Okay, this is gonna be pretty fun. Another new story for the win. I love minivengers stories, so I thought I'd make one of my own. So yeah.
Formal Disclaimer, I don't own Marvel or anything like that. And also, some parts of this story were written or thought up by my sister, the amazing PlushChrome, who is also my editor and creative consultant. If you dig my stories, make sure and check out hers.
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Fury stared around at the panic before him, wondering where it had all gone wrong.
He supposed the day had started ordinarily enough, with a freaky mage woman tearing through New York and screaming for Thor, while wild, magic dogs raced around her, barking up a storm and generally causing mass chaos. This, of course, managed to draw the attention of SHIELD and Fury himself, and as always, the Avengers had been called in.
Rogers, Captain America, made it to the battle first, which was a bit of a surprise considering how close Stark and Banner were, and he immediately engaged Blondie in hand-to-magic combat. Unfortunately, even with the super serum, Rogers was no god, and this woman was obviously Asgardian, as she healed quickly and spent her time screeching insults at mortals. Though, she dressed like some twenty something waitress, who liked costume parties and was always desperate for a date.
Which, in and of itself was impairing to Rogers fighting, as he was much too much of a gentlemen to look at that amount of cleavage and exposed thigh.
And then Stark decided to grace everyone with his presence, along with the Other Guy, the Mr. Hyde to one of the world's leading scientists, and an expert at maintaining his cool. Briefly, Fury wondered how exactly Stark had made Banner mad enough to switch sides and fight, considering the two had taken an instant liking to each other when they first met, and had quickly become close enough friends for Google to turn their homepage logo into a 'Tony/Bruce besties' tribute.
Both man and beast launched right into the attack. Stark bantering a bit at Rogers over the comlink and attacking Amora to distract her before starting to fire tank missiles at all the dogs, ignoring Rogers when he reminded him that he might need them later.
And the Hulk (the Other Guy. The Beast. Whatever you wanted to call it. Him?... Anyway) promptly began doing what he was famed to do. Which, in other words, was to smash. Ripping through the dogs like mad and slamming their skulls into buildings, roaring away as he did so.
Then came Barton And Romanoff. Fury would have to talk to them about quick responses, regardless of wherever they really had been. Romanoff immediately jumped on top of one of the dogs, and began riding it and shooting at others as she ran past, while Barton covered her and Rogers from above, shooting at dogs and Amora alike from atop a gargoyle on a hotel building. He jabbered away at Stark as well, and the two traded insults and compliments alike.
As long as they were working, Fury didn't mind.
And working they were. The dogs were getting overwhelmed with the onslaught of arrows, repulser beams, bullets, and giant green fists coming their way.
And then the Prince of Asgard himself arrived, and took over for a panting Rogers on the home front. He was much more durable and strong than Rogers was, and he seemed to have quite a large amount of knowledge on magic for someone who Fury had pegged as a 'hit-it-till-it's-dead' kind of guy, and he was making much more progress on bringing the obnoxious sorceress down a few pegs.
Rogers joined the others on taking care of the dogs, protecting Romanoff's back and shielding her from flying debris when the need arose. Everyone talked on the comlink as they worked, even Thor, who was not used to such technology, and it was obvious that to them too, this was just a normal Tuesday morning.
And then, to everyone's not-surprise, Loki showed up. This was starting to become somewhat common. In fact, the Avengers fought alongside Loki more than they fought against him. It had started with them teaming up to save the world a couple times (apparently, Loki didn't like competition), and had continued with them being at the right places at the right times to constantly save each others life.
Of course, he couldn't be part of the team (and had laughed in Coulson's face when the agent tried to debrief him), but he responded to threats to the world at large or even just threats to towns (or to Thor) and had somehow managed to become a very important part of how the team worked.
Thor and Loki fought like true siblings no matter how serious the situation, Barton and Romanoff still didn't trust him, and together, Stark and the mischief god were almost completely unbearable with the way they not only flouted all authority, but made a joke out of everything and everyone, but Loki did work well with the team. He and Thor fought together effortlessly, his magic was incredibly handy, and the friendshipish type thing he had constructed with Stark and Banner both proved to be very conducive to the SHIELD research department.
And with Amora hurting Thor, Loki was bound to show up. And with his magic whirring around him (without impairing his own comlink, which he was using to exchange pleasantries with Stark), Thor was freed to help take out the remaining dogs.
Fury didn't even need to get involved. All he had to do was sit back and listen as Barton laughed at Romanoff's jibe at cheerleaders, Rogers seamlessly directed the team, Thor and Loki argued over the sound of Amora's insults (the whole 'imagined slights' thing was rearing it's ugly head again. Fury facepalmed) and Stark clapped the Hulk on the shoulder and told 'Brucey' to hang in there for 'like, a sec'.
