Just a little quick thing at the top here for someone who asked me a while back; the other people in the Avenger Intiative in this Universe are members of the Marvel Avengers.

Carol Danvers is Ms Marvel who got her powers after a surge of energy for Mar-vel an alien; she has super strength and speed and she can fly, she's also kinda hot which is a plus but then again you don't see ugly girls in comics. She was a pilot, as well, before it all happened.

T'Challan is the Black Panther, otherwise known as the King of Wakonda or Wakanda… I really should check but I can't be bothered. He is flexible and strong and wise and something else… he has a sort of kinetic energy I think that can take the form of a panther… I believe.

And Storm… HOW CAN YOU NOT KNOW HOW STORM IS? Ahem, anyway, she is called Ororo Monroe and she has an undeniable control over the weather and any changes that may happen. I would love to see what happened if she and Thor went up in a fight. She is also the future wife of T'Challan.

And Hanky Pym Pym; I do love Hank Pym because he has a massive brain, fucking huge brain, but he doesn't quite know how to use it. He has the mind of a nuclear physicist and a great biologist but he chooses to study plants and beetles, which whilst adorable is also really quite gross. He gave himself the powers to first into an ant and then a giant. He is also a pacifist with a big stick for rehabilitant people who have done wrong. He would have had a field day with Loki.

There, just so that you know if you were confused. I may add in more characters but they shall always be from Marvel unless they aren't at which point I shall tell you. It was like with the soldiers in his battalion because I couldn't remember the names of his mates. I don't own any of them, I really don't and it stings like a bitch.

"This," Fury said, casting a sharp look around the group of faces, first at Tony and Bruce then at Steve, who was keeping his eyes trained on the computer in front of him. "Is your target; Victor Von Doom, he's on the island Latviria, practically owns it, in this castle." He said, flicking the images across with a long nail and it shows the dark clouds and lightening flashing around the castle teetering on rocks. Either Fury really goes for atmosphere or Doom does.

"Why are we going after him?" Pym asked, raising his voice so that Fury could hear him over Clint's murmurs to Bruce, Fury gave a roll of his eyes and settled Pym with a look but he just shrugged. "We're not just guys with guns, Fury; you've known that from the start, we have to have a reason to go after someone or we just become murderers."

"You know, if you had just said the reason why at the start; you could have skipped the humanitarian lecture from Jesus Christ over there." Carol said, her thumb jutting out into Hank's face.

Fury smirked as Hank glared in her direction and began again. "The reason that you are going after him is because he is amassing a robot army to go after Reed Richards and his family."

"Why?" Bruce asked, looking down at the cold and bitter face in the picture below his hands, Clint leaning over his shoulder and squinting at, trying to discern metal from flesh. "I mean, I don't really watch the celeb gossip channels but last time I heard they were good friends. I've seen him all over their house."

"Recently, Reed and three others took a trip to space to monitor the solar flare and they changes that it would make; they used Von Doom space station to protect them but it ended in disaster, nearly costing them the life of one of their own and leaving them comatose. Doom, not only, lost his girl but also his company and all of his money."

"So, he's having a hissy fit complete with a fleet of A.I.'s. Jeez, she must have been really good in the sack." Tony threw over his shoulder to Bruce, making the scientist and the team around them smirk. But Steve just sat there, rigid and pained as he saw the man continue as if nothing was wrong with him.

"Well, intelligent men can have dramatic temper tantrums." Fury spat back, his eyes glancing toward the men that were fixing the other table. "You have to get in there, shut the A.I.'s down and then find a way to neutralise him." Fury puffed out his chest and stuck his hands behind his back, standing tall. "There will be a jet waiting for you on the landing pad in half an hour; go."

The chairs scraped back and they all stood up, beginning to leave the room and head to their own, grabbing dark clothes and equipment. Just as they were leaving Clint looked over his shoulder and saw T'Challan speaking in a low voice to Fury, their heads together and separated from everyone else.

"Clint!" Bruce called, pulling him back out of the room and holding onto his hand as he made to move back. The archer looked down at the scientist and frowned.

"What?"

Bruce inhaled and looked hurt for a second before shaking it away and smiling, "Come on, we have half an hour before we have to go on our first adventure." He said with the giddiness of a child on Christmas Eve.

"You do realise that there is a high possibility of us dying on this mission. We should probably savour every moment with each other." He murmured moving closer and sticking a slight smirk on his face as he lowered his head down to Bruce's smile.

"Ew, guys! Gross!" Tony's voice came out shrill and high like a fifteen year old girl who had just encountered a spider the size of a pea. "Honestly, get a room."

"We had a hallway." Bruce sighed, pushing away Clint's body and moving around to pout at Tony. "Did you really have to come along and-?"

