EDITS: 2 July 2015

1: Prologue

"During the Battle of Manhattan incident, the five anonymous heroes fought against the extra-terrestrial beings known as the Chituari. They disappeared after the fight ended. Working as a team, the five heroes succeeded in protecting New York City. The only question is, who are they? Nobody seems to know who they are but the people of New York City already have a name for them…"

Television in local Shawarma joint still reported the news, the biggest news in the world. Five young male teenagers sat in their usual booth for their weekly Wednesday Shawarma night.

Everyone was interested in this news as every pair of eyes was fixed on the television. Some even made a comment, but the five boys sat quietly and ate their food.

"The man in red, white and blue is named Captain America. The man in red and gold iron suit is called Iron Man. The man in battle armor and winged helmet is named the God of Thunder. The raging green monster is the Hulk and the last guy wielding bow and arrow, is called Hawkeye…"

In a conference room, a man in a black trench coat was standing quietly, listening to the news. He was in the middle of the meeting with the World Security Council.

"Director, this incident was out of our control," A middle-aged woman stated. "If you do nothing to contain this situation and arrest those vigilantes…"

"Those vigilantes have no right to fight in this battle."

"They are not registered heroes in our database. Their power was never had been seen before!"

"Councilmen, I assure you that I'm doing everything in my power to find these heroes," The director calmly replied. "We already have a list of suspects. It is our luck that they are all in the same place."

"Director, we want these men within 5 months."

"Then we need to call in our best," Fury said.

Marvel District, New York.

"Hey! Wake uppppp!" The blond shouted and shook the black-haired boy who was asleep.

"What da—," the sleepy black-haired boy muttered and sat up straight.

"This is the first day of the semester. Tell me you didn't plan to be late on the first day, Tony?"

"You never took me for a responsible student, Steve." Tony got up from his bed and scratched his head "And get out of my room!"

"Even you are a genius, Tony, you still need the attendant."

Steve Rogers, the tall and muscular blond with baby blue eyes, was indeed a very handsome young man. He was wearing blue t-shirt with a red and white jacket that Tony had to say a few words about it.

"You are so patriotic, Spangles."

Nonetheless, Steve didn't mind.

Tony Stark was the only son of the billionaire Howard Stark. He was tall and lean with black hair and chocolate brown eyes. On his chest had a glowing blue light from the arc reactor attached to his chest to keep the shrapnel from his heart.

"Okay girls! You know the way out. I have to go to school now."

Tony got up from a bed that had been hiding two girls that he'd brought home the night before, and walked right into the bathroom. One was a stunning brunette, yawning and making faces at Tony. The other one was a blonde girl with a pair of brown eyes who complained about being kicked out so early in the morning. Tony compromised by letting them stay at the tower until noon. If they didn't leave, he would have someone escort them out.

Steve came down and smelled breakfast and tea. Bruce must have cooked again, Steve thought to himself. And just as he predicted, Bruce Banner, the thinnest and shortest boy in the group, was sitting at the kitchen island, sipping tea. The boy, whose genius lay in the same league as Tony Stark's, had brown hair and brown eyes, and was wearing a green t-shirt and grey jeans. Thor Odinson was the only one that was taller than Steve. He had long blond hair and blue eyes, and was wearing a red t-shirt and jeans. He was devouring a pop tart.

"Friend Steven! Join me in this feasting," Thor boomed with a mouth full of pop tart.

Steve reached his hand for the sandwich, "Where is Cli—."

An arrow shot through the sandwich in Steve's hand, pulling it back above his head. Blue eyes traced up and found the one he was asking about, sitting in his nest, a lift box hanging from the ceiling. Clint always loved high places. It gave him a great vantage point and he could see better from the distance.

"Sorry, Bro. This one is peanut butter and jelly."

Clint Barton swung himself down. The boy with short blond hair and grey eyes was standing next to Steve. He was a bit shorter than Steve and wearing a black t-shirt and a dark purple jacket.

And that made up their little group of five, living together in the same building.

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