But then... Then Amora decided to blow up with green magic, screeching so shrilly that everyone flinched and Steve actually likened the woman to a teapot whistling, which Clint found so funny that he lapsed in his concentration and nearly falling off of his perch with laughter.
Which really just served to turn a woman scorned into a woman determined to gut them all, even Thor. Loki immediately informed her that any attempts to hurt his brother would be met with immediate death before promptly getting into yet another argument with Thor, who was very excited to be called 'brother' again.
Fury shouted at them to get their heads in the games, along with Rogers, while Romanoff and Barton took down the last few dogs and turned to assist Thor and Loki with capturing Amora and Stark flew over to the Hulk as he shrunk down to Banner, handing him a new set of clothes that he had removed from a pouch that seemed to effortlessly fit into the smooth design of his suit. It must've taken him a very long time to construct that.
But Thor and Loki's distraction proved to be fatal.
Because as soon as they were otherwise occupied, Amora began screaming spells again. Loki immediately began countering with some of his own, and then apparently Thor thought it would be a good idea to blast the sorceress with lightning, which everyone but the Thunderer knew was a really bad idea.
And the last thing Fury heard from his team was a resounding "YOU IDIOT!" from Loki.
And then everything was silent.
Which brought Fury to where he was now, running out into the street with his agents and looking around at the fleeing pedestrians and large dog carcasses, looking around for a team he didn't see.
What he did see was received with a mixture of disbelief and a sinking stomach. Because where the Avengers and Loki had previously been fighting one Enchantress, there now stood eight lost looking, very little children.
Children who couldn't be mistaken for anyone else anywhere in the world. The Avengers.
One miniature Tony Stark was the first to seem to come to himself, and he sighed and walked to one of Fury's agents.
"Where am I?" The little boy demanded, frowning. He was around six or seven years old and had brown eyes and shaggy dark hair that looked like it hadn't been combed in a couple of days, and he stumbled on his much too big clothes as he walked. "Was there some kind of security threat? Have I been removed?"
"What?" The agent said, eyes wide.
"You're that SHIELD place, right?" Tony said. "Strategic Homeland Intervention: Enforcement something?"
"And Logistics Division," The agent relayed, still looking lost.
"Right, that," Tony said.
"WHERE AM I?" A booming little voice shouted. Fury looked around and saw the little version of Thor, noting that the around eight year old little boy was still large and muscled for his age, and had puppy-dog blue eyes. He scrambled out of the huge metal armor, leaving him in Thor's large, long sleeved t-shirt.
"What's going on?" The voice of non other than Barton shouted, trying to be heard over the noise. He looked just a little bit older than Thor, but was still a little shorter and thinner. He glanced at one of the dogs and his eyes widened. "Is this some new act? I didn't volunteer for this!"
"Excuse me," The mini Steve Rogers piped up to the agent Tony was talking to. He looked older than Barton, perhaps eleven, but was only an inch or two taller than the younger child, and was thinner by far. Fury guessed the super serum hadn't transferred to his child form "But what's happened?"
"Er..." The agent said, casting a lost glance at Fury, who didn't quite know how to help him.
A small girl with blonde hair who looked to be seven burst into tears, her pretty little face twisting in fear. Good thing? The Enchantresses skimpy outfit was only a bit too big for the little girl, and was just about the right size long-ways to almost make it to the child's ankles.
"Where is my mother?" She gasped out. "What is this place?"
"скажите мне союз я быть" Little Natasha demanded in Russian, asking them to tell her where she was. She glared around in clear panic, but looked tense and ready. As was unsurprising considering her origins. She looked to be the same age as Amora, and her red hair was long.
A very small little boy who couldn't be more then five years old appeared behind Fury, who stiffened a bit in surprise. The boy was thin and didn't reach Fury's waist and he gazed at the director with scared, but non the less curious, big green eyes. His hair was dark as midnight and looked almost as unkempt as Stark's, and the little Loki had also pulled off the over-sized leathers and metal, now dressed in his older selves much too large emerald tunic. It looked like a bathrobe on him.
"Brother!" Mini Thor exclaimed, rushing to little Loki and enveloping him in a hug before holding him at arms length. "Do you know where we are?"
Loki hesitated and looked around. "Perhaps... Midgard?" He said, his voice surprisingly quiet and meek.
"Are you sure?" Thor demanded.
