"… Are you sure about this?" Tony Stark *Iron Man* watched as his son, Aaron, shot 6 cyborgs before being tackled out of the air by 3 others.
Natasha *Black Widow* shrugged. "Not really." Her son, Brandon, was jumping from 'borg to 'borg, decapitation them with ease.
Steve *Captain America* was watching his daughter, Mary Anne, toss HIS shield through a cyborgs torso. "… Wow. Our kids… Just… Wow."
Clint *Hawkeye* nodded, running a hand through his hair as his twins, Lucas and Lucy, easily fired three arrows before landing a summersault perfectly. He was impresses. They were the youngest, at age 12.
Bruce *Hulk* was busy watching in shock as Hector roared in rage, throwing a cyborg at least 4 blocks.
"My… Little girl…? Is a beast of war…?" Thor stared as Beatrix (roman, 'Traveler',) slammed her hammer through a 'borgs head.
The Avengers all stared at the TV as their kids fought with the robots. The fight had been going on for over an hour, and they had agreed not to interfere.
Tony bit his nails as Aaron was slammed by another 'borg into a building, shattering glass everywhere. Steve gasped as Mary Anne was shoved back by another, bending her wrist at an angle. Natasha winced when Brandon was thrown from a cyborgs back, landing awkwardly on his ankle. Clint clenched his teeth as Lucas realized he was out of arrows, and Lucy was down to only 3. Bruce struggled with the 'Other Guy' when Hector was barley visible under the cyborgs. Thor was cursing the cyborgs creator to the realm of Hades while Beatrix struggled to call the hammer as cyborgs drew in.
The kids, meanwhile, had no worry whatsoever.
"Yo! Lucy! Heads up~!" Lucas shouted as a cyborg approached from behind.
The girl ducked at her brother stabbed a robot just behind her with his bow. She lifted hers and fired her last arrow directly above Mary Anne's head, grabbing the attention of the cyborgs.
It was just the distraction Mary had needed.
With a grunt, she yanked her shield out of the wall it had been wedged in. She pounded it into a robots head before jumping clear over another's. With a morbid grin, she noticed Brandon being circled by a group of robots.
Brandon hissed through his teeth and dodged from a blast of light from the cyborg, diving under another. He was about to call for help when he heard Mary Anne.
"… The hell…?" Brandon didn't finih as Mary, using her shield as a battering ram, knocked 3 robots to the ground before kicking an arm from a 4th.
"… I-I could've handled that." He sniffed.
"Like hell you could."
The duo glanced up as Beatrix shouted curses at a group of cyborgs that we clinging to her. She snarled foul things that shouldn't be repeated as she gouged out wired and circuits from each one.
The green giant, Hector, ripped every cyborg he came into contact with limb from limb with ease.
Mary blinked at the sight before giggling, shooting an eye roll at Brandon.
"HELL YEAH!" Aaron was laughing like a madman, shooting anything moving without a pulse.
Kids: 237. Robots:… 2.
The parents watched, jaw-dropped, as their kids high-fived each other. Dozens of cyborgs lay scattered across the road.
"Dear God…" Tony tilted his head as his son flew across the screen, flipping and turning with ease, laughing all the while.
"Our kids…" Natasha shook her head.
"… Are AWESOME!" Clint laughed as the twins high-fived, fist-bumped, then head-butted.
Bruce smiled as his son shrank back to his (Rather attractive) teenage form. "Normal again."
"So~ Let's head back to Stark Towers."
"Jarvis makes the best brownies~" Beatrix grinned.
Hector's stomach growled on cue, and the group laughed.
"We're home~!" Aaron called, greeted by the sound of their (Single) parents standing and rushing into the room.
"Nice job, kiddo." Tony ruffled his son's hair.
"Da-aad! I'm 14! Quit it!" He laughed and pushed his father's hand away.
"Daddy!" The twins squeaked as their father lifted them off the ground in a hug.
"I'm so glad you two are okay~!" He laughed. But as he put them down, he glared. He added quietly, "You scare me like that, or take that long to finish the job again, you lose your bows for a week."
Hector and his father shook hands awkwardly, deciding not to hug as he had been thrown into a dumpster.
Beatrix smiled at her father. "Did I hold the hammer right, this time?"
"Yes, my princess, of course." He chuckled.
Brandon hugged his mom, asking about a more advances 720 –spin.
Mary Anne sat back on one of the couches in the room. She knew her father was probably out somewhere, with better things to worry about than his-
"MaryKinns!"
-… Or jumping onto the couch with her, suffocating her in a "Hug".
"H-Hey… Dad?" She squeaked.
"Yes, dear`?" He seemed so happy to know she was safe.
"Y'know, there's this thing… It's called BREATHING…!" She managed to say.
"Oh! Right. Sorry." Steve released his grip, sitting back on the couch. "My bad."
Mary Anne laughed lightly, hugging her father again.
Trelos glared at the orb with a growl. The 17 year old hated how much they all loved each other. While his father was off in Asgard's prisons, rotting away. But he'd get them back.
"Those damn Avengers will pay…" He hissed.
With a snarl, the raven-haired boy hurled the orb across the room, shattering it against the wall.