The sun's shinning, the sky is cloudless, the trees are green, birds are chirping, reconstruction's finally finished, and nearly every New Yorker is outside of there houses and apartments, enjoying the rarely nice day.

Including the Young Avengers.

Nick Barton, Danni Stark, Sasha Romanoff, Donald Rogers, and Eric Banner were at their usual spot in Central park, hanging out like normal teens do, even if they had recently saved the world from a crazed younger sibling from a realm far, far away. Danni, Irongirl, was laying on a bench, flicking through The Poisonwood bible, laughing at the overly religious people trying to 'save' the Africans, but not bothering to try to learn their langue or be kind to the natives. Her hair was in her usual Heidi (from the book) braids, and her ten dollar converse were resting in Eric's (Clod) lap, who was listening to his Stark-pod and staring at the sky, checking for falling thunder gods no doubt. Sasha (Tarantula- she didn't want the name, people just started calling her it) stretching next to the bench, currently coming out of the side splits and going into a backbend, while Donald and Nick were talking about whatever came to mind, sitting in the grass.

"I'm just saying I don't think you need to wear a beanie all the time." concluded Nick, throwing his hands up in a sign of surrender. Donald narrowed his eyes at his friend, starting a silent staring contest. A comfortable silence had fallen over the friends, everyone doing there own, quite thing. Until 'I'm sexy and I know it' started blaring from Danni's pocket, drawing the attention of a few random people who were also enjoying the day. Danni dropped her book in her lap and glared at the sky, knowing that somewhere her dad was laughing his ass off.

"Again? Really?" sighed Danni in lieu of a greeting. Her friends turned to look at her, amused smiles on their faces.

"Is it really such a bad thing to want my daughter to have accurate ringtones for contacts?" asked Tony, and Danni could freaking hear his smirk over the superthin stark phone in her hand.

"If you were really going for accuracy, maybe you should have changed yours to I Wish by Skee-Lo."

"That hurts Danni, that hurts my soul."

"Yaya," dismisses Danni, making sure her dad can hear her eyeroll loud and clear through the phone "You'll get over it."

"With many years of therapy, maybe one day."

Danni let out an fake irritated huff before talking again. "Are you calling just to be annoying?"

"Ouch, and no. You guys need to head back to the tower ASAP, or Fury will have all of our heads."

"Why, what's up?"

"I don't know, some big meeting he needs everyone for and he's bringing, quote, special guests. Anyways, do you want me to send Happy to pick you guys up or..."

"We can walk, maybe we'll be late and get to piss of baldy."

Tony snorts at the other end of the line before he says a quick bye and hangs up. The double braided girl shoved her phone into her pocket before she turned to look at the four other teens staring at her.

"Something on my face?" she asks, Sasha simply quirks a brow at her, ejecting a sigh from her friend. "We need to head back to the tower, Baldy called some big secretive meeting."

"Ew, walking." Nick complains. Danni gets up off her bench and grabs Nick's arm, dragging him off the ground. Donald stands up and cracks his back, while Sasha and Eric stand up, joining the small group of friends.

"What do you think the meetings about?" asks Eric, sounding slightly worried as he adjusts his beat-up messenger back on his shoulder. Most of the bottom is now duct tape instead of fabric, and the strap is going to break any day now, he'd ask Bruce for a new one, but he keeps on forgetting.

"I dunno, probably something stupid." answers Donald with a shrug of his wife beater wearing shoulders. Nick grimaces when he looks over his friend, his pants are hanging to low, he's wearing a wife beater, and he has a beanie on. What's next? A tattoo? One of the center of the earlobe piercings? A- god forbid- tongue stud?! There wasn't anything wrong with any of that stuff, on some people it actually looked really nice, but his younger friend was barley 14, his birthday having been a week ago, and, quite clearly, going through a phase. A phase full of stupid clothes, swearing, and bad decisions. A phase that was driving everyone insane- especially his grandfather, Mr. Apple pie himself, Captain America. The fifteen year old doesn't need for him to start dressing like Eric, in button up shirts that he rolls up to his elbows, nice jeans and clean sneaker that are clearly not being used for sports, but couldn't he at least pull up his pants. And put on a sweatshirt, it's nearly fall, the temperature is dropping its time to put on a hoodie and a real hat and for god's sake when did he, Nick Barton, younger brother to the eternal teenager, Clint Barton, become the parent of the group. Yes, he was fifteen, sixteen in two weeks, but that wasn't so much older than the rest of them. Sasha was fifteen, but she was six months younger. Danni and Eric are both thirteen, which is good, because everyone is counting down the days until they start dating in an awkward nerdy thirteen year old way, and Donald- sorry, Don, as he insists and whines about- is fourteen, as you already knew. Somewhere during Nicks inner monologue, the group arrived at the tower, JARVIS unlocking the door for them and sending them to the very top floor.

