A/N Hey everyone. Thank so much to everyone who reviewed, liked, and followed. To answer someone's question, my updates will probably be pretty sporadic. I'll just upload what I've got whenever I feel I've gotten to a decent stopping point. I'll try not to go longer than about a week between updates, but I may be late as I get closer to finals and such in school. Anyway, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Avengers or Young Justice.

"Can you find anything?" Steve demanded. They had been watching Tony do his computer thing for almost half an hour. Clint had gone to the store to get a few necessities such as clothes and toiletries for the boys so that they could get out of the thin sweats and slippers the scientists had given them to wear. Thor was happily eating pop tarts in the kitchen.

"No," Tony growled in annoyance. "There is no sign of any of those kids anywhere in any records. They have very definitive names, and if they're adopted those records should be available. I mean, come on! Roy Matthew Evanson Queen? How many of those could there be?!"

"None apparently," Natasha stated dryly.

"But that doesn't make sense," Steve protested. "Their adoption records or school records have to be somewhere. Especially Dick's! He has a Romani accent! There would have to be some record of him entering the country."

"I don't know what to say, Cap," Tony sighed. "As far as I can tell, these kids don't exist."

"Well," Steve shook his head, "I didn't get the feeling that they were lying to us, but I suppose they could have been taken from somewhere else."

"Cap, think about it for a moment. They weren't surprised to be saved by heroes, they speak perfect English, even if Dick – and what kind of name is that anyway?!- has a foreign accent, it's barely noticeable and to be fair, we did wake them up at two o'clock in the morning. The only other place these kids could be from is another universe," he joked.

They all just stared at each other for a minute, thinking about that statement.

Finally, Tony sighed. "I'll look into it. And isn't that just sad?"

"Do you mean that we are actually considering that those boys are from another universe, or the fact that you've already made technology that will allow you to test that?" Natasha asked.

Tony gave her a dirty look and didn't reply.

Just then Bruce came came into the room. "Hello, Bruce. Are the kids okay?" Steve asked, looking up at his friend. What he saw made his stomach sink.

Bruce was walking with the deliberate slowness of someone who was trying very hard not to scream at somebody. His face had a slight green tinge to it, but instead of his usual 'close to Hulking out' green, it was a far more mundane, but considerably more disturbing, 'I've just seen something utterly horrifying and think I may be physically sick' green.

Pepper looked up from the paper work she had been absorbed in at the kitchen table, and blanched at Bruce's expression. "Please tell me those monsters didn't do anything irreversible to those poor children."

Bruce took a deep breathe in an attempt to control his emotions and his stomach. "I don't think this has anything to do with their captivity in that lab. It's too old for that."

"What are you talking about?" Steve demanded, an uneasy feeling beginning to blossom in his gut.

"I think you should just come and see for yourselves," Bruce sighed. He shook his head, running a hand through his hair. "I'm honestly not sure that I could keep the Other Guy away if I tried to just tell you."

He led the others back into the lab, Tony hanging back for a moment to set JARVIS's system to check the boys for any radiation that would indicate them being pulled though a portal from another universe.

He caught up to the others just before they entered the lab. At first, they couldn't see anything wrong. From Bruce's behavior, they expected somebody to be crying or screaming, but the boys were simply sitting calmly on the examination table, looking a bit confused and tired, but no worse than when they had left them the first time.

"What is it, Bruce?" Steve asked, puzzled. "They all look fine to me."

"Just wait," Bruce replied. He took a deep breath and walk over to Dick's side. "Dick, I'm going to have you take off your shirt again, okay? Then I'm going to help you stand up on the table so that the others can see you."

Dick nodded nervously. "Okay," he whispered. Roy reached over to squeeze his hand quickly.

Bruce smiled reassuringly before pulling off Dick's gray tee-shirt. He then picked the boy up under his arms and set him on his feet on the examination table. Once the little boy was standing, Bruce stepped back so that the others could see him clearly.

Steve's eyes widened in horror.

Pepper gasped and pressed her hands to her mouth as if trying to make sure that her stomach didn't try to rebel against her.

Natasha's eyes narrowed slightly.

Thor let out a strangled breath, "Odin's beard."