"You could ask him," Loki said, gesturing to Fury. Immediately upon seeing the adult, Thor pushed Loki behind him and glared, looking ready to tackle Fury, who shook his head to get his bearings back a little.
"Well, mortal?" Thor demanded.
"That's right," Fury confirmed, raising an unimpressed eyebrow at Thor. "Midgard."
"What guard?" Barton piped up, rushing over to Fury, along with most of the kids, Stark sticking around near the confused looking agent and tapping his foot, his little face comically agitated. "Is that some kind of guard that sticks around the middle of things? Or maybe they deal with middle ground?"
"Midgard is a realm, moron," Thor scoffed loudly.
"Prince Thor?" Amora asked, sniveling and rubbing at her wet cheek. "Where am I?"
"Apparently Midgard, dear maiden," Thor exclaimed with a large smile. "Fear not, for I will forge the way back to Asgard. For a lovely goddess like yourself, I will trifle not with conquests in this puny realm."
Amora beamed at him.
"No one's going anywhere," Fury cut in, glaring steadily at Thor.
"And don't call me a moron," Barton sniffed disdainfully. "You can't be a prince, anyway. This is America."
"America's a free country," Rogers chimed in with a nod.
"Америка?" Little Romanoff cut in, frowning in concentration. "Speak... English?"
"That's correct," Fury told her.
"Cool, she's foreign," Barton said with a smile, turning to Romanoff. "Me Clint," He gestured to himself, speaking slowly and clearly. "What your name?"
Romanoff punched his shoulder. "Not stupid," She said angrily. "You no need speak like baby."
"Right, right, sorry," Barton glared. "You didn't have to hit me."
"Come on, come on," Tony snapped at the agent. "Is it safe to go back to my house yet, or not? You know what? Just forget it, Mr. Stoic. Get me a phone and I'll just call Jarvis. Maybe he'll tell me what's going on."
"YOU WILL NOT KEEP US HERE!" Thor deemed in his loud voice. "We will return to Asgard at once!"
"Was there a battle?" Loki chimed, peering at Fury from behind Thor, his eyes lighting up. "Is that why there are slain dogs around?"
"I figured it was an act gone wrong," Barton said with a shrug. "Did I fall and hit my head or something?"
"Explain why you lack smart," Romanoff shot at him.
"Explain why you lack English," Barton shot back, frowning. "Why do you got to pick on me?"
"Let's just calm down," Rogers said steadily, stepping between the two agents before looking up at Fury with a determined glare. "I'd really like to know where we are, sir. And who you are."
"I'm Director Fury," Fury said, getting right to business. "And you're in New York."
Rogers looked doubtful.
"Hey, sorry to interrupt, Director Furious," Stark inputted. "But I'd like to know what happened at the mansion, because I must've passed out or something like that. Was it attacked? Was it gassed? Did Jarvis get hurt?" His eyes lit up. "Did Miss Clancy get fired?"
Fury opened his mouth to answer and then paused, looking around at the group of children. "Where's Banner?" He asked.
"Who?" Barton asked.
"The other kid, right?" Rogers asked Fury. "I think he's over there." He gestured to one of the dead furry masses, where an agent was leaning over and talking to someone out of sight.
Stark bounded to the carcass just in front of Fury, who followed and saw that the little version of Banner was trying to check the dog for a heartbeat. The kid looked around the same age as Stark and had brown curly hair and little freckles across his nose. He was wearing the blue button up that the older Stark had so carefully packed for him, and was clinging to a pair of oversized glasses.
"It's dead, dear," The agent was saying, her brows furrowed in confusion. "It's okay though, it was a mean doggie."
"W-why's it dead?" Banner asked, stuttering slightly.
"It probably had rabies, so they shot it," Stark said before the agent could respond more tactfully. "I'm Tony. This is some guy named Fury. Let me guess, you don't know how you got here either?"
Banner shook his head, looking completely mystified at the boy in front of him.
"Figures," Tony said. "Good luck getting anything out of these guys. They're all 'trained' or whatever. What's your name?"
"... I'm Bruce," Banner said.
"That's cool," Tony grinned and then turned around, looking at the Barton, Loki, and Steve, who had come forward to watch. Thor and Amora were both standing in the middle of the street, frowning at Loki, and Natasha was currently looking around calculatingly. "I'm guessing all of you have names too?"
"Yes," Rogers said with a frown. "I'm Steve Rogers."
"No you're not," Tony said immediately.
Rogers blinked. "Yes I am," He said.
"No, you're really not," Tony said, snorting slightly. "If you were Steve Rogers, you would be like, three times the size you are now. And around fifteen years older. Your costume looks a bit impressive, but you don't even have one that fits."
