Kia Thordortir and her adopted cousin Fenrir Lokison instantly found each other when the battle was over. Kia collapsed with her arms around Fen's neck, the two of the falling to the ground in a heap. Chitauri scattered the ground around them but neither noticed. They had seen battles before, watched from the sidelines but every time had been separated by an arrow or a spear. After, when their father's had dispatched the frost giants or elves, they would bolt across the battle field, knowing where the other was without thinking and embrace, not a word being said.

Suddenly, without warning, Fen stood, his head whipping round to look at the Son of Stark's home. 'Father. They do not know his mind has been overtaken. They will believe he was at fault for all this.'

Kia nodded, disentangling herself from her cousin. 'You retrieve Sophie and Elizabeth, I will collect the Son of Stark and the young Banner. We cannot protect your father from theirs without help.'

He nodded, leaping into the air and flying off. She spun Ikkesett in her hand, sending herself skywards and above the buildings. She spotted Howie and James from a distance and flew down to see them. When she landed, James turned, fists clenched and eyes green but no sign of the Beast on his skin.

'You believe you could fight without the help of your other self.'

James turned, facing Howie and scowling. His eyes dimmed to their normal brown. 'I would've changed', he muttered, helping Howie to his feet and letting the other boy lean against him. Part of Howie's armour was missing, his leg was wrapped in James's ripped shirt and an arrow was discarded on the floor.

Kia held out a hand. 'My uncle is in trouble. He had no control over his actions and is about to be blamed for them. I need your help to stop our parents from killing him.'

James nodded, taking her hand and holding Howie closer. Kia raised her spear, getting the winds to pick her and her companions up. She could sense her cousin across the city, and timed her flight so she would enter Stark Tower at the same time as him. A minute before reaching their destination, the two Aesir we're flying side by side, the human girls riding on Fen's back. James' grip tightened around his friend, a strange brotherly look of protection in his eyes.

They crashed into the room, flying over their parents heads and forming a barrier between them and Loki. Fen stood directly in front of his father, his teeth clamped over the arrow Clint Barton had notched. Sophie and James stood together, the boy slightly a head of the girl, both with fist's clenched and eyes glaring at their parents. Eyes that, in one case, were slowly changing colour. Lizzie had a sword pointed in Tony Stark's direction while Howie pointed one charged hand at Steve Rogers. Kia nodded at her father before turning to her uncle.

Loki's eyes were wide, staring around at the children he had kidnapped, protecting him. His eyes were scared, obviously expecting to be harmed for his actions. But, most importantly, his eyes were green.

Kia smiled, pulling her uncle into a hug. He winced but smiled, the pain from his wounds not enough to stop him hugging her back. 'I am so sorry.' He whispered.

'I am simply glad you are okay.' She replied. He pulled away slightly, turning to face his son.

'Fen, I am so...' He didn't have time to finish, as there was a 6ft wolf on his chest, licking his face.

'What's going on?' Romanoff said, looking from person to person. Her eyes remained on her daughter a few moments longer than the others.

Sophie smiled back. 'Loki was having his mind control, mum. He was no more responsible for his actions than dad was.'

Barton's head turned, first to his daughter, then back to Loki. The God of Mischief was sat up, leaning against his son, his niece sat next to them. The Jötunn seemed unable to sit up on his own. Almost nervously, Thor stepped forward to join them. All three looked up and smiled, silently inviting him to join them. Without a word, James was in his father's arms, looking bigger and bigger as the Hulk shrunk down to Bruce Banner. With one look at her new friend, Sophie was also gone, sandwiched between the two agents, her mother whispering russian while her father merely held the two of them. Lizzie helped Howie hobble over to his father, who immediately sat his son down, looking at his leg wound. The army child, smiling sheepishly, turned to her grandfather who merely smirked, shaking his head.

All was as normal as it good be.

12 Hours Later

Neither woke the other, just found themselves meeting outside of the room, backpacks hastily packed with the clothes they had stolen from their new friends. The elder had also filled another bag with food while the younger had taken a first aid kit from one of the back rooms. They were both wearing baggy trousers and hooded jumpers, hoping to keep their identities hidden.