"Hey guys." greets Clint, whose eating from a bowl of popcorn like a lizard and watching TV with Natasha, Thor, and Steve. Bruce and Tony are standing by the kitchen counter, fiddling with the screen in front of them.

The group exchanges 'hey's' and 'hellos' (Plus an Hola from Thor, who looked very excited to know the word) before they plopped down onto the couches. Steve looked over at Donald, who had his legs open all the way and his left hand resting dangerously close to his... privates, and resisted the urge to shake some sense into him. Tony, Clint, Natasha, and Bruce had assured him that it was just a phase, but he was getting very tired of the phase and all the moodiness that came with it. He wanted to shove puppies and rainbows down that boys throat, dammit.

"So," questioned Sasha after a while "does anyone know who these special guests are, exactly?"

Just as Bruce opened his mouth to answer, JARVIS spoke up.

"Sir, they're here."

"Cool. Send them up, Jarv." said Tony absent mindly, focusing hard on the screen in front of him as he reached out and held a weird looking thing in his hand.

"Sir. You don't understand. They're here." if an AI could sound repulsed, JARVIS definitely would have when he repeated the They.

"They, they?" asked Natasha, looking slightly concerned. (Which is never a good thing)

"Director Fury is with them."

"He can't be serious!" exclaimed Tony, shooing the screen in front of him.

"Agent Coulson is overriding my protocol sir, I'm afraid they're coming."

A quite whisper of the F bomb is all that could be heard in the room, but no one knew which one of them had voiced the thought out loud.

Just then, the elevator doors began to slide open.


Dick Greyson was having a pretty great day, besides the undying sense of pure suspicion building in his stomach. He, Wally West, Artemis Croc, Kaldr'ahm, M'gan M'orz, and Conner Kent were in New York for the day, by order of there mentors, and we're currently walking through Central Park to meet the adult heroes at a coffee shop. 'The Suave Cup of Java', it was called. What a truly awful name.

"Okay, does anyone else feel like we're walking to our deaths, or is it just me?" asked the redhead of the group (because every group needs a redhead), looking around at the tree's and whatever else he could find to distract him from the knot in his stomach that he always got when he thought his Uncle, who was essientaly his father, was keeping secrets.

"Believe me, KF, I've been feeling that all day." answered Dick truthfully. He just knew Bruce was keeping something from him.

"Ya, what are we doing in New York?" interjects Artemis, looking at a kid sitting in the grass near a bench in disdain. Seriously, who the hell wore a beanie and a wife beater?

"We'll find out soon. If the league is keeping secrets we can find out then." says Kaldur, smiling at his team and walking. They fall into a comfortable silence as the walk, until...

"Do I hear I'm Sexy and I know it?" asks Dick suddenly, stopping dead in his tracks and whipping his head around to find the source. He stops when he see's an annoyed looking girl take a phone put of he pocket and answer it with a tired expression. He smiles before he looks in front of him to see his team has kept walking, and jogs to catch up.

After thirty minutes (It would have only been ten, Wally.)(I told you I'm not good at reading maps!) of walking through New York, the six teens finally arrived at The Suave cup of Java, finding there mentors all sitting at one table, dressed in Civvies and nursing cups of varying beverages, with six full cups on the table. They'd figured it would be easier to have drinks waiting rather than go through the process of insisting upon decaf for Wally, Bruce making Dick get chocolate milk instead of any coffee at all, Kaldur trying to figure out what things meant along with M'gann, Conner grunting at the barista when she asked what he wanted to drink or any question at all, Artemis getting some complicated drink that the barista would inevitably get wrong and then the poor minimum wage employ would have all the wrath of Artemis coming down on them, so, sitting on the table was one decaf coffee with cream, sugar, and nothing else, one vanilla frappuccino, one bottle of water, something with lots of whip cream and Caramel sauce the girl had suggested, one coffee, black, and a chocolate milk. A round of greetings goes around the table as the kids sit down, Bruce giving Dick a smile anyone else would have missed with the dark glasses and all that.

"How was your day?" asks Clark, sipping his coffee and looking at the kids with a smile. He and Conner are still a bit at odds, but since Bruce forced them to live together they'd been getting along a lot better.

"It was fine, thankyou for asking." Kaldur, ever the polite one, answers for the teams, drinking his water.

"No it wasn't. We're wondering why we were here all day." Conner, ever the... blunt one interrupts as Aquaman, Author, opens his mouth to address his sidekick. Clark gives him a look that clearly states 'don't iinterrupt' before he turns to look at Bruce, who was talking to Dick in what a deeply southern person who is very passionate about America yet doesn't know any of it's history may refer to as 'Forg-ine speak' looked back at Clark, annoyed.

