I'm Richard Barton, although I usually go by my middle name, Jett. My dad is Clint Barton. You might know him as the Avenger, Hawkeye. My mom left us when I was little. I guess she couldn't handle dad's hobby. I can't blame her. With mom out of the picture and dad always busy saving the world, I really haven't had an actual parent in my life. When dad's around, he's always training me. Archery, hand-to-hand combat, how to fly various planes and helicopters... Okay, I guess that's all pretty cool... But the problem is that he expects me to follow his path when I get older. Be a hero. An avenger. I don't even know if I want that. There's already so many heroes out there: Captain America, Luke Cage, Spider-Man... And there's plenty of bow-wielding heroes too. The world doesn't need a 4th Hawkeye. And I don't need the pressure. Sure, if the world really needed me, I'd do it. But with The Avengers and The X-Men and all the other heroes on the job, we've had a huge decline in the 'dastardly deeds' department. Still, there are some pretty sweet perks to having a dad who's an Avenger. I've met all the greats. I know my dad should be my idol, but in truth, Uncle Tony is my favorite (not actually my uncle, he's just really close to my dad and me). And not because of the fame, or the money, or the suits. When I was little, he installed a JARVIS system in our house, modified just for me. He knew how important it was that I had some sort of father figure in my life. For my whole life, JARVIS has been the closest thing I've had to a parent, and he's also been my best friend. My only friend... A computer.

"Sir, they are ready for you now." JARVIS informs.

"Wish me luck," I say.

"Good luck, sir," replies JARVIS.

Nervously, I open the door and enter the room. Inside are my dad, Captain America, Nick Fury, and Uncle Tony aka Iron Man.

"Well, we've reached a decision. With your experience and training, you would be the best candidate to lead the team. The New Heroes," says Fury.

"Do I even get a say in this? I mean you can't really MAKE me lead a team," I say.

"Jett, please-" says my dad.

"No. From the time I was old enough to walk, I've been forced into this life that I never asked for," I interrupt.

"The world needs heroes. People who stand up to the bullies," Captain America chimes in.

"It's already got heroes. It's got you guys. And hundreds more. How many heroes does it need?" I ask.

"Kid, the bad guys have no shortage of willing volunteers. We're trying to make sure we can say the same. Just because you're ahead, doesn't mean you always will be," Fury interjects.

"But why me?" I wonder.

"I got this one," Stark tells the other adults. "Kid, walk with me. I know what you're thinking. You're not reluctant because you think the world has too many heroes. You're afraid. And not of the bad guys or the danger you'll be in. You're afraid you won't measure up. Having an Avenger for a dad can't be easy. And as much as you pretend to not care about your father for not really being there, you're afraid he won't be proud of you. He will be. I will be. We all will. And we know you can do it. That's why we chose you."

That's why he's my favorite.

"At least meet the team first before you say no again," he adds.