"Cockblock you and Katniss over there?" He asked, pointing between the two of them. "Uh, little bit yeah. Your room is right next to mine and I don't want to hear you to get hot an' heavy like last summer."

Bruce and Clint blanched as they remembered the terribly embarrassing memory of staying in the Venice villa with incredibly thin walls. Tony and Thor were on either side of them and Nat was just across the hallway; not to mention all the goats that were judging them.

"Okay, so, what do you want?" Clint asked as Bruce turned a bright colour of red and hid his eyes behind his hands, only peeking out after Tony had begun talking.

"I just thought that, considering, we're the outcasts of this strange and incredibly diverse family of soldiers and one sissy that we should stick together. You know, when we're there."

"Clint, I think that for the first time ever Tony Stark is asking us for help." Bruce said over his shoulder to the archer leaning on him, he smirked as Tony's poker face fell.

"No, I am simply suggesting that, given the extraordinary circumstances, we should unite; should anything happen we have each other's backs."

"Scared of a few robots, Stark?" Clint asked, raising his head over Bruce's and teasing the man before them.

"Yes. Yes, I am. Because, you never know, Clint; they may have saws for hands." Tony said as Bruce shook his head and began walking to their room. "Or lightsabers or Harry Potter sticks or handbags." Tony's voice yelled, following them down the corridor.

They reached their room and Tony followed them inside, Hank watching with a frown as the door slid open again and Tony was thrown out by the scuff of his neck.

"This isn't sticking together!" He yelled at them, slamming his back against the closed door as the muffled voice of Clint Barton shouted back. "I beg to differ!"

Hank watched as Tony sighed, got up and walked to his room next door, before pulling Steve out of the corner and shaking his head at the taller man. "Do you really have to hide from them? You're working in the same team you have to spend time together." He said imploringly, his eyes searching the blue in Steve's own. "You have to face each other some-."

"No, you're wrong." Steve said, quickly and sharply as he pouted and began to walk away.

"What are you going to do then? Become invisible?" Hank snapped as he watched the figure turn around the corner and disappear, sighing he flicked his phone open after retrieving it from his pocket and dialling, it only took two rings for the receiver to pick up the phone.

"Yes?"

"So, Stark punched you in the face and so you left him for the army; you can still talk to each other and be nice to each other even if you hate each other-."

"Goodbye, Pym." Steve said in a low and even voice, he pulled the phone away from his ear and ended the call, brushing it into the hands of an intern that walked past. "Here, go play on Fruit Ninja."

Steve walked through the Helicarrier until he reached the weapons room and found Bucky relaxing there, his jaw snapping as he ate his gum with gusto, his feet resting on a table and a magazine in his hands. He was the least diligent and uncaring member of S.H.I.E.L.D. that Steve had ever met and he welcomed that fact because it also meant that he didn't look down at the barely trained soldier or kissed his ass.

"Now, now, Bucky, shouldn't you be working?" He asked, folding his arms across his chest and raising a brow.

"Shouldn't you be somewhere with Carol's mouth around your-."

"All right, fuck off." Steve snapped harshly, Bucky smirked and pulled his legs up, turning the magazine down and standing up, walking over to him and smirking under his nose.

"Here for your shit?" After Steve nodded, her gestured with one hand over to the table hiding behind shelves and shelves of discarded or terrible weapons, they even walked past a series of lipstick shades; when they reached it Steve frowned down at the lack of choice and variety.

"Where's my shield?"

"We're getting you a new one made of vibranium but it's going to take a while."

"Why?" Steve asked as he picked up two Glocks and shoved them into his holsters, then grabbing other guns and sliding them into his back; magazines and bullets were shoved in there too, along with a couple of switch blades although Steve objected profusely.

"Hey, a guy is never going to expect you to attack him with a switch blade which is why you should use it; so, he can laugh in your face before you die." Was Bucky's only response as to why.

"Because the only place that you can get vibranium is in Wakonda and since the Panther isn't on the best terms with his dad, it is taking a while to get clearance."

"You can't nick it from some meteorite?" He asked; Bucky didn't even bother to respond, just walked around the table and handed him the old shield that Steve hated using.

"Here, you go, big guy." He stuffed his hands back into his pockets and watched him as he tried to get used to holding it again, balancing it on his arm and swinging it. "I know you don't like it but… it's that or death."

"I think I'll take death over this hunk of junk." Steve mumbled, shaking Bucky's hand and nodding to him as he walked out of the room.

He headed to the roof where his original team were waiting for him; they were always ten minutes early. The helicopter came just as Tony was chased onto the roof by Clint and giggled as the archer struggled to button up his shirt. Bruce shook his head as he appeared with three small bags and Clint's bow and arrows in his hand; a motherly look on his face as he reprimanded the two of them in a quiet voice.

