I got my ticket for the long way round
Two bottles of whiskey for the way
And I sure would like some sweet company
And I'm leaving tomorrow
what you say

When I'm gone...
When I'm gone...
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone
You're gonna miss me by my hair
You're gonna miss me everywhere
Oh, you're gonna miss me when I'm gone

-Anna Kendrick, Cups

The last thing he remembered... he couldn't remember. Steve opened his eyes, only to shut them again when he felt a pain rattling through his head. He closed his eyes again, trying to reach into the depth of his murky memory. All he could conjure was the memory of fighting someone, - he sadly couldn't recall the name... and a bright teal light, then just blackness. Steve opened his eyes again, thankful the headache had cleared. He pushed himself up, his arms trembling as he tried to focus.

But when Steve turned to look at himself, he was frozen in a numb shock. It was him, but before the serum, and before World War 2 at that matter. He was looking at his nine-year-old self, in a familiar - yet baggy - patriotic uniform. He got over his shock quickly though, and scanned his surroundings. He was in a textbook abandoned warehouse, filled with overgrown plants and floored with cracked pavement. There where several large holes in the roof, letting in a chilling breeze. Spread around him where children of various ages, no doubt his team. Just then, one of the kids started to stir. She was young, probably four or five years old at most, with bright red hair. She was burrowed deep under the fold of a kavalar cat suit.

"Ugh..." She groaned, leaning a bit to the side and rubbing her head. "What happened?" She opened her eyes and looked at herself. She fell silent, breathing heavily.
"Natasha?" Steve asked cautiously. She looked at him, and for the first time he saw her face. It was like a much smaller version of Natasha's, just a bit rounder on the cheeks.
"Steve?" She replied, narrowing her eyes in confusion. "What happened?"
"I don't know... we where on a mission, and just..."

"What the- oh shoot..." Natasha and Steve turned to a very tiny Tony, who was staring at his hands in an awestruck wonder. He couldn't have been much older than six years old, and though his stubble and goatee had disappeared, the arc reactor remained in his chest. He was in the middle of the remains of his suit, a very baggy T-shirt hanging over his shoulders. At this point Steve had mustered enough strength to stand and roll up the sleeves of his oversized uniform, and hobble over to Tony in the large red boots he had in his possession.
"Tony... are you ok?" Steve asked.
"Do I look ok?" Tony asked, shooting him an annoyed glance. "No I'm not ok! I'm miniscule!"
"Tony, fighting is not going to solve out problems. Who else is here?" Natasha intervened, her voice deadly calm.

Steve looked around at the other three children spread out on the floor. One had longish blonde hair, and was curled up in a shell of armor. It was clear he was Thor. Frustratingly, his hammer was nowhere in sight. An extremely small and thin toddler was half hidden in the folds of some overstretched pants, and this made it obvious that it was Bruce. And last but not least, a boy that looked about Natasha's current age was starting to stir. No doubt it was Clint.

"We need to get going, find somewhere to stay the night." Steve said, moving to rouse Thor. Soon the whole group was awake and very confused. Bruce was silent, just letting himself be held by Steve as he tried to find a way to make a sort of toga out of the remains of the pants. Thor was unfazed by the change and as loud and overexcited as ever. Clint was just as shocked as Tony, and stuck very close to Natasha. Finally the got situated, Steve rolling up the sleeves on all of their uniforms. They also used whatever belts and straps they could use to keep their clothing in place.

Tony was given the privilege of using Thor's armor to carry as much of his destroyed suit as he could, leaving Thor bare chested. Steve was clearly the oldest, and had to carry Bruce around his shoulders because he was unable to walk very well on his short legs. Clint and Natasha latched onto each other's hands, refusing to leave each other's sides. Tony trialed behind, hauling the metal filled shell of armor, while Thor ran ahead, sometimes stopping so they could catch up.

