This is my first ever Avengers fanfiction so please don't hate on it completely please!
Prologue-
Tyson Brandt stood next to the shooting range watching the three children take their respected stances.
One holding a gun, another held a lethal bow, and the last had multiple knives enclosed in their little fists.
The proud father raised a single hand and with happy grin on his face called, "On your mark get set, go!"
Arrows, knives, and bullets whizzed through the air, lodging themselves into the faraway targets. Seconds later the rain of death ended and silence settle over them.
"Let's go see how ya'll did then. Come on!" Tyson yelled to them. Hurried the kids raced the targets eager to see how they'd done.
The first target sported next to none yellow to be seen in the target's center. The next had arrows sprouting from the middle in a cluster. And finally the last target was pierced with an area of throwing knives not showing even an inch of yellow.
"Amazing all of you! Absolutely brilliant!" Tyson cheered and went on to praise each of his children.
"Will, that was so much better now that you've stopped squinting. And Clint my boy, your aim is uncanny. Ria, my sweet girl you have improved so much I'm so proud of all of you." The young triplets smiled and nodded happily.
"Tyson! What are you doing! I told you that letting them play with these weapons is much too dangerous!" A shrill voice yelled and they turned to see Stacy Brandt running towards them with Barney in tow. (AN/ It explains later why some of the kids changed their last name.)
"I know sweetheart but they love it so much and look at how they've done," Tyson said.
"It doesn't matter if their perfect, this is much too dangerous for seven year olds. Now, come on we have to hurry if we don't want to miss the carnival. Come along then."
"Yes mother," multiple voices mumbled in unison as they followed her.
The show started with a man named the Swordsman preforming impressive tricks, and then another man began to juggle fire. It was completely breathing.
That is, until he fumbled and set the tent to flame.
People screamed and ran for the exits, clowns tripped over themselves trying to get some water to dampen it but the fire just kept going.
The four children and their parents ran for an exist. The kids escaped, their parents did not.
Later that evening the Swordsman and a man who went by Trigshot found them all alone.
"Hey kids?" Trigshot asked.
"Yeah?" Barney replied, warily stepping in front of his siblings.
"How would you like a new life?"
Sorry for such a lame beginning but I promise to have more chapters in the future that are all hopefully much better.
_ThingTwo =D