"Are you three ready or do we have to wait for Tony to finish his time on the naughty step?" Carol asked over Bruce's efforts to silence their giggles.

"We're okay, let's go." He said, slamming the bag into Tony's chest and carrying their things to the copter before climbing on. Clint nodded to the others and sat next to him with Tony and Hank taking up the other seats in the back, whilst the others headed for the front, slamming the headphones over their ears and leaning back, ready for the long flight.

It was halfway through that Hank stopped being impressed by Clint's stories of Budapest and turned to Bruce, saying.

"So, Doctor Banner, my friend Janet did a Google search on you and told me some stuff; is it true that you very nearly exposed yourself to Gamma radiation?"

"I didn't nearly; I did." Bruce said, evenly.

"Hang on!" Steve yelped, grabbing his constraints and pulling on them till he was able to turn around and face them. "You did what?"

Bruce jumped and faced him with a frown as Steve stared at him wildly. "You didn't know?"

"Does this look like the face of someone who knew his friend exposed himself-?"

"The word 'friend' is a bit of a stretch, don't you think, Rogers?" Tony interrupted but Steve ignored him and finished his question anyway, ignoring the way that Tony glared at him.

"It was a long time ago, about three years ago and nothing happened; I may as well have exposed myself to jelly." Clint snorted, his hand loosening on Bruce's as he spoke. "That would have been messier." He laughed, his knuckles going back to the original tan colour that they were, his eyes returning to their dark blue and losing the glossed effect.

"Why, though, Bruce? Why do that to yourself?"

"For the advancement of science, Steve; I was on the midst of a breakthrough and I thought that doing it to myself was the only way that I could sleep well at night. Don't worry, Steve, I am fine."

"But you may not have been; Jesus, Bruce why didn't you tell me?" He blurted out before he could stop himself. The second that the words flew out of his mouth the atmosphere in the copter changed dramatically.

Hank shuffled closer to the door of the copter and paled as Tony began to shake and turn a dark colour of puce, Clint had raised his eyes up and stared him out as Bruce looked down at the ground, swallowing and hissing from Clint's strength on his hand.

"You've got to be joking me, Rogers?" Tony spat as he fought for the control that he was slowly losing. Steve drew back and recoiled under the hard stares but he didn't back down.

"I meant, why didn't you tell me when-?" He began but Tony's scream caught him off.

"Because we couldn't find you!"

There was a silence for a few seconds with a strong chill following at; the soldiers and spies at the front knew better than to stare but Hank couldn't seem to turn his gaze away from the tension between both Tony and Steve; each one breathing heavily and colour rising to their faces, shoulders tense and fists ready; despite the rational part of their heads barking at them that it was foolish to even attempt punching the other while they were in flight. For one, Steve was hidden behind a chair and for another their hands were still bandaged and bruised.

"Or did you forget that you abandoned us?" Tony spat with all the venom he could muster, hissing out every syllable as though it was poison in his mouth.

It did its job; the words flattened Steve's anger and aggression till he was just staring at Tony with regret and guilt; his eyes huge and hollow, as though Tony's last sentence had physically broken his heart. Steve looked down, unable to face their gaze once more and turned away, breathing out and facing the front window. His fingers flexing in and out to distract himself, the long nails he had neglected for so long scraped back the bandage and cut across the layer of skin till Storm rested her hand on top of his and held him still.

The rest of the flight was, painfully, silent.

They landed about five miles away from Doom's castle, on the edge of a large imposing wood that's thin trees provided easy cover for them, the copter moved out again, promising to pick them up when they gave the all clear and they were left to move into the shade; creeping forward and shifting under the cover of the trees as they began the long walk around the island and over to the Castle with cautious care and deliberation. All the way, their main companion was silence, after the incident on the copter, no one spoke; nothing was uttered except for when the four exchange a mutter and rearranged their course due to the advice of the GPS. Tony was stuck in a stoic guilt ridden state that he refused to budge from and Steve… the self hate was evident in everything that he was doing; constantly checking the map, making sure that everyone got their waterproofs on as the rain began, pulling people over slippery rocks when they reached a creek that was difficult to cross alone. He made sure that everyone was all right to try and stave off the pain and guilt that was eaten him up inside. He was trying to beg for forgiveness by doing small favours; that's all that he could do right now. That and hope it was working.

It wasn't.

I hope you like it and that you continue reading this story, I'm not sure what kind of AU it is. It is one with super villains but normal people because I think that normal people triumphing over evil is more… real. We see police and firemen and the army and navy and we forget that they battle, every day, villains. Anyways, strange thing over and done. Sorry for bothering you, my lovelies.