunch break."

"Why?" Callie could feel Brandon's eyes on her, wondeing why her, a sharp-tongued orphan girl was spending fourteen hours with her foster brother watching super hero movies.

"Because apparently my poor childhood made me miss a revolution," Callie said in response.

Okay, so this may suck but this was my attempt at a humorous Foster fic. Jesus and Callie just strike me as having that kind of sibling and I couldn't help it.

I only spent two days on it, so this is really poorly edited.

If anyone has any ideas for the next chapter - B's - then I'm open to suggestions. Please drop them in a review and keep reading as the story progresses!