SINS OF THE FATHER, SINS OF THE SON

Chapter 1: A New Time to rise

"There are no secrets that time does not reveal."

-Jean Racine, dramatist from the XVII

The sky was bright, small in comparison with the sheer amount of sprightliness in the crowds of people that found themselves below it. The neon signs and electronic displayed around the city left gasping its visitors. Everybody was in tune with the city's spirit—both the visitors and residents.

Everyone was on joy.

How couldn't they be? After so many years of pure emotionless tyranny, they were finally free.

Today was the world's anniversary. An exact year after Ultron's defeat. What other way of celebrating it than being gleeful and extremely overjoyed?

So much had change in the last year. After their mission started—the mission were they went to the different cities across the world and free them of the remaining mechanic slaves of Ultron—their world transformed into something brighter and new. First things first, they defeated the machines once and for all. Although, Ultron had some toys well-hidden. Some mission had being pretty dense.

Amid this, they continued with purpose—resting barely and eating fast—in order to save those from the last drops of fear and trapping. Apparently, Ultron's domain hadn't extended as totally as they thought. Countries from the middle east, and Asia was the name Tony told them, were affected but not as ruined as the rest of the world. Everything changed from there, for good.

The reconstruction of the bigger cities started. China and other countries with weird names lend some of their ships to them—when he said some of them were because most of the ships were massive—he didn't know why but a simple mention of Tony's name and all the other women and men accepted immediately. His guess is that Iron Man was pretty humble to the nations or something.

Anyway, they transported people from all places to the reconstructing cities. Since they knew people were going to come from all places they displayed different ships and planes for each zone.

Others were transported by the queen jet, like leaders from rebellion spots and everything. Other discoveries were found in there. But that's another story. The point was—

He couldn't be happier, as the rest of his team, companions, and leaders-? His title was still on question. Something he was sure of, was that his father, all of the other Avengers, the original ones, would be so proud. At least, that's what Tony had told them. And he believed him so. The name of 'Avengers' still new on his tongue, at least in the implication they're them. The responsibility was a big reason to be after all.

However, sometimes he thinks the tittle Avengers is a little too fancy for them. They're teenagers.

"The panorama's looking good," Said a voice through the groups of happily gasping people. "What do you say, Pym?"

"My say is," the small child groaned, a woman mistook him and hit him with her bag—in his normal form he couldn't do much for the accidental kicks. "There's too many people here! I like it better when it was just us." exclaimed the scientist-in-training. Much to Tony's daily remainder when his smugness is too much for the others.

James snorted. "Don't forget the robots. We and the robots, who wouldn't miss being almost kill every five seconds." He teased his almost small brother. His shades and baseball cap were securely in place. After all, they were now famously-known. After their missions started, each and every city was saved from Ultron's—now dead—grasp everyone knew their names...and family history.

"Remind me why are we here?" Pym whined. His arms crossing stubbornly. "I'm wasting my time. I could be with Tony. Want to know something? He was going to show me his new super-secret project, he told me so!"

They passed a group of people all nicely clothed, they we're seeing an entertaining hologram of a clowns, all doing simultaneous shows. That was all Tony's doing again, they helped too. It was an idea, it represented the idea of the festival, colors, joy and freshness. All meaning one thing: freedom was on the air, no more oppression, they want the people to trust them.

A smile crept on his face, he turned to Pym, his arm casting over his. "I think you're confused. I heard he said we were ALL going to see his super-secret invention at the opening festival, which in fact is the reason why we're here." he smirked seeing as Pym scoff air and rolled his eyes in I-knew-that fashion.

"Why can't Hawkeye or Torunn come with you?" Pym asked defeated but still annoyed. They rounded a corner. "At least they can walk through crowds." he grumbled, as if on cue a woman stepped on him for accident. "Ow!" the small boy exclaimed, he bend and rubbed his feet.

The woman—around 20 or something—frowned at them. "Watch where you go, kiddo. I—" Her sentence was cut when she gasped at them. Uh oh, James thought. This doesn't look good.

"Ah, ma'am I think we're late." James babbled with no use. The woman squeaked in enthusiasm.

"You're Captain America and you're—you're," She threw her arms to the air, people gathered around. "I don't remember but I do recognize you. You're from the Avengers!" The woman stated gleefully. Now, they were the center of attention. So much for discretion.

"Uhh, James?" Pym questioned out loud. His eyes scrunched with the sudden flashes. "James, ideas?"

"Do I look like a genius?" James exclaimed, throwing his hands up in exasperation. "Why do you always ask me that?" He took Pym's hand in his. The red-haired boy glanced around, in search of an escape. Although, the cameras were enabling this. "Shouldn't it be backwards?"

