Here is chapter 6! Sorry this one took me longer, I'm currently in the middle of exams :(. I'll be able to update faster after this weekend, though. Please review!

InsaneKids159: Thank you for another awesome review! I'm glad you like Stella, she's my favorite character, too. Closely followed by Bellona, and then Nick and Chase are probably tied.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Avengers. Or pizza rolls. Or Cheez Curlz. Or anything else mentioned in this chapter that I don't own.

Steve tried to prepare Nick as well as he could for S.H.I.E.L.D.

"It's gonna be hard," Steve warned, "the training and stuff. And you might not like everyone on your team, but you have to suck it up."

"Woah, wait, who didn't you like?" Nick asked. Steve was silent for a moment.

"Stark and I got off on the wrong foot," He finally admitted, "but we worked it out. As you will have to if you don't like anyone."

"I think I'll-WOAH, DAD, RED LIGHT!" Nick shouted. Steve slammed on the brakes, screeching their minivan to a halt. "You really shouldn't be allowed to drive this thing," Nick sighed.

"I passed my driver's test."

"In 1936."

"This isn't about me!" Steve hastily changed the subject. "This is about you. Are you sure you want to do this? I haven't really trained you at all, and I hear Tony and Natasha's kids are experienced killers. We could wait a year, or-"

"It'll be fine, Dad," Nick assured him.

"Well," Steve sighed, "it better be, 'cause here we are." Nick looked out his window and gasped. S.H.I.E.L.D. was huge. Dozens of uniform grey buildings covered acres of land. Shiny black cars traversed roads between buildings, while some agents, dressed in tight, black unitards, chose to walk wherever they were going. Helicopters sat on launch pads atop buildings, and landing strips jutted out across the property. An agent was waiting for them as they pulled up to the driveway, and he opened the door just as Nick started to, causing him to tumble out of the car in a totally un-superhero-esque manner.

"Captain Rogers," The man said, looking at Nick's dad. "I'll show you to the proper building."

"I think I still know my way around," Steve replied, "which building?"

"Building B, Captain," The agent answered, gesturing to a hulking, black mass behind him, "it's right there."

"Yup, I'm pretty sure I can find that," Steve muttered. "We'll be fine from here, thanks." Nick fell into step beside his father as they approached the building, keeping his eyes peeled for any of the other famous Avengers. He'd been around for eighteen years, and never met any of them.

"Have you been in there before?" Nick asked.

"Building B? Sure, that's the main training facility. That was where we sparred and ran simulations. It's also where we locked up the Hulk when he...y'know, Hulked," Steve replied.

"How'd you manage to get the Hulk in a cage?" Nick asked. He'd never met Bruce Banner, but he'd heard of the famous green monster, and it didn't sound very cage-able.

"He really likes Cheez Curlz, so we made a trail of them into the cage," Steve explained nonchalantly, as if this was a no-brainer.

"Cheez Curlz? How'd you find that out?"

"Well, we were-Tony?"

Nick looked up and saw the recluse himself entering through another door. But even though he was probably one of the first people in eleven years to see Tony Stark, Nick only had eyes for his daughter. She was beautiful. He brown hair was pulled back in a sleek ponytail that hung in one ringlet, right down to her shoulders. Her eyes sparkled with wit and humor, like her father's. Her skin was tan and clear, without a single flaw. She was thin, but not like the fake celebrities you saw in magazines. She looked real. And Nick was in love.

"Steve!" Tony greeted them, "Long time, no see!"

"No kidding!" Steve replied. Then they did that bro-hug thing that guys did when they were too close with their friend for a handshake, but didn't want to be the first to go for the full hug. "This is Nick," Steve said, pushing Nick forward slightly.

"Hi," Nick greeted. Tony shook his hand, and all Nick could think was, What's her name? When really, he should've been thinking, I'm shaking hands with Iron Man.

"Nice to meet you, Nick. Do you also wear a tight suit that looks suspiciously like a onesie, so you look like a star-spangled toddler running around smashing aliens with a metal circle?" Tony asked.

"Um…," Nick stammered.

"Good to see you haven't changed, Stark," Steve sighed.

"Oh, it's 'Stark' now? When I got here it was 'Tony'. I guess I've already lost the privilege of 'first name basis'," Tony quipped.

"You called my suit a onesie."

"Hate to break it to you, Capsicle, but it does look like a onesie."

"It's a specially designed supersuit meant to give hope to the American people."

"It's a onesie."

