Hi, everyone! This is something that's been floating around in my head since seeing The Avengers. Now, I don't claim to be an expert on any kind of super heroes, much less The Avengers. So, I figured, why not focus on their children, or better yet, the children of Captain America and Iron Man. I loved how they were so hostile towards each other, I thought, wouldn't it be fun if their kids got together? So, here's that little brain spasm on paper…err, screen…

Anyway, I was thinking on doing little chapters on different parts of their lives, for example this first chapter is about when they first met. Now I'm not going to go into great depth on things, although I may go back and do that at a later point. So, let me know what you think, and if I should continue with this story. But I do have one…tiny…request….IF YOUR GOING TO BE MEAN, DON'T REVIEW. I DON'T WANT PEOPLE SAYING THAT 'OH THE CHARCTERS WOULD NEVER DO THAT', OR 'HE/SHE IS SO OCC'. DON'T YOU THINK I DON'T ARLREADY KNOW THAT? HMM? THIS IS JUST SOMETHING TO GET SOME OF MY CREATIVE JUICES FLOWING, AND HAVE FUN. IF ANYONE ELSE OUT THERE THINKS THAT IT'S SUCH A HUGE CRIME TO NOT BE PERFECT IN WRITING STYLE, WHEN IT'S NOT LIKE YOUR BEING FORCED TO READ THIS, PLEASE DON'T READ MY STORY. I WILL TRY TO TAKE OUT MOST OF THE MISTAKES, BUT I'M HUMAN, AND I'M THE FIRST TO ADMIT THAT I MAKE MISTAKES. I DON'T NEED IT RUBBED IN MY FACE. Now for those of you who have respect for others, I'm sorry about my little rant. I've just had those kinds of reviews, and it's put me off of writing. So, please be respectful, and if it's something that you wouldn't like to hear about yourself, don't say it to someone else.

Anyway onto the story…

First Meeting (I know….so original... )

We had been so young then. He was 6, and I was 5. Even though it was 12 years ago, I still remember our first meeting. Then again, it's hard to forget being pushed into a puddle of mud by someone twice your size…

It had been a warm, sunny June morning when our fathers, Steve Rogers, who belonged to me, and Tony Stark, who belonged to Caleb, decided it was time for our very first play-date.

I remember that I had on this pretty yellow sundress, it was my favorite because when the wind would catch it just right, it would flutter around my knees, tickling me softly. Tiny white flats adorned my feet, and my hair had been brushed by mother so thoroughly that all the knots that were an after product of my naturally curly hair were gone.

Caleb Stark, however, was not so put together as I was. He wore dirty jeans, stained green in the knees from skidding along the grass, and a Black Sabbath t-shirt that was at least 2 times his size. Later that night mother had complained that Pepper would never have let her son go out into public in that kind of outfit.

You see, Caleb's mother died when he was 4. Apparently she had some unknown disease that not even Tony Stark with all his money and technology could diagnose. Tony had been devastated, but like everyone else who has lost someone they loved, he picked the pieces up and assembled them as best as he could. The cracks were still there, but he was living. That's what Pepper would have wanted.

Anyway, shortly after our 'introduction', our fathers had left us in my back yard with the instructions, "Go play!". Of course they never took into account that girl-play was significantly different from boy-play…thus leading me to being caked in dirty, icky, mud.

…I cried…hard.

…he laughed…harder…

In that very instant, I hated Caleb Stark.

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