"Ahhh" managed to say Pym. "Hey! A little less brightness on those cameras." He failed trying to catch the crowd's attention. "Hey, aren't you listening, we're from the Aven—"

James decided it for it. "Run!"

"What?" Pym screamed over the yells of people.

Before he asked again, James yanked him by his, unfortunately, short arm, and drove them as quick as possible between the now-massive groups of people.

Easy as so, they followed them. People screaming their names so flawlessly from their tongues as if they were such big news.

Sort of are actually. I guess, He flinched. Not needing to look over his shoulder to know people were still there.

James groaned inwardly, in the outside he was breathing hard. More because of the nervous jittery in his stomach—still not used to so much attention even do he knew it was granted in some way, his name said it all. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to take it.

Pym was literally breathing like a small bull when James finally halted them when they neared a small store of clothing. That was another thing. Since the re-open of the city began a week prior to the all-world-wide Celebration of the official open of the Heroes City, Tony managed to pull strings as he likes to say, and start bringing people to the city through multiple selling places.

"Excuse me," James breathed, casting a quick look over his shoulder. "Uh Miss Black, right? Could-could you let us stay here for a short moment?" The red-headed boy questioned politely

The women—with high cheekbones, strong jaw and scarred left hand—rose a single, inquiring eyebrow at the states of the two boys in her home. "Did you stole something? There's no need for it, you know."

"What? No!" James exclaimed immediately. Though he had never the desire to rob anything. "Of course not, we're here—"

Pym simply rolled his eyes in exasperation. "We're the Avengers! A crazy mob's following us and we want to hide under your counter."

The woman blinked. Slowly, her eyes' widened. She nodded.

James sighed as she ushered them behind the counter. "You really had to tell her that?" He asked his fellow member with an irritated voice. "Do you want more people following us?"

"What?" Pym faked such an innocent tone. "I did not nothing wrong!"

James could only groaned at the clueless of the boy. His knees bending to fit himself in. "The Avengers are our parent's legacy. Not some useful tool."

The boy put his head in the space between his knees, his voice was muffled. "You have to always lecture me! I never see you lecturing Torunn and Hawkeye when he kisses her behind the statues!" He whined.

There was a moment of silence.

"He what?!"

Pym only snickered.

"You're joking." James leaned in. His eyes wide as he shook him. "Tell me you're joking!"

Grinning inwardly he decided it wasn't bad to play a tad bit. "Oh." Pym mused out loud, his expression mock curious as he rose his head. "I guess you don't know about yesterday's make out in the training room then."

James Rogers had never been more red-faced in his life.

"Hawkeye! That son - "

He never had the chance to finish.

"I found them!" Exclaimed a gleeful man with a giant lens in his hand. Leaning over the counter "Say hi Avengers!"

"Oh boy." Deadpanned the small boy. "I blame you Azari!"

O-o-O-o-O

Torunn was on the floor, her curled bangs were thrown with a puff from her slick forehead. Sweat was scouring down her face. Her heart was beating irrationally wild inside her chest. "How dare you?" She inquired while panting, trying to catch her lost breathing. "To harm Asgard's daughter!" She finished with the most threatening voice she could managed at the moment to the boy who was leaning, hovering over her with a lopsided smirk, his arms folded casually.

"What's the matter sweetheart?" Son of the greatest archer asked her with an arched whited-eyebrow. "Tired?" He ran a hand under his chin, aiming it impetuously to the side, giving her the perfect view of his well-hardened jaw. He chuckled bemusedly at her, just as he stepped back,allowing her the chance to recover herself from the beating as he moved to grab a towel from a close stand.

Since the day Tony Stark asked him to go with them to their new home - what he called "The Avenger's Headquarters" - he was yet to stop marveling at the sheer vastness of everything in the house. From the size, both inside out (including training areas and underground sites) to the simple, small things he'd never had the chance to have before. things he regarded as unnecessary luxuries were now daily utensils in his life.

Hawkeye chuckled out loud. Can't believe it, dad...

"Am I amusing to defeat?" Torunn asked now from her position behind him. He threw her a glance. Then, he gave her his back, knowing she wouldn't appreciate the smirk he had on his face at seeing her flushed cheeks.

Hawkeye knew a woman's boiling point from far. Torunn's . . . he was yet to see hers. Not a good moment to start.

Especially when he could flirt his way out.