"It is not-"

"Well, that didn't take long," Tony's daughter sighed. "I mean, Dad, you told me you two argued, but come on. It's been, what, two minutes?" Tony and Steve both sighed, and Steve uncrossed his arms. Tony rested his hand on his daughter's shoulder.

"This is Stella," Tony introduced her. Nick stepped out first and shook her hand.

"Hi," He said.

"Hi," She replied, smiling at him. Tony grabbed her by the shoulder and yanked her back.

"Stella, this is-"

"Captain America, right?" She finished, stepping towards Nick's father.

"Um, yup," Steve muttered, furrowing his brow.

"And you're supposed to represent all of America?" She pressed.

"I guess," Steve replied.

"Well then, isn't it kind of racist that you're white? I mean, if you represent the entirety of the American people, and you're a white man, that means you think all the American people are white men. Did you know that by 2050, people of color are estimated to take up approximately 49.9 percent of the American population? That's nearly half of the American population you're ignoring, Captain, and we're only five years away. Also, did you know that 50.8% of the American population are women? That's over half the American population that you're ignoring, which also makes you sexist. I'm just saying, your mere existence shows that you believe all of America is white, or that the only Americans that matter are white. That's racist, Captain Rogers. Are you racist?" Steve blinked a few times, staring at Stella with disbelief and a little bit of fear. There was a long, awkward pause, during which Tony very poorly hid a smirk, and Steve stared at Stella with wide, shocked eyes. Finally, Nick broke the silence, erupting in laughter. Tony almost immediately joined in, and after a minute or two of straight laughter, Stella joined in a bit uneasily. Nick supposed she felt awkward laughing at her own joke, but he thought her laugh was beautiful. It sounded musical, like bells tingling or angels singing. Wait, He thought to himself, 'angels singing'? Okay, maybe he was getting a bit carried away with this crush.

"Captain Rogers, Mr. Stark," A new voice spoke. Nick turned and saw a tall, thin, brunette woman in a S.H.I.E.L.D. uniform. "You're late. The Bartons and the Banners have already arrived. They've been waiting for ten minutes now."

"Glad to see you've still got a stick up your ass, Agent Hill," Tony replied.

"Tony," The woman Nick took to be Agent Hill sighed in a mock affectionate matter, "I would say it's good to see you, but you're still a narcissistic bastard." Tony and Steve started following Agent Hill up a flight of stairs, and Stella and Nick fell into step behind them.

"What's her problem?" Nick heard his dad ask Tony, "Did you sleep with her, or something?" Tony was silent. "Oh my god, Tony," Steve gaped, "you nailed Maria Hill?"

"Possibly," Tony murmured.

"Tony," Steve scolded.

"What? It was before Stella, and before I got married, so it was perfectly legal."

"You slept with her, and then you left her. That's wrong, Tony."

"Why? I've done it to tons of girls."

"Doesn't make it okay."

"How I've missed your self-righteousness, Capsicle."

Agent Hill led them into what appeared to be some sort of waiting room, with comfy chairs and padded benches set up throughout. Inside were people Nick recognized from pictures in his house, but was still amazed to see in person. He almost ran up and asked the Black Widow to sign his forehead, but Agent Hill put a hand on both his and Stella's shoulders.

"Tony, Steve, you can wait here. Stella, Nick, follow me," She instructed. She didn't look like a woman to cross, so they obeyed her. Tony and Steve immediately went to get re-acquainted with their fellow Avengers, and Nick and Stella let Agent Hill lead them to what appeared to be a conference room. In the center was a long, shiny black table, flanked by spinny leather chairs. Two teens were already seated. One wore skinny jeans and a tight red V-neck. She had olive skin, blue eyes, and long, brown hair twisted up in a perfect ballerina bun. She was drawing on the table with what appeared to be frost, coming right out of her fingertips. The other was a boy, who looked to be younger than the girl. He had short-cropped brown hair, brown eyes, and had a combat bow slung over his shoulder.

"Stella!" The boy called.

"Chase," She replied, and went to sit next to him. Nick felt something deflate within him. She has a boyfriend, he thought desolately, as he took his seat next to the girl with the ballerina bun. Just then, a man in a black trenchcoat with an eyepatch stepped into the room.

"Welcome," He said, "to the Avengers Jr. Initiative."

"I reject that," Stella spoke up, "it's not an initiative if you've already done it. The word 'initiative' implies you're starting something, when really, this is pretty much just a movie sequel."

