Carry on my wayward Son!~

Kansas banged at the background.

There'll be peace when you are done~

Surrounded by machinery, the Genius concentrated solely on his invention, and sometimes breaking from his concentration he headbanged and air guitared around his laboratory. Sparks flew from the table top, and behind protective vest, gloves and welding mask was the billionaire mumbling formulas and noting it to JARVIS his artificial intelligence.

He typed on his holographic computer and moved the hologram, observing every nut and bolt of it. With that he continued to work on the parts for his suit from scratch, then assembling them all together. He stood back, marveling at his invention. After his Clean Slate program a couple of months ago he said he would start anew; he did, a new suit that is. It stood on the lightened platform, the sleek silver suit.

The playboy stared at it and continued for a while. The only thought going through his head was 'What should it's paint job be? it could be plain silver, although-'

Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man,

That was until the door opened and in walked in a man clad in a black dress suit. Which caught the attention of the philanthropist.

"Mr. Stark, Director Fury would like to see you." said the said man and left, leaving Tony Stark staring at the door.


Drums hit his ears and caused him to head to the counter. He pulled five dollars out of his pockets and place it on the table. He thought back to his meeting with Peggy, tears struggled to his eyes. The lost had hit him hard, and now knowing that his best friend was alive but is now missing.

A warning to the people the good and,

As he listened to the song playing in the background, he scoffed. A golden drink was pushed towards him, a large ice sphere suspended in the toxicated drink.

He downed the drink before a brunette with a top piece came up to him and placed a ten on the counter. She gave the soldier a lustful stare and slowly licked her lips. He saw her and turned away, knowing what she wanted. He swallowed the rising awkwardness, as he watched the bartender make the drinks. He could sense the lusty eyes on him, examining every twitch of a muscle or every beat of his heart. Having enough of this, he looked at the women and politely asked her to go away.

"Ok, I know this seems really bad, but I don't feel like talking to anybody right now, or in this case, do anything with others, can you please just...just leave me alone?" He was given a look of anger and then was suddenly slapped in the face. his lip was sucked into a thin line and he blanked before he restarted thinking about all the events that had happen just a couple of months ago.

Thinking about Peggy, Bucky and all the people who he loved

thinking about all the innocent people who died during the recent events,

Thinking about the Avengers and hoping that they wouldn't have to fight in a situation like that ever again.

He could still hear it, the constant screaming of all that he couldn't save including the ones during his fight with Bucky. He couldn't save everyone, he knows that; but two weeks ago he saw a little boy who huddled at the corner of an alley, he had lost his parents a year ago during the fight with the Chitauri. He couldn't help but feel guilty.

The moment to live and the moment to die,

He downed another glass, and when a familiar hand touched the soldier's shoulder.

To fight

Surprised, he eyed the hand on his shoulder, noticing a strong grip; Steve's eyes shot up to look at the owner of the slender hands.

To fight

" Captain...no..Steve. Steve Rogers we are in need of your assistance once again"

To fight!

Staring at the women, he could tell that she didn't want to tell him; he could see it in her eyes. He reluctantly stood up and with determination stated.

"How can I help."


On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my face

On top of the 'A' Tower he was laying on his back, watching the clear starry night. The wind blew and tousled his hair. He took a drink of his specially made drink from Tony's personal collection.

Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air

He enjoyed the calming night, and the song especially contributed to it. Especially on clear nights like these. The wind in his face, the soothing guitar followed by a just as soothing voice echoed in the background; his mind drifted from thoughts to thoughts. He knew the other Avengers were struggling with their own dilemmas, and he understood, he too is still fighting with the other guy.

He felt slightly bad for going berserk on his fellow Avengers a year stared up, wishing to keep his mind off the regrets that he had had and think of topics more optimistic.

But honestly, usually being the only member of the assembled Avengers actually inside the tower was slightly…lonely. Obviously he had grown attached to the team over the year; they were almost like a family to him. He was too prideful to tell the other Avengers to just stick around and to… to just hang out and watch movies. He thought that what it would be like if they were a family: Tony his nerdy brother, Natasha his lethal sister, Thor his understanding brother, Clint his smart-ass brother and Steve his kind other little….older...brother….yea...no.

As his mind wandered he his conscience slipping, his eyes sliding close. However, was stopped by a slight disturbance from inside. An inclination from the other guy. 'The Door.'

There she stood in the doorway;

A muscular figure knocked on the door.

" Bruce Banner?"

Without looking the avenger gave permission for the man to come out. The man walked towards the scientist, and stood next to him.

I heard the mission bell

Looking over the edge the agent said, "Beautiful isn't it?"

And I was thinking to myself,

"Yea… It is..." answered Bruce.

This could be Heaven

The man turned to him with a stone face their eyes met, he could see a hint of sadness in it. They knew he didn't like to fight and yet they ask it of him.

or this could be Hell.

"We need your help."


Watch your tongue or have it cut from your head

A kick flew into the air, having missed her target she swung it to the left hoping to greet her opponent's face. Unfortunately he ducked and slid his leg to trip her. She; however, jump-flipped in the air to drop kick him.

Save your life by keeping whispers unsaid

He unexpectedly caught it and threw her to the side. She landed on her feet, crouching, and was sprinting back towards her sparring opponent. Arrows flew passed her as she dodged them. She then sent punches to the opponent who then had left his lower torso open. She spun back and roundhouse kicked him in the stomach.