"Director Fury called us in for a meeting, at the Avenger Tower."

The kids all looked shocked. They hated Fury, and the Avengers, and anything that had to do with them! It's the unspoken law of being part of the Justice League. Well, not always unspoken, of course.

"Why?" asks Artemis, anger and suspicion running high in her tone and narrowed eyes.

"We don't know." answers Batman honestly, he holds up a hand to silence any further arguments from the teens and looks down at his stainless steal watch, his lips set in a grim line. "But we have to go, we would have had more time for this discussion if you weren't twenty minutes late."

"Goddammit Wally!" shouts Artemis, hitting the back of his head harshly.

"Ow! I told you I'm not good with maps!" Wally shouted right back, drawing the attention of the other customers in the store. Barry gave the strangers all an awkward smile before leading his nephew out of the store by his shoulder to prevent any further argument. The walk to the tower was spent in a brooding silence, the teens glaring at the mentors and the mentors making awkward, pleading eye contact with each other.

"Hello Justice League." there awkwardness is cut off by the voice of Nick Fury, standing in front of the Avengers tower with Agent Coulson.

"Hello." greets Clark, smiling as he reaches out to shake the man's hand.

"Uhm, sir?" Phil looks confused for a second before leaning over to whisper something to Fury, who whispers something back. Superman can, of course, hear every word they say and rolls his eyes. Typical Stark, not letting them into the precious tower, and typical S.H.E.I.L.D, just hacking there way up.

After a moment, the doors open, and all of them step into the elevator, heading up.


A/N: Which, dear reader, brings us to where we are now.

The Justice League stepped into the top floor, looking at the teens and adults all sitting on couches and chairs.

"Avengers." greets Fury, stepping ahead of the group of heroes from the other part of the world. The New Yorkers don't say a word, just stare at Nick. The Justice League stares at the couches, Agent Coulson stares at Steve, Fury stares at the Avengers, and no one says a single word for a good minute, just stares, until Pepper comes up from the elevator.

"Hey Tony you need to sign these papers. A plant in Kentucky is requesting new equipment for the assembly line in the electronics depo. Hey Phil, good to see you." Pepper briskly walks past the League, dropping a folder in Tony's lap, along with a pen.

"I don't like being handed things." says Tony, looking up from his lap.

"Well then I guess its good I threw it at you, huh? Now, you need to sign. I've already reviewed it, and everyone here needs to crowd onto one couch to make room for the guests. C'mon, lets move." urges Pepper. She rolls her eyes when no one moves and points to the longest couch. Steve is the first to get up, Walking over and sitting down next to Danni and Erick. The rest of the team files in, except for tony, who's signing. When he finishes, he hands it back to Pepper and walks over to the couch, taking the end seat next to Clint.

"Okay, now you guys have room, so, c'mon, sit, sit." insists Pepper, waving them over with her hand. The Justice leage walked over obidently, if not a bit awkwardly, with a healthy dose of suspision gracing there features.

"Well, thats all I needed. I'll leave you all to it then." Pepper called over her shoulder, smirking to herself as she got in the elevator.

"Are we still on for Antionio's at eight?" asked Tony loudly.

Pepper stuck her hand in between the elevators doors, stopping them from closing. "You need family press. Take your daughter."

Tonjy turned his attention to the opposite end of the couch. "What'cha say kid? Antionio's?"

"Can't." said Danni, not bothering to look up from her phone."

Tony raised a brow.

"Well, I decided to look into sheilds files." said Danni, jumping up from her spot on the couch. "And as it turns out, we're all part of a new expirement."

Seeing all the paniced looks and hearing Fury's growl, Danni rolled her eyes before quickly amending "Social expirement. They want to do a basic wife swamp type thing, but with the kids. So it looks like I'll be busy packing, while you guys and those guys decided whos going with who. I've also decided I want gelato. I'm tired of not having gelato in my mouth. It's a real struggle." Sundenly, the young Stark turned on her heels, facing the opposing couch. "What'da ya say? Gelato? Robin, Wally, Megan? Artemis? Kaldur, Conner? Oh, don't be alarmed by the way, I got your names from the file. Well, almost all of your names." Danni turned once again, staring down Robin. "But I don't need a file for some of you. I've got better facial recogniztion than your headquarters." The brunnette winked. "C'mon kiddos, follow me for gelato." With that, the girl lead the younger generation of heroes to the larger elevator, leaving the adults alone to their silence.


I;M IN THE MODE. EXPECT ANOTHER CHAPTER SOON. LIKE, CHECK BACK IN AN HOUR OR TWO. I. AM. FEELIN. DA. VIBBBBEEEESSSSSSSSSSS!

Sorry for the spelling darlings,

DrippingWings