"It isn't, actually." Hawkeye turned around. Grinning and shrugging at her tense posture. "Can I ask you something? Why are you so affected by it?" He intended the inquiry to be replied with an war-like glared-induced answers or her philosophical outbursts, instead he received a drop of that strange side of her.

The one that made his chest flutter lightly.

Lightly.

"I-" The warrior tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, Hawkeye did almost jump at the shyness of the gesture. "I didn't know you could fight that way."

"That way is the way they teach you in the streets when you're running for your life, sweetheart." Hawk-eye replied nonchalantly. His gaze in anything but to her. "And when your dad is trying to save you from a world that wants to kill you."

Torunn stared at him, her jaw forced. He couldn't read her face, it was either confused, angered or blank, so, he stepped closer to her. She let him. Inches closer and he could smell the sweet scent - natural scent of adrenaline and purpose almost sipping from her pores.

"Hawkeye?" "Torunn?"

They froze at the voice.

Hawkeye groaned inwardly. Really?

Torunn instantly ran from him, forgetting any close idea of him, and went to embrace Tony in grand gesture. Her eyes shinning, delighted. "You came back!" She exclaimed, a jovial tone on her voice.

Tony laughed happily at seeing her, returning her embrace with two arms loop around her, almost in a protective stand. Tony's gazed drifted to him. Hawkeye folded his arms and moved to the closest bench. He noted Tony frowned faintly. He couldn't help it. A year had passed and Hawkeye was still not open to the idea of him, but he was managing it.

After all, a decade's dread wasn't wash because of a pair of nice, bright things.

Tony cleared his throat. "Came back early for the grand opening." He replied gently to Torunn. "Where are your brothers?"

Torunn tilted her head to the side in a thoughtful manner. "Azari's training on the outside. James and Pym are not on the premises. I suspect they went to the city." She said and added a reassuring nod of her head. "Yes, James told me so. He went with Pym, they told me James wished to see the final touches the volunteers were making to the outlines of the Carnival."

Tony worked his jaw in thought, finally he relented and sighed, not too pleased with the answer. "Well, fine, it's okay they're interested in it. However, I expected them to have gotten themselves covered properly - "

"You mean the laughable hat and sunglasses they left with?" Hawkeye interjected, snorting non-comically. "Those two really have it covered. I wouldn't be surprised if they arrive saying they found them after they stepped out of the house."

Tony nodded, and swiveled in his heels. "Let them be - Are you two hungry? I couldn't help but see you were training, had a nice time? Hawkeye?" they were on their way to the kitchen and with each step his hunger grew by yards.

"Sure." Hawk-eye grinned at Torunn and she curled her lips back. He didn't know if Tony saw the last part of their training, maybe he stopped them just to fluster him now - Stark was mistaken if he thought catching him - right in the hands of the scene - in the lady of thunder's personal space was anything but shameful.

"I had a great time- definitely." Just as Torunn opened her mouth to reply - there was the unmistakable sound of a door thrown open and shut close, they heard the wood creaking hard.

Everybody tensed immediately. Hawkeye had his mind on the spot where he left his arrows, on the top shelf of his wardrobe, and was cursing his clumsiness. Torunn had her fists clenched together, sword in hand already and Tony was on his way to deploy the security system of the house when suddenly two disheveled boys, red-shimmered marks all over their faces and shirts half-ripped and half-stole open ran into the Kitchen - their faces were priceless.

"What the - " Hawkeye breathed, a laugh threatening to escape, he coughed flaky, doing a terrible job.

Pym blurted out. "Those people were beasts! I tell you: B-E-A-S-T-S! Gah, I'm not going TO GO the outside world ever again! You heard me people! EVER Again! You WON'T MADE ME GO!" The boy threw himself to the ground amid his speech, he pointed them with his index finger and abruptly stood up, running to the stairs. "They've contaminated me too! I'm going to bath for the next five years!"

Tony blinked.

These strange moments amid his parental not-guided-trip when he needed a screwdriver to dismantle the fridge and calm himself.

"James, explain - "

"What the heck is going on?!" Came the new voice.

"Great." Hawkeye stated gleefully, holding his stomach, still laughing.

Azari suddenly running through the kitchen's threshold, hands flaring electricity. "Guys, the alarm system told me - what did you do to your face?!"

James sighed. "Now that I think about it I'm going to bath for the next five years too. "

"What?"

Hawkeye fell to the floor laughing when James tripped, a shoe missing.

Author's Note: Tell me what you think! Good? Bad? Don't leave me hanging! Review!

Oh and this story will include multiple pairings and if I receive positive feedback it will become a crossover in the proximate future. And though the first chapter was light, don't expect the story not to include drama or suspense! I might surprise you!