The sun caught itself on the smooth surface of metal right as a nearby window was busted out by one of Doctor Doom's many bots. Captain America slung his shield toward the robot in front of him, cutting its head off. The symbol of the hero landed sideways into the ground as the decapitated hunk of steel fell to its knees.

Doom hovered in the air on a tiny, flying plat form. He held a good-sized gun in his hands, keeping the Avengers distracted with his henchmen while it charged. Tony fought off three Doom Bots while Thor backed him up. Natasha and Clint fought side-by-side, good ol' hand-to-hand combat working its magic on the junkyard dummies. Bruce was perched on a roof close by, using some SHIELD devices to scan and study the gun Doom had, thinking it best not to Hulk-out in this situation.

Captain launched himself into the air and brought down his booted foot on the center of a bot's chest, he pushed off it and rolled into a landing. Scooping his shield up with one hand and sliding it onto the other, he looked around at his team. Thor was swinging his hammer , getting ready to hurtle it toward a group of enemies. Tony took to the air and shot tiny missiles at Doom, who quickly evaded. Clint hitched an arrow in his bow and sent it flying while Natasha hid behind him to reload her guns.

They had defeated many of the robots but the remaining ones were squeezing in on them. Captain knew they needed to focus on Doom and not his little toys, but they couldn't let them just wonder the streets of New York, causing trouble. He glanced up when he heard his name called, spotting Banner on the roof.

Bruce's voice soon chirped in his ear, "Steve, Doom's gun is almost fully charged. I'm not sure what it does and I'd rather not find out."

"Copy that, I'm on it." Steve said with a nod in the direction of his elevated friend and he took off. Jumping on top of an over-turned Taxi, he flung himself at Doom's flying machine and latched on. Climbing quickly to his feet before Doom could kick him off, Captain stood before the metal villain.

"Whatever you're planning, Doom, it won't work. Give up the gig and come peacefully." He said, holding his shield at the ready, in case he needed to block or whomp it over the doctor's head.

Doom merely chuckled, the sound muffled and sounded eerie through the tiny mouth piece, "I've heard that before, but I'm afraid my answer will not be different this time, super soldier." He slung the gun to point at Captain and it started to glow as Doom pushed a button, "Now let's see how Captain America fairs against me as infant!"

Steve ducked with amazing speed and elbowed Doom's side, causing him to turn in protest and press the button all the way. A bolt of energy shot out of the gun and flew right at Thor, who was too busy flattening the head of a bot to dodge.

Thor saw the ray coming at him from the corner of his eye and as he was turning to intercept it with his hammer out of reflex, it zapped his body. He glowed with it, the light was too bright and everyone had to look away or else they would surely be blinded. Once it had faded away, Captain turned to look for his friend, fearing the worst. Doom took this opportunity to quickly shoot him, but found the gun would not work. He cursed under his breath and slammed his foot into Steve's back, sending him flying from the platform.

Doctor Doom called to the remaining numbers of his henchmen and quickly fled the scene, his robots taking to the air after him. Captain landed on his feet and watched as they fled off toward wherever they had come from. Then he quickly ran over to where Thor had once been. The only indication that Thor had been there was the pile of his clothing and Mjolnir, which lay beside the sparking head of a Doom Robot.

Clint kicked the head away once he made it over, Natasha right behind him. Tony rushed over as well and they stared at the slightly smoking heap of red cape. They had the same though but did not have the strength to voice it, believing if they did it would make it true.

Thor could not be dead. … Could he?

No, not like this, the mighty thunderer could not have fallen in such a way, it was not fitting. However, before anyone made a move or flexed their vocal cords, the mound of cape slightly stirred.

Everyone but Steve took a step back; he swooped down and yanked the cape away. There, lying wrapped in Thor's clothing was a tiny child who looked to be fast asleep. The loose, golden curls of hair were like a halo around the innocent face of the child. He stirred again and slowly opened his eyes. Bright blue looked up at Steve.

Shock had frozen everyone in their place. They all gazed down at the tiny child with wide eyes and gaping mouths. The gun Doom had used didn't kill the thunder god.

Steve crouched down at face the child as it sat up, a few locks fell on his forehead. The Captain slowly took in the child's face, his round cheeks, small nose, wild hair, but importantly his eyes. Steve knew those eyes.

"Thor?" He asked carefully, unsure of what to except next.

The now tiny son of Odin gave the Captain a large, toothy grin, and in a not-so-booming-voice replied, "T'or!"