They exited the warehouse, keeping their eyes out for anything suspicious. They needed to find the Helicarrier, or someone they could contact to get them back to normal. However, when they looked at the skyline for Tony's tower, it did not appear on the horizon. In it's place was a large grey building with a sloping structure, not at all similar to Stark tower. This pushed them back to square one.
"This is bad. This is very, very bad." Clint muttered, his eyes widening at the building. It was clear they where still in New York, at least a world with a New York; so they decided to head for the Empire State Building, hoping someone would recognize their uniforms along the way.
"Did we switch universes?" Natasha asked halfheartedly.
"Most likely." Tony huffed from the caboose of their caravan.

They continued their march in silence. As they headed in the direction of their waypoint, they where able to spot familiar places. Steve recognized a small bookstore while they where traveling through a quiet neighborhood. Tony saw a mechanics shop he liked to swing by sometimes. And Natasha and Clint spotted their favorite weaponry shop, signaling they where near the Plaza. Bruce had fallen asleep, draped over Steve's head with his arms hanging over Steve's eyes. As the approached more crowded streets, they got several odd looks from people passing by. Tony or Clint usually shot someone an angry glare if they tried to speak to them, and the person would walk away quickly.

"Friend Steve?" Thor asked suddenly as they found themselves on the Plaza. "I come to say that this 'Plaza' as very unfamiliar."
"We're in the same ship Thor." Steve replied, glancing nervously around the neon lights and large televisions.
The crowd parted around them, clearly trying to avoid the strange bunch. They passed through the Plaza, and walked a little more.
"Almost there!" Clint exclaimed, pointing at the Empire State Building with his free hand. "We can cut through the alley there."
"Are you sure it is not a dead end friend Clint?" Thor asked, worry edging his tone.
"Of course! It just looks like a dead end because there's a turn somewhere in there! I've been in it a thousand times!" Clint muttered loudly.

"Lead the way Clint." Steve interrupted, nodding towards the alley. Steve knew it was dangerous, but it was their best bet if they wanted to get somewhere before it got too dark.
Clint huffed, and he strode into the alley, dragging Natasha behind him. The rest of the group followed uncertainly. They where about to make the turn when suddenly, Natasha was pulled into the air.
"Clint!" Natasha screeched, flailing her arms to him.
"Natasha!" Clint said, jumped to try and grab her waving feet. He missed by an inch, and as suddenly as Natasha had been pulled of the ground, Tony was pulled off the floor of the alley with a yelp.
"Now what do we have here?" A man said. He stepped out of the shadows, Natasha still flailing and crying for Clint in his steel grip. He was obviously a street dweller, that being indicated by the long patched trench coat and pants he wore. Underneath the trench coat was a stained shirt.
"Leave her alone!" Clint shouted, anger turning his face tomato red. Another man, similar to the one holding Natasha moved behind the group with the man holding a struggling and cursing Tony.
"Put us down you filthy-" Tony started, only to get slapped across the face.
"We got some feisty ones tonight." The third person stated in a satisfied tone.
Natasha had tears rolling furiously down her cheeks as she tried desperately to climb up onto the man's arm. She failed since the man was holding her by the collar of her oversized cat suit. Tony was prying fruitlessly at the other man's grip, taunting Thor; who was trying to jump up to grab Tony.

"Geronimo!" A new voice echoed through the alley.
Suddenly, a blue and red blur crashed into the third man behind, causing the second man to drop Tony and fight. Tony scrambled behind Steve's legs, peeking from behind them as Steve grabbed Clint and Thor, trying to calm a frightened Bruce. He pulled the boys behind a dumpster on the far wall.
"But Natasha is still out there!" Clint exclaimed angrily.
Meanwhile, the red a blue blur made quick work of the person who had grabbed Tony.
"Stop right there!" This caused the group's rescuer to turn around. The man who had grabbed Natasha had shouted at him, and held a knife to Natasha's neck. Natasha was crying very hard now, trying to move. "One more move and she's done!"
The rescuer flinched, and crouched, holding his hands out.
"You've found my weakness." He whispered. "Small kitchen knives..."

