Heyo! Who's seen the AR Samsung thingy for AoU?

Anyway, I thought it was freaking brilliant, and bam! This fic was born. Kai and Memphis (two of my muses) are having a blast with this.

I don't own the Avengers. If I did, well... I would reveal what happened in Budapest. (I actually know what happened though. Seriously.) I do, however own my OCs. And Willow isn't related to Bucky. Probably.

Enjoy!

A pale teenage girl with long orange-dip-dyed black hair pulls a pair of safety goggles on and grabs a welding torch in a garage. Her wipes her greasy hands on her jeans and her already-stained Iron Man tank top. Her hazel eyes scan the inside of her latest project, a WWII tank. A 1942 Harley-Davidson WLA Liberator Army motorcycle sits right beside her, ready for the next parts run. Around the garage, scattered half-finished inventions lay on various tables and counters, her absolute favorite: a fully operational Model 39 Iron Man suit with her own twist. She figured out how to create quantum ionic energy shields and incorporated the tech into the suit.

As the girl pokes around the inside of the tank, she finds a briefcase with a typed letter addressed to her. Willow Barnes. No one wrote to her… ever. She was just a 15 year-old engineer/inventor from New York City, who was adopted no less.

Across the country, an 19 year-old boy brushes his curly red hair out of his green eyes. He watches his targets through the darkness with an eagle eye, silently laughing at the fact that they were unaware of his presence, even though he's less than ten feet from them. He raises his rifle at the three-inch-long target imprinted on the first target's clothing, firing a single shot. The shot hits the bull's-eye and the target dramatically falls to her knees. He targets his rifle at the last remaining opponent, who's running from the spot his partner was gunned down at. As the target reaches a distance of fifty feet away, the boy fires, once again hitting the bull's-eye.

The lights turn on and all of the people who were shot down stand up, congratulating each other on a good game. As the boy gets up from his perch, he notices a briefcase with a typed letter on top of it on the ledge he was shooting from. Hunter Pace. He stared at the note in confusion. Who would write to a college-aged Los Angeles orphan with a sharpshooting talent?

In Norway, a blonde, blue-eyed five year old girl sits on a field, looking up at the stars through her pink glasses. She hugs her Thor plushie and smiles, it's a nice break from her hectic family life. She goes to lie down and hits her head on something. Without crying, she turns to see what she had hit her head on and finds a briefcase with a typed letter addressed to her in English. The gears in her brain turn as she translates the words.

Thanking whatever higher powers there were in the universe for enabling her to speak and read English fluently since the age of two, she finds her name at the top of the paper. Aida Ulvestad. She didn't know anyone who spoke English aside from her mother. Her father had left when she was born. Who wrote the letter?

Halfway across the world, a brunet 24 year-old boy practices martial arts in his family's dojo in Japan. He hates being the odd one out of his clan, the only one without black hair and dark eyes. His eyes happen to be an odd color for humans, a fiery orange. He lands a spinning roundhouse kick on the bag and tears a hole in it, revealing a rectangular object. He walks over and pulls it out of the bag, finding it to be a silver briefcase and a note in English is taped to it.

The young man studied English throughout middle school, high school, and college; so he had become pretty adept when it came to the language. His name was typed at the top: Nakayama Yukio. Sure, he was part of the only surviving ninja clan in all of Japan, but who would know who he was?

Across the planet, in Argentina, a dark-haired 17 year-old girl sits in a lab, working with dangerous chemicals, not even the slightest bit worried about the materials. She's wearing her favorite shirt, Hulk on one side, Banner on the other. She has to escape from everyone somehow, and what better way to keep them away than toxic and deadly compounds? She could always turn… but she could hurt the people around her.

As she went to pick up the hydrochloric acid, she noticed a briefcase with a typed letter in English on it, which she could read after taking an online course. Angelique Sanchez. Her parents would have taken the letter away and burned it… and why would anyone write to an abused monster?

Across the Southern Hemisphere, a 16 year old boy lay in his bed, a cold compress on his forehead. This was the third fever in four days. It was because he was born too early and his immune system hadn't fully developed, or he was cursed. His parents agreed on the first option. He stares blankly at the Captain America poster on his wall before hearing a thump. He diverts his attention to the source of the noise; a briefcase with a typed letter on it. Chris Dare.

The six people with the letters scan their contents.

You have been selected for your particular skill sets or parentage to join the Neo Avengers Initiative. Travel to the following coordinates ASAP. If you are unable to travel by yourself, transportation will be provided for you.

Your 'power-ups' will be given there. And please, bring the briefcase with you.

- Agent Coulson.

Each briefcase emits a holographic symbol: Willow's - the Iron Man mask, Hunter's - Hawkeye's bow, Aida's - Mjölnir, Yukio's - the Black Widow signature, Angelique's - the Hulk fist, and Chris' - Captain America's shield.

A voice comes out of the cases.

"Neo Avengers, assemble!"