"Thank you for your input, Ms. Stark," He replied, not at all shaken. "I am Director Nick Fury, and I will be training you, with the help of Agents Coulson and Hill. With our help, you will outshine your parents' legacy. The Avengers were unprepared and hastily thrown together when we were desperate. You will be better, because when the time comes that you are needed, you will be trained, prepared, and acquainted with each other. Why don't we introduce ourselves?"

"What, like play the name game?" Stella's boyfriend, Chase, scoffed.

"No, Mr. Barton, like tell your future teammates what your name is, because someday soon they will be your only chance of survival, and you might want to at least know their names," Fury hissed.

"Oh, okay," Chase replied, without faltering or showing any sign of intimidation, "just clarifying. I'm Chase."

"Tell them a bit about your abilities," Agent Coulson prompted.

"Right," Chase said. He gestured to his bow. "I'm, uh, I'm pretty good at killing people." Then he looked at Stella, and she took her cue.

"I'm Stella," She announced, "and I've got a pretty cool metal outfit that allows me to fly and blast people with bolts of energy. Chase and I both are also experts at various forms of martial arts, and I'm not bad with a gun." Then she looked to Nick, and raised her eyebrows expectantly.

"I'm Nick," He said, "and I, uh, I guess I'm a super-soldier. So, I've just got enhanced, um, stuff."

"I'm Bellona," The girl beside Nick, Bellona, told them, "and I have this serum that allows me to control fire, water, wind, earth, ice, and electricity."

"Well, now that we're all acquainted, we want to see what you can do." Nick Fury drew aside a black curtain, revealing a glass window that exposed a completely empty room, with padded walls and a padded floor. "This is a simulation chamber. It's used to simulate combat situations and computerized enemies. That way, you can train in what appears to be an entirely real scenario, with no long-term consequences if you fail. Stella, Chase, I've heard you're familiar with these?"

"Dad runs them for us when we're bored," Stella replied, "can we give it a go?"

"We'll let Nick and Bellona try first," Fury said. Nick straightened up immediately, shaking his head, but Fury kept talking. "Don't worry, the simulated people are made of pixels and can't hurt you. Permanently. Any injuries acquired in the simulator will heal as soon as it's shut off. The idea of this simulation is to see what you can do if you're caught off guard. Bellona and Nick, you'll each be allowed a weapon. Chase and Stella, you'll have to handle this one empty-handed."

"I don't need a weapon," Bellona pointed out, wiggling her fingers. Tiny flames ignited from her fingertips.

"Fair point," Fury admitted. "Nick, any particular weapon you'd like?"

"Um," He stammered, "I've, um, I've never used a weapon."

"Here," Agent Hill offered, opening a closet and pulling something out, "use this." She handed him a large, round piece of metal with a handle on the back, and he slipped his hand through. Immediately, something clicked. The shield felt comfortable and light, and even without the slightest clue of how to use it, he felt like he could stop a zombie apocalypse. This was his weapon. Well, technically it was his dad's, first, but this was a different shield. And this one was his.

"I like it," He said. Agent Hill smiled.

"Alright then," Fury cut in, "get in there." He opened the door to the simulation chamber and ushered Nick and Bellona inside. At first, nothing happened. Then the lights flickered, there was a blast of white, and their surroundings changed.

Nick and Bellona were alone in an empty lot. Walls surrounded them, and beyond those were broken buildings. Glass from smashed windows littered the ground, and the sky was black with smoke from the still burning structures.

"Be ready," Bellona instructed, "this is creepy." Nick raised his shield into what he hoped was an acceptable ready-position in response, and stood back to back with Bellona. As if on cue, three men dressed all in black leaped over the walls. Two rushed at Bellona, the other at Nick. Bellona immediately lit hers on fire, while Nick stood stock-still, completely clueless. More were jumping the walls and advancing as he stood there. "Do something!" Bellone shouted, as she launched vines at three new enemies.

Without thinking, Nick charged at the first opponent. He aimed a kick at the guy's head, and his adversary grabbed his leg in midair. Then he went to flip Nick over his shoulder, but Nick was ready for that. He was a gymnast. Flips were the one thing he could do. He treated it like a partner routine. This guy was simply launching him. So when Nick's opponent yanked his leg and sent him flipping over his shoulder, Nick turned it into a double layout, and managed to nail the guy in the head as he did it. He landed behind his combatant, and while he was still rubbing his head where Nick had kicked him, Nick smashed his shield over the guy's head. He crumpled to the ground, and Nick was meant with at least fifteen more. Behind him, Bellona was waging icy war on her opponents, and they were dropping like flies. Nick turned back to face his adversaries, took a deep breath, and went in.