Rogers stared at him and then looked down at his clothing with a frown. "I don't know what you're talking about," He said. "But I am Steve Rogers. That's my name."
"He must be a different Steve Rogers," Fury said absently, turning to the agent. "Get a quinjet ready for transport. We're gonna take 'em back to base."
"Yes sir," The agent said, turning and leaving with a last look at Bruce.
"I'm Clint," Barton said again. "But that's not really important right now. How did we get to New York?"
"It's important," Rogers informed him. "If we don't know each other, how are we gonna know what to do?"
"Little America is right," Tony declared before turning to Loki. "Who are you and what's with your weird friends?"
"I'm Loki," Loki said, frowning slightly. "And that's my brother, Thor." He gestured to where Thor was shifting impatiently. "I don't know the girl, but I think she's Asgardian like Thor and me."
"Asgardian?" Tony said, raising an eyebrow. "Is that like, some kind of country?"
"It's probably a realm," Barton said with a chuckle. "Like the big kids 'Midgard',"
Loki lapsed into silence, but he pouted slightly in a way that told Fury he didn't really like to be made fun of.
"Looookiiii," Thor whined, striding over to the group again with Amora on his heels. "Let's goooo."
"This is no time for whining," Steve said, frowning at him. "And we can't really go anywhere. We were probably put here for a reason. Maybe they're evacuating cities again."
"Keep out of this, you stupid mortal," Thor said with a disdainful sniff. "This maiden wants to go back home, and as a prince of Asgard, it is my duty-"
"It is your duty to be quiet," Fury snapped, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring. "In case you haven't noticed, we have a bit of a situation. You and your girlfriend aren't going anywhere until I get this figured out."
"How dare you speak to me like that!" Thor shouted.
"Yes," Amora piped up. "He is roy-al-ty," She said the word like she'd been practicing.
"Not here he isn't," Fury said. "Now, it's not safe here. We've got transportation on the way that'll take you to a secure location."
"I am royalty everywhere!" Thor exclaimed.
"Thor," Loki spoke up quietly, moving to his brother's side so he could tug at his hand. "Thor, this isn't like Asgard."
"What is an Asgard?" Steve asked, throwing his hands in the air.
"I told you, it's a make-believe world," Barton said matter-of-factly. "Like Narnia."
Steve looked at him blankly.
"Really?" Stark said. "You've never read Narnia?"
"Asgard is not make-believe!" Thor snapped. "It is a realm that is entirely above your mortal understanding!"
"BE QUIET!" Fury shouted, causing all of the children to fall silent and look up at him except for Thor, who snorted.
"We people of Asgard do not do anything quietly," He said haughtily.
"Well, your brother seems to be managing just fine," Fury said, pointing at Loki, who gave him a look like 'leave me out of this'. "I bet he's much better at being quiet than you are."
Thor looked at his brother thoughtfully. "I WILL ACCEPT THAT CHALLANGE!" He exclaimed.
"Good, start now," Fury told him. "And as for the rest of you, try and stay where you are while we wait for a quinjet."
"What's a quinjet?" Tony asked. "Some kind of specialized, spy planes like you see in TV shows?"
"Yeah, something like that," Fury mumbled. "Hold still while I call someone." He turned to some agents. "Watch them closely. Got it?"
"Yes sir," The agents all chorused.
Fury strode away and called Hill. He told her about the situation and directed that all resources should be thrown into their magic department to try and reverse the spell, as well as telling her to make sure there was plenty of kids clothes for the Mini Avengers when they got to the Helicarrior. By the time he was hanging up, the quinjet appeared, landing with a whir.
Fury turned to the kids again, ready to tell them to get on the plane.
Tony was on one of the agents cell-phones, Romanoff was inspecting an arrow that she must've found with a glint in her eyes, Banner was standing right where Fury had last seen him and looking at everyone nervously, Amora was crying into the shoulder of a very lost looking agent, and Rogers was attempting to hold Thor and Barton apart.
Fury didn't immediately see Loki, and he nearly panicked before spotting him a little ways away, tearing a car engine apart with his bare hands.
"I thought I told you to watch these kids!" Fury shouted at his agents.
"Well, we were," An agent, Michaels or something like that, said, looking overwhelmed. "But Amora fell and hurt her hand and so Wallace had to take care of that and then... Well, we lost track. There are so many. We have eyes on Banner."
"Small achievement," Fury said, rolling his eye before turning to the mess before him. Alright, first things first. He rushed over to the fight and pulled Barton and Thor apart. "What happened?" He demanded.
"This mortal said I was an infant!" Thor exclaimed. "He said I was foolish!"
