I do not own The Next Avengers: Heroes of Tomorrow!
AN: All right, starting from this chapter is when things will begin to change from how it was in the movie, but only slightly. There will be no major changes until sometime later. But for now I should say that Torrunn's character is one that I have changed a bit, mainly because I felt that she was stronger than the girl wanting to go home in the film. Ah yes, and some of the dialogue that was derived directly from the movie may not be entirely accurate because either I had no clue how to spell it or because the quality of the film I was watching was bad enough for me to not understand what was being said half the time. And while everyone else will be described, James will not, at least not in this chapter.
-The Next Generation-
XxTen Years LaterxX
A tiny boy, about an inch or two in height, zipped through the thick forestry, his body illuminated with a neon-green glow. Not noticing the two amber eyes peering after him through the bushes.
But just as the boy was about the go around another tree and into a clearing, a small bolt of electricity knocked him into the clearing he was heading for. The little boy rubbed his head and was about to fly off again when two hands gloved in black-violet coloured leather trapped him within them.
When the hands opened the young boy could be seen, his arms folded and foot tapping in annoyance.
"Tag, Pym," the boy with the gloved hands said smugly.
"No fair, Azari!" Pym accused as he reverted to the normal height of a ten-year-old.
Both males had indeed changed over the ten years since we'd last seen them.
Thirteen-year-old Azari had a muscular, but lithe physique. His skin tone hadn't changed and neither had his eyes nor the style of his hair. Only now, he had a few tattoos etched in black on his shoulder hat seemed to lead down onto his back and chest.
He wore a sleeveless black-violet catsuit, a pair of flat-soled boots the same shade as his suit, a pair of gloves the same black-violet as the rest of his attire, and a silver belt was clasped around his narrow waist.
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Ten-year-old Henry Pym Jr., or Pym for short, had his black hair still in the rightside-up bowl style; only it was a little messier. His dark-brown eyes shone with irritation against his pale skin. He had a strong, but mostly flexible build.
He wore a black catsuit with a pair of large gold-coloured gauntlets extending from his wrist to his elbows. There was also a pair of what looked like black and gold shin-guards, only these wrapped around the entire shin area and secured themselves under the arches of his feet, which bore a pair of black ankle-length boots underneath the guards. And over his upper chest there was a plate of gold-coloured armor that went over his upper chest and around his back with a green jewel in the front center. He also had a gold belt around his thin waist.
"'No fair?'" Azari raised an eyebrow. "Weren't you the one who called no powers then shrunk and flew off?"
"Yeah well, I meant no powers for you!" Pym said, rubbing his head before pointing at the African boy.
"Of course you did," Azari said soothingly, though not without an underlying tone of sarcasm which the younger boy caught. "Guess what Pym? You're it." And with that, the older boy black flipped into a tree before leaping away through the tropical foliage.
"Hey!" Pym cried out. "Not that fast! And now powers!" The young boy could only star after the older African male before giving a huff. He shrunk and flew after Azari using the wasp-like wings he grew anytime he shrunk.
Unknown to the two, another was watching them from the cameras he situated in that area.
(AN: Now this next part I wasn't able to completely understand what with the bad quality I was watching, so if anything's off, I'll fix it soon.)
"DRAKOSTA, adjust environmental controls in the hanger plus two therms," ordered an older Tony Stark, "the Radar Ray-7 needs readjusting and let's get lunch started, shall we?"
"Commands in progress," responded the computer.
"I hope you are well, father," a young girl said, kneeling in front of one of the many stone pillars with an image of a lightning bolt and Thor's hammer over it. "I am training hard, but I also love it here with my family…even if they can be a little annoying now and then. I miss you and await the day we can meet again."
Just then, Pym zoomed in, seemingly unnoticed by the girl. He reverted back to his original size and tiptoed over to a sword stuck into the ground behind the kneeling girl. Putting his arms around the hilt, Pym tried to pull the weapon from the group, but to no avail.
"And father, lastly I beseech thee," the girl added, before getting up and glaring at the young boy, "give me to power to smite Pym once and for all!"
"What?" the pixie-boy shouted in surprise before shrinking and flying off.
The girl lifted the large sword from the ground with ease and with a grunt, she hurled the sword towards the fleeing Pym. Fortunately for the young boy, the weapon missed it's intended target and imbedded itself into the rock behind him.
(AN: Now I will assume that all of you know how the sword looks, so there's no absolute reason for me to describe it.)
"That's not how tag works, Torunn," Azari said from his perch on top of the rock that now had Torunn's sword in it, "you're supposed to run from Pym, not attack us." The dark-skinned male watched the younger boy as he (Pym) hid behind him (Azari).
"I know," the girl known as Torunn said simply, "but I don't like running and that's that."