It was probably only adrenaline and dumb luck that kept Nick alive. Oh, and the fact that all the villains were computerized and made of pixels. At first, he was just swirling in circles with his shield outstretched, hoping to hit as many bad guys as he could. But then one aimed a kick at him, and without thinking, he tucked under his shield and did a somersault out of the way. Not his flashiest trick, but hey, it worked. And it got him thinking. This was just like the bull dance routine, he just had to dance Annamarie's part. Every time they charged at him, he flipped out of the way. He turned side aerials, taking out two with his legs as he flew. He charged at another guy, and, using him as a vaulting table, grabbed onto his shoulders and flipped right over him, knocking him in the back with his legs as he landed. Two more were waiting for him, and he took out one with his elbow and another with his shield. Bellona was on fire (literally) behind him, and combined, he thought the two of them were doing pretty well. He whirled around to check on her, and saw a computerized foe approaching her from behind with a gun while she blasted water at her adversaries.

"Bellona, look out!" He cried, hurling his shield. She ducked just in time, and it hit the bad guy in the stomach. He fell to the ground, and Bellona dropped a rock on his head that came right of her palm. Nick turned back around, expecting to be met with more men in black, but saw none. Bellona lit the last of hers on fire.

"Well," She panted, "I guess that's it." The scene around them flickered, then reverted back to the empty simulation chamber. Nick Fury opened the door from the outside, and he and Bellona traipsed out.

"For your first try, that wasn't bad," He told them, as they took their seats beside Chase and Stella, "it only took you three minutes and seventeen point four seconds." Chase and Stella very poorly hid laughter behind their hands.

"Director Fury, can we show them how it's done?" Stella requested.

"If by that you mean run a simulation, be my guest," Fury replied. Stella and Chase headed inside the simulation chamber, and Nick and Bellona moved to the glass window to watch. The lights flashed, and Stella and Chase were transported to the same scene Bellona and Nick had entered. They adopted fighting stances immediately, and as soon as the first enemies jumped the walls, they flew into action.

Chase was good, but Nick's eyes were glued to Stella. She threw a punch at an enemy, he caught her arm, and she just used it as leverage to swing herself onto his shoulders and snap his neck. She allowed herself to be wrapped in a choke hold by another, before smashing her head back against his and knocking him to the ground. She flipped two over her shoulder at once, one in each hand. Nick was struggling to keep from gaping while he watched her. She was magnificent.

"Impressed, Mr. Rogers?" Coulson asked, smirking. Oh. So maybe he was gaping.

"Um, yeah," Nick stammered, "she's-I mean, they're, um, good at this."

"They were trained by the best," Coulson replied.

"Chuck Norris trained Stella and Chase?" Bellona asked incredulously. Coulson laughed.

"No. But close. Clint and Natasha," He answered. "Otherwise known as Hawkeye and the Black Widow."

"Well, that's unfair," Bellona muttered. Nick almost pointed out that her dad was the Hulk, but then realized that his dad was Captain America, so he didn't have much leverage. Suddenly, the simulation flickered, and Stella and Chase were back in the simulation chamber. "They're done already?" Bellona gasped. Stella and Chase came out of the chamber, laughing and giving each other high-fives and first-bumps.

"One minute and thirty seconds, exactly," Chase bragged.

"So close to beating our record!" Stella commented, as she and Chase took their seats again.

"Impressive," Fury admitted, "but there are still some things S.H.I.E.L.D. can teach you. Now, we're going to…" The rest of the day was spent in the simulation chamber, but without a simulation running. They just needed the padded floor so they could learn to flip each other over their shoulders. Coulson taught him and Bellona the basics to hand-to-hand combat, while Stella and Chase sparred under Agent Hill's supervision. Nick felt really stupid, standing there learning about the importance of having a center of balance while Chase and Stella had already moved on to the the ass-kicking part.

But Coulson was a fast teacher, and Bellona and Nick were fast learners. By the end of the day, they were sparring, too, although admittedly a lot less impressively than Chase and Stella. Coulson seemed impressed by Nick's flips and tricks, but everytime he thought he was going to win one, Bellona knocked him over with a gust of wind or made him slip on the newly icy ground.

"Break 'em!" Coulson encouraged, as Nick struggled within the bonds of Bellona's vines. "You've got super-strength, use it!" So, Nick concentrated all his energy on pushing outward, and SNAP!, the vines broke. "That's it! Now would be the time that you would use your strength to thrash her against the ground and kill her, but we're not going to do that, because rule number one is 'don't kill your teammates'." By the end of the day, Nick had learned twenty different ways to flip someone over his shoulder, Bellona had only lit Coulson on fire twice, and no one had killed any of their teammates. Fury, Coulson, and Agent Hill ushered them back into the waiting room, where their parents were seated on the benches, deep in conversation.