'Where to?' Said the younger. 'We can't really get on a plane.'

'Brazil.' Replied the elder. 'I lived there before you were born, it should be okay.'

James nodded to his father, tightening the straps on his bag. They were leaving as while the others were sleeping so no one would notice them going.

'What exactly are you planning?'

The two Banners turned, green flashing in the younger's eyes. His father glanced at him, eyes filled with guilt. James had sat Bruce down and explained things but his father still hadn't quite gotten over it. He felt that his son was suffering because of him and would probably try to get his son to get angry so he could talk to the Other Guy.

Loki sat on one of the undamaged sofas, watching them keening. Most of his wounds had been patched up by Bruce earlier, so he had no reason to fear them but James had seen him tense up when the boy's eyes change.

We fight? Came the voice in his head.

No. Was his indignant reply as his eyes faded. 'We're leaving. Are you going to try and stop us?'

'No.' The Asgardian said, sinking further into the furniture. 'I have only just regained the use of my limbs. I will not risk losing them completely.'

Bruce chuckled. 'Then why are you here? Why risk it?'

Loki smirked. 'It is well known in my realm that those who have been possessed will suffer nightmares for it. I do not want my brother or our children worrying.'

James nodded. 'Are you going to tell them where we've gone?'

Loki nodded. 'Of course. I have a feeling Miss Barton would not allow me to live if I did not.'

Bruce, glancing at his son, glared, his own eyes beginning to swirl with green. 'You really don't want to do that. These people deserve to be safe.'

'So two huge green protectors would endanger them?' Loki sank further into the sofa but his eyes hardened.

Bruce growled, taking a step forward. James raised a hand to put on his dad's shoulder and Loki clicked his fingers. James fell to the ground as the magic just missed him, knocking his father out. James, lying on the floor, glanced at his dad, eyes widening at Bruce's unconscious form. Loki walked over, lifting the man up and putting him on another sofa.

'My apologies.' He said, before turning to face the younger Banner. 'I simply wished to talk to you privately.'

'Is he okay?' James said, moving to sit next to his father. He had never seen Bruce sleep so peacefully.

'He is merely sleeping, he will be fine.' Loki sat on the floor opposite the Banners, leaning on his arms. 'Now, how were you going to explain your leaving to the young Stark and Miss Barton?'

James scowled. 'I'm not going to be there, I won't have to explain.'

Loki chuckled. 'No note, no correspondence what-so-ever? Your new friends both have ways of reaching you. Do not think they will not try to find you.'

The 11-year-old sighed. 'If they were smart, they would avoid me like the plague. I'll kill them, if I'm not careful.'

Loki laughed, actually laughed. James looked around, to the corridors that would lead to the bedrooms. The others couldn't wake up. If Sophie woke up, he didn't think he'd be able to leave. The God of Mischief finally stopped laughing, but continued to smirk. 'Do you honestly believe that? You saved both their lives during the battle. Your father saved the older Stark and saved me from possession.'

James scowled. 'One act of goodness does not excuse a lifetime of anger.'

Loki raised an eyebrow. 'What imbecile told you that?'

'My grandfather. Before he knew he was my grandfather.'

'Well, he was wrong.' Loki said, standing up and turning around. 'I hope you learn that before they find you. Otherwise, I will look forward to seeing Miss Barton knock some sense into you.'

He kept walking, heading for the bedrooms. As he left the room, he clicked his fingers, closing the door behind him.

'What happened?' James turned at his father's voice. Bruce was opening his eyes- pure brown eyes- and looking up at his son.

'Nothing.' James said, glancing at the door. 'C'mon, let's go.'

1 Week Later

Sophie Barton sat in the Helicarrier, glaring past Howie Stark into the next room. The two of them had been forced into tests to make sure they were safe. Lizzie had been involved until it was realised she had previously existed, just pretended to die. Sophie almost laughed at that.

