Disclaimer: I do not own any of Marvel Characters depicted here. Their children and possible wives are all of my making, except Astrid, who is LuvaGoodMrE making! Seriously, guys, if you have not read Funny That Way, GO AND REAAAD!

N/A: English is not my first language and I couldn't find any beta reader. If you are willing to help me, mail me.
Also, this is movieverse.

Synopsis:

One day, Sarah Rogers and her sister come back home to find it empty. And the Rogers weren't the only ones that went missing – apparently, all the other team members but Hulk are gone. When the kids are assembled, they find out that the only way to save their parents – and the world - is to overcome their differences and fight an evil that must be controlled.

Sarah Rogers was too responsible for a 17-year-old girl. As her parents were always busy doing the V.I.T (very important things) they did at work (like saving the world), she was always given the chore of taking care of her siblings. It didn't matter that James was only twenty minutes younger than her, she was the Responsible one. James was the Smart one, the guy who read tons of books and spent hours talking to mother about myths and science.

And Lizzie – Lizzie was the Sweet one. She was the cutest girl, always so worried about everything and wanting to make everyone happy.

Sarah's main duty was to pick up Lizzie at school and make her dinner before going off to work. Lizzie then would wait twenty minutes until James came back from the school for gifted children where he studied with the Starks (that was not the Xavier school – they were not mutants).

That day, she was a little bit late because Couch wanted to talk to her. He knew – or at least he thought he knew - that her family could not afford her college. She had average grades and her only option was to get a sport scholarship. And he wanted to talk about that, about the options she had, about how she should be in her best form at the Sunday Game if she was willing to take this path.
Lizzie was waiting for her sucking a lollipop, sitting on a bench in front of her school. She looked a little bit unsettled and, like always, too serious for a seven year old. Their mom used to joke that each of her children inherited one characteristic from their father: Sarah was brave, James was honest and Lizzie was old. Lizzie worried too much about everything.

"You're late."

"Yeah, I know. I'm sorry."

"I thought something had happened to dad. Or to mum." Lizzie jumped off the bench and hugged her sister. "Is everything all right?"

"Yeah, darling. Coach wanted to have a talk, so I got a tiny bit late. But everyone is okay. We have to run, though, or Boss will grill me for being late."
They started walking towards home on a pace that both could keep up easily. The little girl with strawberry hair held her sister's hand, looking grim.

"I'm felling blue, Sarah. Can we have macaroni and cheese?"

"What happened this time?"
"I was playing with Debbie's doll and I forgot how to control my force and…" Lizzie shrugged, sucking her lollipop with intensity. "I broke it. And she called me a freak. All of them, actually. They called me a boy, too, because girls are not supposed to be strong. But I wear pink, see? But they said it didn't matter."

Sarah held her sister's hand tightly, pressing her lips with disgust. She hated it. Hated that they had to go through all of this. Before she and James were born, everyone thought that the super-soldier serum hadn't altered their father genetically and that they would be born like normal people. But when they were born, soon became clear that they had inherited some of his enhanced abilities. Sarah had to control herself not to run too fast or swing the bat too hard when she was playing softball. And James sometimes would rip the cover of a book accidentally, as if it were made of nothing. This was awesome and terrible at the same time and people used to mock them at school. Mock her. But she never backed down, so soon they learned that being a bully around her could hurt like hell.

But she couldn't exactly go to a primary school and teach the kids the kind of lesson they deserved.

"Okay, Liz." She said. "I would take you for a super-secret ice cream, but I am running out of time."

"Thank you, Sarah. I love ya. You're the best." Her sister gave her an awkward waist hug while they crossed the street. Their house was one block away now, so maybe she would have time to walk their dog, Zeus.

The moment they stepped on their block, Sarah felt a shiver and a strange pull on her stomach. Something was wrong. She could almost taste it in the air. Lizzie must have felt something too, because she stared at her sister wide eyed.

"Sarah…"

"Shush." She kept walking, as if nothing had happened. What was she supposed to do? Let Lizzie wait alone while she went home to see what had happened? What if this was an ambush or a trick?
"Sarah." Lizzie clung to her leg and the older girl hold her in her lap. "No, we shouldn't go near. Daddy said we should leave immediately for the Stark's if we felt something strange."

"It's all right. We must get Zeus first. Don't worry."

Sara must have known better than to say that. Every single phrase of "don't worry" is followed by a reason to worry. And their reason to worry was huge.

Because not only the door to their house was open, it was broken. And everything was tossed and turned, as if someone had gone through all their stuff. Lizzie held Sarah tighter as they stood at the porch, staring at the scene with disbelief.
And then Sarah saw the blood on the carpet. Blood. The black smears on the walls that she could see from where she stood were blood. And there were blood everywhere inside her home that was supposed to be empty.

It took seconds to Lizzie realize it too and start screaming.

Their parents were gone.