The Avengers have come together again, for the first time since shawarma(Well, except Thor). There are no people dying, no explosions, and no evil aliens. There is something, much, much worse.
Five children run around in the room below. There are two boys and three girls, and they are all around 5 years of age. Each Avenger has been assigned to take care off one of them. The reactions had been spectacular.
"I really don't think it's safe for me to take care of a kid. They could get hurt." came from Banner.
"Are you kidding me! You want me to put aside all of my projects to take care of a small, annoying, snotty little kid? You are insane, and stupid, and a..." Stark was cut off from what promised to be a lot of swearing by Natasha.
"A kid. You want me to mentor an impressionable child? Do you have any idea of what you're in for?" Clint seemed to agree.
"I think it's a good idea." Poor, poor Steve Rogers. "It can't be that bad. Oh, come on," he said, as the rest of the team stared at him. "How bad can it be?"
"Very, very bad. Have you ever dealt with small children Rogers? Do you have any idea how annoying they are?" It should be said that Tony Stark does not deal with small children either.
Fury cleared his throat. "You don't have a choice. You will mentor these kids, or you will find yourself in a very unpleasant situation. No one really wants to know, so, grumbling and groaning, they submit.