'How'd you reckon he'd deal with this?' Howie said, standing up to move next to her. He had to lean on his new cane, one he would apparently need for several months. The arrow had gone straight through his muscle and had chipped the bone, leaving him unable to use it.

'Who?' Sophie said, already knowing the answer. They had both fought several times to be allowed to leave and go find him after all.

'James, of course. D'you reckon he'd get...angry.' The implication was obvious.

'I think he would have kept control. He seemed quite good at that.' They both laughed, thinking of the times they had lost control. Howie had used his cane to beat several people over the head when they had told him 'his father was very busy at that time'. Sophie had broken a doctor's arm after he told her 'she couldn't see her parents yet'. They had both reported afterwards it had been the way they had said it, not what they said, that had annoyed them. Like they were talking to five-year-olds.

'We need to go find him.' The young Iron Man said, glaring at the door, through which agents and doctors were discussing them. 'Before they get him. Dr Banner might have SHIELD protection but James doesn't. Anyone who get's him will hurt him.'

Sophie nodded. Her eyes strayed from the door as the voices got quieter and she smirked at him. The voices stopped abruptly and the door opened. The man at the door smiled.

'What took you so long?' Sophie said, walking past her father.

'We had to break him out of the cells.' Tony Stark said, nodding to Loki. The God of Mischief smiled slightly before leading them out of the door. It wasn't until the fifth agent walked past them without a glance that Sophie realised they were invisible.

They walked through the Helicarrier, stepping out of the way of people as quietly as possible. Sophie smiled when she realised they were headed for the hanger. She ran into the plane, watching as Howie helped her dad set up. She and Tony strap themselves in, Loki merely standing as the plane takes off. With a click of the God's fingers, they are visible and people are shooting at them.

'Barton!' The Directors voice came over the speakers, sounding very angry. 'Where the hell are you going?'

'To find Bruce Banner and his son, James.' Clint said, smirking. 'Sir.' He added, as an afterthought.

'His son?' The voice was quiet, shocked. Then another sound, like him shaking himself and he said. 'There are people looking for Dr Banner. You don't need to concern yourself.'

'Actually we do.' Sophie said, defiantly. 'James Banner is my friend, I need to help him. Plus, I know where he is.'

'Miss Barton, I wasn't aware you were let out of examination.'

'We got her out.' Stark said. 'Howie too. Goodbye now.'

The speaker stopped working and Stark chuckled, pressing another button on his phone. Sophie caught his eyes and he smirked, nodding out the window. She turned, her eyes widening at the passing landscape, passing far to quickly for a normal plane. She turned again, catching Loki's eyes this time and he smiled, winking at her.

'Lady and Gentlemen, welcome to Brazil. I do believe the Banners are only a few metres north of here.' Howie said, leaning on his cane as he stood up and walked past her. 'Let's go say hello. Jamie!'

The last word was shouted and answered by a deafening roar. All five of the froze as two huge monsters came running out of the woods towards them. When they showed no sign of stopping, Clint notched an arrow, to distract them if nothing else. They were getting closer and closer. The huge, red monsters.

Sophie's eyes widened. It registered in her mind that they couldn't be the Hulks, just as the real things burst out of the forest, smashing into the other monsters. The two Banners seemed to be well practiced in fighting, swapping opponents fluidly and taking down the red ones quite easily. At one point, the smaller of the red monsters tried to run towards Sophie but the smaller Hulk- James- ran after it, beating it to the ground and knocking it out.

'What the hell are you doing here?!' Sophie eyes flickered towards the source of the shout but her gaze soon left Bruce Banner to focus on his son. Before she knew what was happening she was running forward, wrapping James in a hug as he transformed and knocking him to the ground. He smiled slightly and hugged her back.

'Don't you ever.' She said, pressing her face right next to his. 'Do that again.'

His reply was cut off by a kiss.

2 Weeks Later

Lizzie Rogers sat next to Fenrir, Kia leaning on the wolf's other side. James and Sophie sat next to her, the agent's daughter tucked under the young Hulk's arm. The five of them were watching Howie Stark and his father, both facing the elevator, both looking nervous.

