AN:

I do not own the Avengers. All of them belong to Marvel.

The kids are my characters.


If you think high school is tough, try coping with it when your parents are a couple of master assassins.

My name is Abigail Barton, but I'm commonly called Abby. I'm 15 years old. My parents are S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff, aka Hawkeye and Black Widow, and I have a younger brother, Peter. Our cousins are Chloe and Izzy Barton, daughters of FBI Agent Barney Barton and S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent Bobbi Morse, aka Mockingbird.

Our friends are: Andy Stark, son of Tony Stark, aka Iron Man, and Pepper Potts; Ben Rogers, son of Steve Rogers, aka Captain America, and S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent Sharon Carter, aka Agent 13; Nathan Banner, son of Dr. Bruce Banner, aka Hulk, and Dr. Elizabeth "Betty" Ross; Erik Thorson, son of Thor Odinson and Dr. Jane Foster, and Chris Fury, son of S.H.I.E.L.D. Director Nick Fury and S.H.I.E.L.D. Deputy Director Agent Maria Hill.


Location: Stanley High School, Manhattan, New York City, New York

Andy and Nathan were spending the time debating science, as usual. Today, it was the pros and cons of gamma radiation.

"It cures cancer cells." said Andy.

"It can also cause cancer." said Nathan.

"It sterilises medical equipment."

"How about the fact that it can cause serious damage to tissue and cells?"

"Like the fact that it makes you and Uncle Bruce turn into a green rage monster?" I joked.

"Also that." he agreed. "Although technically only Dad's affected by the gamma radiation. I just inherited the ability to turn into the Hulk."

"Seriously, Andy." said Izzy. "Why would you even challenge Nathan to a debate about gamma radiation when he knows as much about it as you do about robotics?"

"Yeah." Chloe agreed. "It's also like talking to Izzy about Battlestar Galactica or Babylon 5."

Izzy's a bit of a sci-fi geek.

"Ok, good point." said Andy. "But I'm just saying that gamma radiation can be used for positive things."

"So you're not counting the Hulk as a positive thing?" asked Nathan.

"Nope." Andy replied. "Unless you want to kill a bunch of bad guys."

He hesitated, then did his usual thing of playfully pulling my beret down over my eyes. He grinned and ran off. I pushed the beret back up and ran after him, laughing.

"Guys, how about we stop before Nathan Hulks out?" asked Ben.

"Yeah, that would be a good idea." said Chris.

Erik and Peter were watching us, trying not to smirk. They failed.


At lunch, we all sat together in the canteen. We're an odd bunch, the nine of us. Andy is the popular jock-type guy, but he doesn't care about the other jocks or the cheerleaders. He is also extremely skilled with science and technology. Ben is the most sensible and mature out of all of us and a good leader. Nathan is the science geek and prefers to be on his own. Erik is annoying (in a good way) and a leader. Chris is outgoing, a leader and rebellious. Peter is the sensible one out of the four of us Bartons. He's also haemophilic, since we're descended from the Romanov royal family of Russia on Mom's side. Chloe is the quiet bookworm who has a crush on Andy. The only people who know about that are me, Izzy and Peter. She also has a tendency to fangirl over stuff like Sonic and Creepypasta. Izzy, like I said before, is a sci-fi geek and is very protective of us despite being the youngest Barton kid.

As for me, well, I'm sarcastic, stubborn, loyal and an overprotective big sister. I'm also schizophrenic, which made me, somehow, develop psychic powers. Both of those cause me to hallucinate, which I've got used to but can still freak me out.


Location: Avengers Tower, Manhattan, New York City, New York

After school, we walked back home to Avengers Tower. Our parents don't know that we know that it's called that. Basically, our parents have been keeping secret the fact that they're part of the Avengers (Uncle Tony, Uncle Steve, Uncle Bruce and Uncle Thor) or part of the government (Mom, Dad, Uncle Barney, Aunt Bobbi, Uncle Steve, Aunt Sharon, Uncle Nick and Aunt Maria). We're not stupid, we know perfectly well what our parents do for a living. For one thing, our "S.H.I.E.L.D. parents", as we call them, come back from "business trips" covered in cuts and bruises and give really rubbish excuses.

Plus, they taught us all self-defence and how to handle weapons. Peter, Chloe, Izzy, Andy and I know how to hack into computers, having been taught by Mom and Uncle Tony. We've hacked into S.H.I.E.L.D., the FBI, the CIA, the KGB, MI5, MI6, DOD, NSA...pretty much every government agency in existence. Mom defecting form the KGB and joining S.H.I.E.L.D. means that those two agencies don't exactly get on.

So, basically, there's no way that our parents can keep anything secret from us.

When we walked into Avengers Tower, the first thing we saw was a drunk Uncle Tony. That was fine, we're used to it. What was annoying was that he was singing.

"JARVIS?" asked Andy.

"Yes, Master Andy?" replied JARVIS, Uncle Tony's A.I.

"How much alcohol did Dad have today?"

"Two bottles of wine, three of champagne and two of whiskey." We all groaned.

"Scientifically speaking, he should be dead." said Nathan. "Or at the very least have alcohol poisoning."

"It's Uncle Tony." said Chloe. "I'm surprised he hasn't had alcohol poisoning at all."

"I agree, Miss Chloe." said JARVIS. "I don't believe that Mr. Stark has ever suffered from alcohol poisoning."

"Was he working on anything?" asked Peter. Uncle Tony usually drinks if he's working on a project. Because alcohol somehow helps with techy stuff.

"Yes, he was." JARVIS replied. "He was working on the security system."

"Again?" asked Erik. "Hasn't he already put enough security on this place?"

"Apparently not, Master Erik." JARVIS replied.

"Where's Mom?" asked Andy.

"Ms. Potts is in the living room."

"Thanks, JARVIS." We found Aunt Pepper sorting out Uncle Tony's paperwork, since he can't be trusted to do it himself (or at all).

"Hi, Mom." said Andy. She looked up and smiled.

"Hi, Andy." she said, standing up and walking over to us. "Hi, kids."

"Hey, Aunt Pepper." we replied.

"Good day at school?"

"Yes." said Andy. "Dad's drunk again." She sighed.

"How much alcohol?" she asked.

"Seven bottles, according to JARVIS."

"Wine, champagne and whiskey." JARVIS added.

"Should I mention that he's singing?" I asked. Aunt Pepper looked at me.

"What's he singing?" she asked.

"Opera. For some reason."

"Mr. Stark is approaching." JARVIS informed us. Uncle Tony stumbled into the room.

"Kids, go upstairs." said Aunt Pepper. "I'll deal with Tony."

As we walked out, we heard Aunt Pepper telling off Uncle Tony. We went up to our common room and did our homework, then relaxed. It had been a long day. Little did we know that our lives were going to change...


AN:

In this, Abby is 15 years old and the other kids are all 14 years old.

Tony singing opera was influenced by a clip I saw of Robert Downey Jr. singing opera.