Suddenly he lashed out, shooting a web like substance at the man and pinning the knife - and the man's hand - to the wall. Now they had a better view of their rescuer. He was clad head to toe in red and blue spandex. A spider was sewn across the front of the suit. Fro his voice they could tell he was young, but he was built like an athlete.
"Oh that was good!" The 'blur of red and blue' laughed loudly to himself.
"Bulzeye!" He laughed to himself again as he shot two webs at the guy's face. The man dropped Natasha, who skittered to the dumpster.
"You know, if your gonna be a kidnapper, don't dress like one!" The web shooter said, laughing at his own joke. He finally webbed the other two men down, and turned to the dumpster.
"You ok?" He called.
The group of tiny heroes emerged from their hiding place.
"That was most brilliant!" Thor shouted, pumping a tiny fist into the air.
"Thank you." Natasha whispered before digging her face into Clint's arm. She had figured a while back that they should probably act like kids their ages.
"Thank you for saving Natasha." Steve said, gratitude filling his voice. "Would you care to introduce yourself?" He asked politely.

The web slinger sighed, slightly digging his face into his gloved palm. Then he straightened.
"I guess I'm kinda knew..." He pondered aloud. "I'm Spider-Man. Do you have anywhere to go tonight?" He asked, noting their strange oversized clothes. But there was more than that. There was something about them that seemed familiar, and he knew he was able to trust them. His spider-sense was also telling him that they where important.
"No we don't..." Steve looked at his red boots.
Spider-Man sighed, pondering whether or not he should bring them home. He didn't want them to freeze to death out here, and there was no doubt they where broke.
"How many of you guys are there?" Spider-Man asked.
"Just the six of us." Clint piped up.
"Six," Spider-Man held a hand to his chin in thought. "I could do that."
He looked down at them. Clearly a few of them had heard him ponder aloud. "Alright! I give in. You can come with me. Just give me a second to make transportation."
The group glanced at each other. "How much do you all weigh together?" He asked casually.
"Um..." Steve glanced at the group. He himself only weighed around fifty five, and looking at the others, they didn't weigh much either. "Maybe a hundred altogether?" Steve estimated.
"That works." Spider-Man muttered to himself. When he finished, he held up a large rope. "This is risky, but it's the only way to get you home. I promise I won't go to high."
Steve nodded nervously. If it got them somewhere safe...
"Ok, just wrap some around you, and it should stick." He said. He helped Thor and Clint get latched onto the rope, and he looked at them.
"This'll work." He muttered to himself. He grabbed the two long ends and wrapped them around his waist, securing it with web fluid. He double checked everyone, and then started to climb the wall.

"How are you doing that!?" Tony exclaimed, the nerdy part of him taking over and forgetting the scraps of suit he left behind.
"Being bitten by a radioactive spider has its perks!" Spider-Man called back.
"That is so cool!" Tony exclaimed. Then they finally made it to the top of the building.
"Alright passengers, please fasten your seat belts and keep your hands and feet inside the vehicle at all times. Thank you!"
The small group peered over the edge of the relatively tall building. And Spider-Man jumped. With all six of them screaming behind him.

For Natasha, Steve, and Bruce it was pure fear. But Tony, Clint and Thor where whooping and hollering like Tarzans with sore throats. Peter swung high, making sure they didn't go low to the late night traffic. He didn't pull any stunts either, just as a precaution that no one fell of or snapped a bone. He could see that some people had stopped to point at the rag-tag group. He soon swung over the Plaza, and the group had stopped screaming. They just watched in a silent awe as they traveled over the city. They waved at the people below them who had stopped to stare at the strange sight. The swung past the plaza, and over a construction site. He saluted to the cab driver of a crane as he used it as support for a web. Soon they where over a low suburb with dark buildings. Spider-Man shot webs in the air, and they joined, making a sort of parachute.