'Ten bucks says he forgets his cane.' Lizzie whispered to James. The boy laughed, nodding.

'You're on. Another fifteen say Tony has to be reminded his son's there.'

Lizzie laughed, turning back to face the show. Thor and Loki wondered into the living room but a look from their children sent them running to where the other parents were hiding. Even the Asgardian children knew it would be funny to see Howie meeting his father's girlfriend. Considering the only people Howie knew were all in the building already, and he met pretty much all of them through fighting against aliens.

Howie looked up, catching Lizzie's eyes and beckoning her over. She looked at the others, hoping he meant someone else. A shove in the back from Sophie pushed her forward to the next room. She turned around to glare at Sophie, who just waved from James's lap.

Lizzie turned, smiling at Howie as he scooted over on the sofa. 'What's wrong?'

Howie glanced at the elevator again, then at his dad, before facing Lizzie. 'You're the only friend I have with a mum- a normal mum, I mean, Sophie's not really got a normal family- so I was just wondering...'

'You want some help?'

He sighed. 'Yes. Well, sort of, I mean, she won't be my mum, not really, but I just wondered, you know, what's a mum like?'

Lizzie started slightly. 'I dunno. All mum's are different. I mean, my grandmum was a mum but she was a different kind of mum to my mum. Did that make any sense?'

'No.'

They both laughed. 'Well, I can tell you about my mum. She always reminded me of flying, of freedom. She used to take me up in her plane-she was an army pilot- and let me fly. She would say I could do anything as long as no one caught me. She installed a window in the roof so I could go outside at night and look at the stars.'

Howie wrapped an arm around her shoulders, wiping at her face softly. She wiped at her eyes, not even knowing she was crying, and leaned into his shoulder. She looked up at him. 'What's your dad like?'

He looked down. 'Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist. Why?'

'Cause my dad was the opposite of my mum. A stick in the mud when it came to rules and much preferred to keep his feet on the ground. He took me camping once a month, no matter what the weather.'

'So you're saying Pepper's gonna be the complete opposite of my dad?'

The both looked up as the elevator made a noise. Someone was coming up. 'Not the complete opposite, otherwise she and your dad wouldn't work as a couple.' Lizzie unwrapped herself from his arm, leaned over, kissed his cheek, then stood to leave. 'Just talk to her, okay.'

She left, trying not to laugh as his hand drifted to his cheek, a look of pure shock on his face. Lizzie sat down next to James, who nudged her. 'What was that about?'

'He was scared about having a mum and none of you have a normal mum.'

Sophie hit her arm. 'I have a mum.'

'I said normal mum.'

Another hit, this one making her arm go numb. Lizzie rubbed her arm as hate elevator opened, Pepper Potts stepping out. Tony rushed across the room, pulling his girlfriend into a kiss. Howie watched for a few minutes, glancing around awkwardly and glaring at James as the younger boy laughed.

'Dad!'

Tony turned, his hands still wrapped in Pepper's hair. His eyes widened slightly and he nodded, removing his hands and taking Pepper's hand. 'Pepper, this is my son, Howard Stark II.'

Howie smiled, pushing off the sofa. A second later his face fell and so did he, hitting his face on the ground. Lizzie handed fifteen dollars over to James who passed ten back. Lizzie smiled at Howie and stepped forward to help him up. He nodded as He got his cane, limping over to his father and new mother. Lizzie smiled at Pepper and returned to her other friends.

'Well.' She said, sitting down next to Fen and James. 'This'll be boring.'

'Bit awkward.' Sophie agreed.

'We would be merely watching the young Stark's floundering.' Kia added.

'And most of us would behave in the same way.' Fen smiled, his tongue lolling out.

There was a pause. 'Wanna go smash stuff.' James said.

'Yes.' Was the reply from four different places.