Children roam the streets, now orphans of war

She enjoy sparring with Clint, or sparring in general. Due to the childhood she felt that if she wasn't moving, she wasn't accomplishing anything and therefore, now she would always be moving.

Bodies hanging in the streets to adore

The experience of the sp allowed her to instinctively attack without thinking so. Unlike the others, she didn't speak much, yet her mind was always racing. She recalled all the facts that she had gathered over the course of staying with her new-dare she say it- family: the crime rate had now declined from it's usual, according from what she heard from Fury a couple of weeks ago.

Royal flames will carve a path in chaos,

It had been at an all time high after the Chitauri invasion and Loki's attempt to rule all of humankind. 'How ironic is that?' and she smirked.

Bringing daylight to the night

The man had been sparring for a good half hour now. It was getting taxing, although he didn't mind it. I allowed him some comfort with all that that had happened; the Chitauri invasion in specific and getting turned into a mindless zombie by a god.

Death is riding into town with armor,

'Dodge, dodge, kick, punch, jump' His brain commanded his limbs. He saw an opening as she jumped in to attack him and focused attack there, they ended panting from the exercise. They both smirked at what they saw.

They've come to take all your rights

The sharpened tip of the arrow pressed into the woman's neck.

Hail to the king, hail to the one

A needle pressed against the man's throat.

Kneel to the crown, stand in the sun

Blood trickling from both, they dropped their weapons and stood there heaving every breath. That was when an intimidating man in a black trench coat walked into the room and look at them both through his one eye. Gaining the attention of both he nonchalantly said:

Hail to the king.

" I have something for you both, the Avengers will meet up on the seventy-fifth floor of the 'A' tower, see you then"


Thor Odinson had gotten the sign from his mortal comrades and is planning to go down to meet them and possibly meet his love, Jane Foster; of course once the rainbow bridge was fixed.

He watched the luminous sun out from the golden balcony, After a long year he would finally see his Jane.


"You all have been gathered here because you were called into your line of duty. Now I hope you all will cooperate with me."

In the room the Avengers sat at the round table and stared at the holographic screen, images about the recent bombings and attacks throughout the world. Which now made the governments request for the Avengers help.

"These attacks have been going on for a month now, and we still don't know who they are. The scale of this last attack was in a Palestinian nuclear facility." he glared at the screen, " The only thing we got from this was a scavenged ten second recording of our masked villain from the security cameras."

It was a close up on a male who had hazelnut hair, he was holding a case and was walking in casually. Shades protected his eyes. It was then that he shifted his head up looking towards the camera, the

Avengers held their breath as the male grin, as if he had known that they are watching him, and left.

Five minutes later flames bursted into the screen.

"The weapon was homemade bombs that covered a radius of two miles in circumference, they

; however, exploded in the area of nuclear reactions, which in turn increase the explosion force. Now I want teams of two checking every possible target for this terrorist. Tony you go with Steve and head to the west coast, Tasha, you and Hawkeye are in the eastern countries, Bruce, you and Thor will be heading to soviets and the upper regions" ordered the Director

"Hold on Doc, you're telling us, THE Avengers to chase after a kid who plays with bomb? since when had we become babysitters?" argued the billionaire

" Not just because of that but also these." Fury showed photos of multiple pictures of grotesque murders and in each of the photos a pipe was inbedded in the victim. " The same person who bombed the factory is also suspected for murdering these individuals. "

"So, we are going to be sent after a psychopath and his little band who leaves behind clues? Isn't this a job for the FBI or something?" asked the master archer.

"His little group doesn't seem all that little, I recognize all these dead men, they were crime lords, for whom the CIA have been chasing for many years now, he either is very good to be able beat these men by himself considering his size, or he had a large group." retorted Natasha

" Well, and besides the fact that- if you think about it, how can he blow up a hundred square mile power plant all by himself, even with a group of a hundred men it would take approximately ten thousand men to plant all these at the same time, and I'm pretty sure the company checks their equipment every morning. So that rules out the thought of them being planted on the tanks before hand." stated Tony

Silence filled the room until the director commanded the mission.

"Now that that's over with, any more questions?" glaring at Tony in particular who shook his head. Steve was about to open his mouth before he was cut off by Director Fury.

"I'll brief Thor on it whenever he gets here, good, now go; I also want a full report every night."

Fury left the room and was followed by S.H.I.E.L.D agents. Leaving the quiet Avengers in the room.


Unknowingly, three hundred miles away, a soft whistling noise echoed the ruined walls of the abandoned factory.

"There is a house in New Orleans~"

Foot steps walked about in the halls.

"They call the Rising Sun~"

His noise sounded throughout the building.

" And it's been, the ruin of many a poor boy~"

Heads peaked out from the door openings behind an in front of him.

" And God, I know, I'm one~"

Everybody knew that noise, it was their call. Flocks of children and young adults followed the sound. Down the hall, turn to the right, then to the left and down the grand stairs.

The noise was swapped for a soothing voice. They gathered around a young male. Pure white locks caressed his head, bright blue eyes filled with light and innocence stared at the crowd, and a blue hoodie he wore. He wasn't the oldest of the group but certainly was a leader. A smile lit up his face.