"Yus!" He said triumphantly when the parachute opened. They floated onto a roof, and unattached them from his rope.
"That was so awesome!" Clint whisper squealed.
"I need you to be quiet. Not a sound. I'll be up with food in a minute." He said as he ushered them into an open window. He pulled a coat, pants, and shirt from his bag and pulled them on. Then he pulled of his mask and jumped down. The group could hear the door open, and someone greeting Spider-Man.
"Hello Peter! How was your day? Where you over at Oscorp with Gwen again?" An elder sound voice echoed through the door.
"It was great Aunt May. Yeah, sorry, I got caught up in something." Spider-Man/Peter answered.
"It's alright. I left some food in the microwave, and there are some leftovers in the fridge. Now, I'm going to bed ok?" Aunt may said. They could hardly decipher the conversation through the door.
"Alright Aunt May. Thanks."

They could hear footsteps on the stairs, and no one dared to breathe. Everyone let out a relieved sigh when they heard a door close at the far end of what seemed to be a hall. Not much longer after that they heard more footsteps, just a lot quieter. Soon Spider-Man/Peter entered the room, arms filled with containers of leftovers.

"Ok..." Spider-Man/Peter said, as he passed around containers. "I kinda forgot about introductions. I'm Peter Parker. Though, you are the only other people other than me and my girlfriend that know I am Spider-Man. Your turn."
"My names Steve. I'm nine." Steve said, gingerly taking a container of Chinese food from Peter.
"I'm Clint! I'm five years old." Clint volunteered, his mouth full of pad-tia.
"You can call me Natasha." Natasha said quietly. "I'm same as Clint."
"My name is Thor - Odinson-! I am... Six!" Thor struggled with 'Odinson' and Six', still unused to last names and ages on Midgard.
"My name's Tony." Tony said, eyeing a plate of pizza. "I'm seven. The baby over there is Bruce. He's three." Tony finished, quickly snatching a piece of pizza from the plate. Bruce was curled up and sleeping on Steve's lap, his head in his chest.
"How long have you guys been out there?" Peter asked, taking a container and scooping food into his mouth.
Steve, Tony, Clint, and Natasha glanced at each other in an exchange of silent thoughts.
"Um... that's... um... ugh..." Steve struggled for words. He wasn't used to lying.
"Long story short, we where on a mission, and then wake up here. Not our usual New York. If that helps explain Capcicle, Nat, and Birdie's outfits." Tony burst, still scooping food into his mouth.
Peter looked confused for a second. Then his face slackened. "H-how'd... are you aliens?"
"Point Break over there is. A place called Asgard... or something like that." Tony muttered, gesturing to Thor.
"But everyone else is relatively human." Clint said thoughtlessly.
"And I'm assuming it was either a rift or temporary Einstein Rosen Bridge that zapped us into freaky town." Tony said, grabbing another pizza.
"Sooooo... this actually isn't the weirdest thing that's happened to me, but your saying you where basically teleported here? And that some of you have slightly superhuman powers"
"You got it dang right." Tony said, biting into the crust of his pizza.
"Ok... I'm gonna go see if I can get any clothes that fit you guys..." Peter said before exiting the room quietly. He could hear them talking when he pulled the ladder to the small attic down. Good thing he was good at not making noise.

"Wait..." Steve just processed what happened. "Did you just tell him?..."
"They did." Natasha muttered angrily, shooting a very annoyed look at Clint and Tony.

Peter disappeared into the attic before he could hear anything else. He silently went through boxes until he found one filled with his old clothes. It'd have to do. He grabbed it and scaled quietly down the ladder before pushing it back up into the ceiling. Peter had been in there a relatively long time, and was unsurprised when he entered the room. He walked in and placed the box near the doorway. The containers where stacked neatly on his desk, all remnants of food stored in smaller, spate containers. When he glanced at the bed, he saw Steve was curled around Bruce on the bed. At his feet, Clint held hands with Natasha, snoring softly. Natasha was curled around their grasped hands, sucking the thumb on her free hand. Thor was draped lazily over Steve's legs, sleeping soundly, but loudly. Tony was spread eagled on the pillow, face down, a faint glow coming from somewhere underneath him. Peter smiled, still slightly confused and bewildered by their appearance and origins. He would have to tell Gwen tomorrow. Good thing today was Friday.