Prologue

He remembered screaming, his own. As the boot of a red-haired, freckle-faced super villain crushed downwards on his already bruised and broken ribs. He whimpered as hot tears poured down his face, bleary eyes trying to focus on his family. His Dad was laying motionless on the pavement, in the middle of rubble of some kind. His Mom was laying next to his Dad, she was laying funny, her neck twisted at an odd angle with sightless eyes staring forwards. While his older sister was trying to hold a flickering forcefield around their parents but looked about to collapse.

"No! Leave him alone!"

Violet screamed, tears pouring down her face as her eyes met her little brother's. She prayed silently as hard as she could, to whom ever would listen, that if only one of them could survive this battle...let it be him.

Syndrome smiled as he used the toe of his boot to kick Dash aside, it sent his limp body rolling only a few inches away. The super villain neared his older sister slowly, agonizingly slowly. He yelled for him to stop, but Syndrome didn't listen, his only movement was to yank his hand through the dying forcefield and lift his sister up by her neck.

"Stop! PLEASE!"

Dash shrieked, as he tried to extend an arm towards her, but the ten year old couldn't move. Violet's eyes met her baby brother's, they were full of sadness. She gave him a weak smile. The same smile stayed on her face, even after the tell-tale sickening crunch of her neck breaking filled the air. Dash screamed, and sobbed wetly after the sound of his sister's limp body hitting the pavement echoed down the street.

Syndrome looked at Dash with wide eyes, he'd finally released just what had happened, what he had done. The ginger haired young man looked at his hands, hands that were covered with invisible blood of the people he'd killed. He looked at Dash in horror before stumbling backwards and taking off into the air.

Dash didn't bother to watch him go. He just lay on the ground and cried, the blond ten year old was devastated. They were dead, his parents and older sister were dead.

Several crowds and groups of people began to flood the street, bunching up in groups of terrified and saddened civilians as they looked at the crying Super child. The bodies of his family around him. A few even took off their hats and hung their heads as they looked at the carnage.

"Let me through! Let me through!"

Lucius Best, a.k.a Frozone, yelled as he tried to push his way through the congested groups of people, trying to get to his friends. He was injured, his suit and chest were ripped up badly and there was a huge slash across his eye that was bleeding badly. When he finally managed to beat his way through the crowd. His heart stopped.

There was Dash, in a crumpled heap, his heart-wrenching sobs wracking his body and slicing the silent and mournful air around them like a knife. There were three bodies that some kind soul had covered with sheets but Lucius instantly knew who they were.

There was only one teenage girl he knew with long glossy dark hair, some of which that showed from the side of the sheet, the other two bodies were next to each other, one a man and the other a woman, but the red of all three super suits shone through the sheets. They were dead.

"Oh no."

Lucius whispered, tears prickling in the corner of his eyes as he slowly walked towards Dash. As he bent down beside him, the ten year old's bruised, bloody and tear-stained face lifted from the ground and looked at him.

"Lucius?"

Dash whispered hoarsely, as he looked at the bleary form of the icy Super. Lucius gave the boy a small, sad smile as he ran a hand through the boy's soft blond hair.

"Oh, Speedy. Yeah, it's me."

He whispered as he gently slid his hands underneath boy's limp body and cradled him against his chest as he stood. Looking at the bodies one last time before carrying the orphaned ten year old away from the wreckage.

-TimeSkip(SevenYearsLater)-

Dash spent most of the next years in FosterCare. Jack-Jack was given into the care of their Mother's family, Dash would've gone as well, but they hadn't wanted a 'super' child, Jack-Jack wasn't super to them, apparently. But when he turned seventeen he got a call from Lucius, telling him that he could use another hero on this team he was the director of...the Avengers.