"Yeah, because you said I didn't know anything," Clint shot back, fighting against Fury's hold. "And then you punched me!"
"Please, that was hardly a hit," Thor said. "You are nothing but a weakling!"
"Oh yeah?" Barton scoffed. "Give me a bow and arrow and let's prove that theory, your majesty."
"If I had a sword I would smite thee!" Thor shouted.
"And if I had a gag, I would shut thee up," Stark said, turning to Thor with a look of irritation as he put a hand over the receiver of his phone. "Can't you see I'm trying to talk to someone?"
"Thor, shut up," Fury said to the god. "You're not a prince here and if you continue to hit people and call them rude names, I will have you Hulk Caged. Got it?"
"That depends," Thor said stiffly. "What is this 'Hulk Cage' that you speak of?"
"Solitary confinement," Fury informed him. "As soon as we get back to base. That's a time-out."
"Ha!" Barton laughed.
"Don't get a big head," Fury snapped at him. "You shouldn't pick fights with people bigger than you. Now I want all of you to get on the plane, and I don't want any protests. That means you, Godling!"
Though clearly unhappy about it, Thor and Barton both walked to the quinjet, shoving each other, and Rogers panted a little and followed them.
Turning, Fury saw the next biggest problem. He rushed over to Natasha and took the arrow out of her hands. She swore in Russian and Fury glanced at her.
"We don't use language like that," He said sternly.
"Speak language?" Natasha asked, looking curious.
"Yes," Fury confirmed. "Теперь в плоскости Прежде чем я." Luckily, she did as he said and got in the quinjet with no other complaint.
Fury directed his attention to Loki, whose hands were now covered in oil and little scratch marks. He didn't seem to mind.
"Hey, don't do that," Fury said, rushing over to him and taking the electronic parts away from him with a glare. "That belongs to somebody."
"Oh," Loki frowned apologetically. "... What is the use of such a metal box?"
"It's transportation," Fury informed him. "Like a plane." The little godling just looked blank. Right, Asgardian. "Like a horse."
Loki's eyes widened and he looked down at the car regretfully. "Did I kill it?" He asked, voice high.
"It's not alive," Fury sighed. "It's..." Explaining would take too long. "It runs on magic. Now, why don't you get in the plane with your brother and get cleaned up."
"Thor?" Loki asked, pursing his lips.
"That's right, and he's the quinjet right now," Fury told him. "And it's a wonder I managed to get him there. Go make sure he stays. Got it?"
Loki nodded and began walking to the quinjet.
"And don't take anything apart!" Fury called after him before turning to Amora, who was the next priority.
"I've got this," The agent who was holding her (the same one who told Banner the doggie was mean earlier) said with a sigh. "It was just a bit of a shock when she tripped, that's all. She's fine now."
"What's your name and level?" Fury asked her, as she seemed to be one of the only half-competent agents here.
"Tanya Wallace," The agent said. "Level five, sir. Research and Development, floor three of the Helicarrier."
Fury would have to remember that come promotion time. "Make sure and get Banner too," He told her. "See if he's alright."
Only Stark left. Fury was dreading this.
"No, I'm telling you," Little Tony was saying into his phone, looking angry and afraid. "That line can't be dead. Try again." After a second, he scowled darkly. "I'm six, now try again! Jarvis always answers the phone for me!"
"Jarvis is with your father," Fury said, taking the cell phone and snapping it shut.
"He never does stuff with them," Tony said obstinately. "He stays with me."
"Yeah, but right now, he's needed else where," Fury informed the child. "Your father left you in my care for an indefinite amount of time. Those other kids were also left here to be protected."
"... Why isn't his phone on?" Tony asked, biting his lip.
"He's very busy doing stuff with your father," Fury invented.
"Looking for Captain America?" Tony inquired with a tone of someone who had this conversation quite often.
"Something like that," Fury agreed. "I need you to get in the quinjet for now, and you can see Jarvis when he gets back." Tony hesitated, so Fury upped the deal a little bit. "And when you get to the Helicarrier, you can have one of those cool portable phones all to yourself, okay?"
Tony nodded eagerly and then ran off before turning back. "Hey," He said jokingly. "Dad and Jarvis don't have to find Captain America, we've got Steve Rogers right in this plane!"
He vanished into the quinjet and Fury prayed that him and the other little monsters weren't tearing it to shreds.
So yeah, that's-a my story. I'm also working on another story that takes precedence over this one, so it might be some time before I update, especially because I may get writers block, but uh, yeah. Follow, favorite, review, all that sort of thing. Definitely review. Cause that's like... really good and stuff. It makes me feel all happy. So...
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