This is a new story I'm trying. It will hopefully eventually involve the Young avengers, the Avengers, and (possibly) the Runaways. This takes place after M-day but before the Superhuman Registration Act.

I do not own Marvel or the Young Avengers. I own the as-of-now unnamed characters.

"Well, looke what we caught!" The gang leader sneered as he and his group approached the man and woman who huddled in the alley corner. The leader held a gun loosely in his hand while the rest held knives or long lengths of steel pipe. "They should pay the penalty, don't you think so boys?" The gang laughed as the pair sunk back further into the corner.

"Actually," a voice sounded from behind the gang, "I suggest you let them go."

The gang turned to see a teenager, no older than 16, standing at the alley entrance. He didn't appear particularly tall or strong. He was wearing a black trench coat, gloves, and had red-blond hair that was illuminated by the streetlights. Most oddly, he was wearing sunglasses, despite the night being pitch-black. "Really," he continued, approaching the gang, "let them go."

The gang leader turned to face him, "And why should we listen to you, punk?" He placed his gun to the other's temple. "I pull the trigger, you die." The teenager didn't respond, he just took off his glove and grabbed onto the gun. His hand suddenly began to glow neon green. The leader gasped, but before he could pull the trigger, the gun began to melt in his hand. As the gang leader backed up, the teen looked at the melted gun, and tossed it behind him. Turning back to gang leader, he motioned to the man and woman still huddled in the alley to run.

"Didn't your mothers ever tell you..." he began as he removed his sunglasses. A blast of green energy shot out from his eyes, slamming the gang leader against the wall. The rest of the gang members took one look and ran. "…guns hurt people," he finished, replacing his sunglasses and gloves. He then walked away from the alley and the now-prone gang leader.

"Excuse me Miss," a man started, coming up to a teller window at a bank.

"Yes sir, how may I help you?"

The man held up a gun to the window. "You could empty the vault. This is a robbery." There were screams as five other men whipped out guns, forcing the other bank patrons and tellers against the walls.

The bespectacled, brown-haired teller continued to smile at the man. "I'm sorry sir, I can't do that." The teller window suddenly transformed into a white cloud that surged forward and enveloped the man. Segments of it split off and went on to envelop the others with guns as well. The teller stepped forward and, as if it was a mask, pulled her face off. The face under it was of a young girl, likely still a teenager, with long black hair and green eyes set in a tan face. The "face" she had pulled off transformed into another white cloud. This cloud reformed into a high-tech looking pistol which the girl leveled at him.

Glancing around, she snapped her fingers. Instantly, the white clouds coalesced and turned into quite solid chains, binding the robbers. The girls slowly went around, gathering the guns that had fallen to the floor. Throwing them in a pile, she turned to the astonished crowd. "Someone please call the police." As one person rushed to do so, the girl walked out the bank door without a backwards glance.

"Uhh," the red-garbed man grunted, staggering back. "Who the hell are you?"

The two figures didn't reply. Nothing could be seen of them except their eyes, two identical pairs of blue. The rest of their bodies were covered by the black ninja suits they wore. Each also had a scabbard on their back. The swords that usually occupied those scabbards were now at his throat.

"It doesn't matter who we are," one stated, his voice showing he was male.

"It matters that we know who you are," the second finished, her voice that of a female. "You're a Hand informant."

"And that bothers us," the first replied.

"Well, you bother me," the man stated. The walls in the building they stood in slid aside, revealing a horde of Hand ninjas. "Destroy them!"

The first line of ninja's charged them, only to be flung back by a barrage of kicks. As another two approached, the male swung the female of the ground by her arm, allowing her to execute a two-footed kick to the first ninja, while he slashed the second across the face. In a matter of seconds, they had taken down all the attackers, using a combination of moves that often included double attacks and more of the swinging moves they had performed. As the last ninja fell, they turned back to face the now-sweating man.

"Now," the female replied, leveling her sword at him, "where were we…"

As the last scene faded, the Vision switched off his holographic projector and turned to face his fellow Young Avengers.

Eli was the first to speak. "Do we know who these people are? Are they vigilantes? Do the Avenger's know about them?"

"I doubt it," Kate replied. "They don't seem to be a major threat, they seem to be fighting on the same side we are. Besides, if the Avengers did know about them, they would have tried to stop them already. You remember how quickly they found us."

"Might I suggest we locate them?" the Vision inserted.

"Billy could locate them with a spell," Teddy added.

"And we should at least talk to them. At the very least they're vigilantes," Cassie added.

"So it's decided," Eli concluded.

The Young Avengers didn't notice the form that slid from their window a few seconds after they had made their decision. Had they noticed, they would have seen said figure running quickly into the city. He hadn't expected their efforts to be noticed, much less by the Young Avengers. While they were the good guys, a meeting between the teams might get…volatile. Well, the only thing to do was to forewarn everyone. It wasn't as though he could prevent it. Everyone listen closely, he broadcast to each member of the team, trying to keep his anxiety out of his telepathy. We may have a slight issue…

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