For once, Tony had nothing to say, his mouth opening and closing soundlessly.

While standing on the table, Dick's head came up to about Steve's height. The poor boy was thin enough that the outline of his ribs could be seen, and his abdomen was covered with scars.

Like Bruce had said, the scars were older that six weeks, but weren't old either. They were still the light pink of new scar tissue. And they were not caused by any accident.

The scars on his stomach were ragged and over lapping, like someone had taken a knife and run it back and forth across his skin over and over again. There was one on his left hip that looked like a stab wound and one on his right shoulder that had to have been made by a gun shot.

Who the heck would stab and shoot a little kid!? Steve though in horror.

The most disturbing scar was on the left side of Dick's chest, just over his heart. Someone had carved the letter J into his flesh.

"Who," Pepper choked on the words, "who did that to you?" She looked like she wanted to simultaneously hug that little boy to her chest and hunt down and kill whoever had hurt him.

Dick lowered his head, avoiding everyone's eyes. "A lot of people," he whispered softly. "Before Daddy took me in. It's hard being a minority in foster care, 'Specially when you don't speak English that well." The boy sat back down, refusing to say any more. Roy reached over and pulled him into his side.

"Hey, everyone!" Clint's sudden exuberant greeting made everyone except Natasha jump. Natasha also noticed that little Dick didn't jump either, but she honestly didn't think too much about it.

"I brought the clothes," Clint continued, his voice softer as he took in his teammate's somber expressions. He held up a four large sacks full of children's clothing, toiletries, and to everyone's surprise and Pepper's high approval, two teddy bears. He regarded them silently, his eyes eyes hardening as his sharp gaze caught sight of Dick's still bare chest.

Deciding to take care of the boys before asking, he knelt down in front of them, keeping his expression open and friendly. He opened the bag and handed Dick and Wally each a teddy bear before giving all three set of pajamas to Roy. "Here, guys. Why don't I take you to a bathroom to get dressed and brush your teeth, and then we'll find you a room to sleep in. That sound good?" The boys nodded and hopped off of the table.

As soon as Wally's feet hit the floor, he collapsed.

"Wally!" Dick yelped and Roy dropped the clothes as he caught his friend.

"What happened?" Bruce asked, rushing to the boy's aid.

Roy sighed, setting Wally gently on the ground. "His blood sugar must have crashed."

"Natasha, go get some juice and Steve, some food. Something with protein." As they ran to do as Bruce said, he turned back to Roy. "He's diabetic?" Bruce asked in alarm.

Roy shook his head. "Hypoglycemic. They weren't giving us each enough food to keep him healthy, so Dick and I ended up having to give him most of ours. It still wasn't quite enough, but it kept us all alive."

Natasha and Steve returned, Natasha with a bottle of orange juice and a glass and Steve with a bowl of cold left over stew.

Bruce sat down beside Wally and pulled the little boy into his lap as Natasha poured him a glass of juice. She handed it to him and he gently urged Wally to drink it. While Wally was drinking down the bottle, Tony took the cold stew from Steve and microwaved it.

By the time Wally had finished off the orange juice and stew, he was looking almost back to normal. Clint helped him up and he and Steve took the boys to get ready for bed, and the rest of the Avengers returned to the living room.

It wasn't until Steve and Clint returned that JARVIS finished his scan.

"Sir," the AI spoke up. "I have the results of the scans you ordered on young Mr. Queen, Mr. Allan and Mr. Wayne. They were indeed saturated with the energy required in inter universal travel."

Tony sighed. "Thanks, JARVIS."

"You are welcome, Sir."

"Wait, what?" Clint broke in. "Did he just say ..."

"Yep," Tony replied. "We have visitors from another universe."

"Now the question is," Pepper spoke up, "how the heck do we get them home?"

Well there's my chapter. This is mostly just time for Dick, Wally and Roy to feel out the Avengers. Pretty soon they'll start showing their true colors. Do you like what I did with Bruce finding Dick's scars? Fighting Gotham villains is worse than in Central or Star, so it makes sense that Robin would get seriously injured more. And do you like that Roy passed off Wally's speedster metabolism as hypoglycemia? I thought it would be the best way to explain it while keeping the secret. Please review if you feel so inclined.