1 Month Later

Howard Stark II looked himself in the mirror, checking his tie was straight and his suit free of creases. The media had allowed him and his father almost two months to get the building fixed and to rest but now they were demanding photos, stories and interviews. His father had agreed to one interview with every news reporter in the city who wanted to ask questions. It would probably last a few hours, due to it being the only interview the Stark's were giving and the first one Howie had ever given. They would also be representing all the other avengers and be answering questions on the battle. It would not be fun.

Howie's hand drifted to his pocket, where the chain from Lizzie rested. His girlfriend had gone out and bought a chain for each of the young heroes, each with six little plastic charms on it. There was a snowflake, a spear, a plane, a bow, a sword and, to represent Howie, a miniature arc reactor. He stroked the sword, scowling when it cut his finger. Sucking on the wound, he turned to face the door. His father was standing there, eyebrows raised.

'Ready?' Tony said, smirking.

Howie smirked back. 'Let's make them feel like idiots.'

Tony frowned, disappointed. 'Howie, they're journalists. They already feel like idiots.'

The Starks laughed, leaving the room together, Tony supporting his son slightly as he leaned on his cane. They swaggered, as was their way, into the interview room, Tony waving at the reporters and Howie winking at the camera.

They sat down, leaning back in the chairs as if they were free from troubles. Tony did this out of habit while Howie copied his father. 'Any questions?'

The response was instantaneous. People spoke over each other, yelling out questions about every single thing they could think of. Howie's eyes widened slightly and he shifted closer to his dad, trying to get some comfort. Under the table, Tony squeezed his son's hand. Raising a hand to stop the talking, then pointing to one reporter to allow them to speak, Tony wrapped his arm around Howie's shoulders.

'Emily Williams, USA Today. Why have you kept your son secret for so long?'

Tony smirked. 'Well, look at him. Who'd wanna see that?' The journalists laughed as the younger Stark mock-punched the older. 'No, I didn't want everything going to his head. Also, I was worried someone would hurt him. Next question.'

'Mark Thompson, New York Times. Is it true Bruce Banner and his son are staying in Manhattan? And are they dangerous?'

Howie laughed. 'Only when you take their food. They're two of the nicest people I've ever met and I won't hear against James or his dad.'

Thompson frowned. 'So it wasn't James.' He said the name with disgust. 'Who hurt you? Who broke your leg?'

'No.' Tony cut in, seeing his son begin to get angry. 'That was someone who's actions were being controlled.'

'You mean Loki?' Another journalist cut in. 'Sally Phillips, Daily News. We've heard he's still in Manhattan. What's going to happen to him?'

'Nothing.' Howie said, simply. The journalist began to mutter, all looking confused. 'His actions were being controlled as well, we don't know who by.'

Williams' eyebrows furrowed. 'So what are you going to do? I thought you were supposed to be protecting this city.'

'There currently isn't a threat so we are in peace-time. No point setting up loads of defences if there's nothing attacking.'

Howie tuned out as his father began an argument with the journalists, shouting about defences and soldiers and all kinds of things. Feeling a vibration in his pocket, he pulled out his phone, smirking at the picture Lizzie had sent him. He knew James was trying to learn self-defence, in case he couldn't transform but the picture of Sophie, laughing her head off, sat on top of her unconscious boyfriend, showed how well it had gone. Smiling to himself, Howie placed the phone on his lap and looked up at the shouting journalists and his scowling father.

'Shut up!' He shouted over the noise, shocking the rest into silence. 'Are there any more questions or can I go home? I'm missing seeing my best friend having his butt kicked by his girlfriend.'

Tony's lips twitched as none of the reporters said anything. Howie raised an eyebrow and Phillips tentatively raised a hand. 'Your father is part of the Avenger's, Mr Stark. What does that make you and your friends?'

Howie smiled. 'We're still heroes, Miss Phillips.' He glanced at her phone, showing texts from James begging for help. 'Just a bit smaller.'

The End

A/N: That's the end of this story, hope you liked it. I may do a set on one-shots about the little heroes but I need a few ideas :) Could be post-, pre- or during the movie. Could be all six, just two or just one. Can involve parents or other Avenger characters. Please give me ideas :)