"...no, I'm telling you, Pizza Rolls are the greatest shit out there," Tony was saying, "they're like sex, only Steve has them sometimes."

"Tony, I have a son," Steve deadpanned.

"They're like sex, only Steve has them more than once," Tony corrected.

"Nick is my second kid!" Steve exclaimed.

"Wait, what?" Natasha cut in.

"Well, I mean, technically the first one came out dead. But it was in there! It was in a woman's stomach and I put it there! So that time a supervillain tried to use me as a virgin sacrifice to whatever weird god it was worshipping? Not gonna happen again," Steve claimed proudly.

"Yeah, Steve, I don't think there was ever really a risk of that happening more than once," Clint pointed out.

"They're like sex, only people don't get really shocked when they find out Steve has had them," Tony said.

"Ahem," Fury cut in, "I'm sure this is a very stimulating conversation about Pizza Rolls and Steve's sex life, but it's time for you to take care of your children." Steve looked up at Nick, eyes wide.

"You didn't hear any of that, did you?" He asked. Nick nodded.

"That was more information about your sex life than I ever wanted to know. So basically it was any information about your sex life," He replied. Just then, Stella tapped him on the shoulder.

"Hey! I, um, saw all those flips and stuff you were doing. Do you dance?" She asked. His face burned.

"No! I mean, um, not that there's anything wrong with male dancers. That's totally cool. I'm just, uh, not a male dancer," He stammered. Stella raised her eyebrows. "I do gymnastics," He said, "which is kinda like dancing, but not, and I should shut up now." She giggled, and he was a bit taken aback, because he didn't know the girl he'd just watched snap a simulated neck even could giggle.

"Well, I've been choreographing this acro-jazz piece, but I need a partner. A male partner. You should come over sometime, I could teach it to you," She suggested. Nick's jaw dropped, and he struggled to regain composure.

"Yeah, sure! That sounds awesome! I'll just, uh, call you! Or you can call me. Or not. You don't have to do anything. Oh my god…" His face turned redder than Natasha's hair, and Stella laughed again.

"I'll call you. What's your number?" She asked, pulling out her phone.

"It's, uh, it's…," Nick trailed off, realizing then he didn't know his number off the top of his head. "Dad," He said, cringing, "what's my number?"

"Number?" His dad asked, "What are you talking about? You don't even play football anymore."

"Not my jersey number, my phone number!" Nick cried. He could hear Stella laughing. "Oh, wait, I have my phone with me. That was stupid. Sorry." He laughed nervously as he pulled out his phone and read his number off to her.

"Thanks," She said, still smiling, "I'll call you."

"Stella!" Tony called, "Let's go!" She flashed him an apologetic smile.

"Sorry," She said, "it's like he can sense when I'm talking to a boy that isn't him or Chase. Gotta go." She waved, before walking off to stand with her dad, and Nick realized he was still holding the shield. He turned to Agent Hill.

"Uh, where should I put this?" He asked.

"You can keep it," She replied, "I'm sure your dad could give you a few pointers." Just then, he felt his dad put a hand on his shoulder.

"So, you like the shield, huh?" He asked.

"He's a chip off the old ice block, Steve," Tony cut in. "Get it? Ice block?" Steve gave him a totally unamused look.

"Tony, you're a terrible person," He said.

"Keeps me up at night," Tony replied. "Anyway, we have to go. I just broke up with JARVIS after a very committed eleven-year relationship and he's not taking it well."

"Bye, Nick," Stella said, and gave him what he thought might have possibly been a flirty wave. He couldn't breathe. He tried to reply, but all that came out was a weird squeaking noise. Tony grabbed Stella by the shoulders, glaring at Nick, and yanked her away before the two could converse any more.

Nick couldn't clear Stella Stark from his head for almost the entire car ride back home. He didn't even notice when his dad blew two red lights and almost flattened a cyclist. He couldn't think about anything but her shiny brown hair, her sparkling brown eyes, or the way she smiled at him and his insides turned to mashed potatoes. And she'd invited him over! Not officially, of course, but she'd mentioned possibly inviting him over. She had his number. That was progress. It wasn't until they were pulling into their parking garage that Nick could think about anything else, and he remembered an important question he had for his dad.

"Were you really used as a virgin sacrifice?"

"I am not telling you that story."