Fifteen-year-old Torunn had long light blonde hair down to her hips with a section of it secured with a red ribbon, leaving that section to dangle by her face down to just past her chest. Her once pale skin was now a light tan, and her sky-blue eyes had darkened to a clear cerulean.
She wore a pair of black knee-length tights that looked like they were composed of metal, a black short-sleeved shirt with a female's armor breastplate over it, and mid-calf-length steel boots with a slight heel. She wore a three-inch long solid bracelet on each wrist.
(AN: For the breastplate, picture the top half of the armor Torunn wears in the film.)
"And today will be the day that you, Pym and James will taste my sword's wrath!" Torunn said to Azari who looked as though he could care less.
"Hey!" Torunn realized. "Where's James?"
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Soon Torunn, Azari, and Pym found themselves standing next to James' bed in his hut.
The Daughter of Thor looked at the junk and clothing spread about all over James' bed and hut and wrinkled her nose in distaste. The three watched as two tan feet popped out from underneath the covers.
"So what is it today?" Torunn asked. "Does he get the sword, the spark or the sting today?"
"It's His Royal Highness' turn," Pym smirked.
Azari gave the younger boy a scathing look. "I hate you, Pym." And with that the African boy walked over to the bed. Azari's tattoos glowed blue as he lifted his index finger and pointed it directly at one of the two feet, releasing a tiny blue spark onto it.
A shout was heard as Azari was thrown out of the hut and into a mud puddle next to the little living space.
Torunn, Pym and a bedraggled James Rogers came out of the hut, James, power-downing the holographic shield that erupted from the large metal gauntlet he wore on his arm.
"If you dorks are all done bothering me now, I'm going back to bed," the boy grunted.
"But you're missing the game!" Pym said as he whizzed around only to end up floating over Azari's shoulder.
"What is your problem James?" Azari asked, irritated. "You've been sleeping all day, missing training, blowing off your chores, and generally being a real pain!"
"Who cares?" James said as he began to walk back to his room. "What am I going to miss? Laundry day? So what if we don't do the chores and train?" He back-flipped over the railing, and landed behind Azari and Pym. "So what? Nothing's ever gonna happen in this place. You (Azari) can act like a King and Pym can act like a superhero. And Torunn can live in her little fantasy land and do whatever she wants for however she wants to. What's the point?"
"The point is to not be such a jerk!" Torunn shouted at the older boy.
"Oh right," James said mock-sympathetically, "there's no point for use because our parents are dead. Your dad just abandoned you, it's not like there's still hope."
"My father may have left me here for whatever reason," Torunn said quietly, "but at least I acknowledge him! Unlike you who decides to play off not having parents as nothing more than a simple matter!" and with that, she drew her sword and went to strike James, but instead he brought his shield up in time and so both weapons and bearers pushed against one another.
"Do Asgardians say 'jerk'?" a normal (meaning that he's not in his pixie form) Pym asked Azari as they looked on. The African male could only shrug.
"Your magic sword doesn't scare me, Torunn," James grunted, glaring at the girl.
"Then allow me to show you just how much you should fear my sword!" Torunn retorted.
"That's enough," came Tony's voice.
Pushing away from each other, Torunn and James looked at Tony just as Azari and Pym did.
Ten years had done quite a bit to Tony Stark's appearance. His hair was now completely white as was his mustache and beard.
He wore a red shirt with elbow-length sleeves, a black vest, black pants and black combat boots.
"Tony!" Azari said in panic. "I was about to tell them to break it up—"
"James, Torunn," Tony addressed the two teens, "go to your bungalows and cool off."
"Heh heh!" Pym stuck his tongue out at the two retreating teens.
"You and Azari, too, Pym," Tony added, to which the young boy's mouth dropped open.
"James, wait," Tony called before the boy entered his bungalow, "I know that you feel trapped here with just the five of us, but try not to take it out on your brothers and sister. If you want to be mad at someone, be mad at me."
"I'll apologize to them," James said after a moment, "later."
"Your father was never very good at doing nothing, either," Tony told the irritated boy, "You know you can always come and talk to me, James."
"But it's not the same, is it?" James asked. "Like you say, you're not my dad." And with that the teen began walking back up to his room.
Tony could only sigh and look on at the child he considered his own.
Just then, an alarm sounded and multiple red lights began blinking.
"Tony?" Torunn asked as she glided down to the older man.
"What's happening?" Pym asked, flying around in his tiny form. "What are all these lights? And that noise?"
The group of four could only look on at the man who card for them as his eyes widened.
"Everyone, get inside James' bungalow until I give the all clear," Tony ordered, "NOW!"
Obeying his orders the group went inside the eldest boy's bungalow, but little did Tony know that James had snuck a peek at him as he ran off.
'What's going on, Tony?' thought James before closing the door behind him.
I bid you adieu,
TsukiyoTenshi