AN: thanks to everyone who's reviewed, favorited, or followed! Or just read the story! I really appreciate it. And I'm not just saying that, seriously. Anyway, I don't own the Avengers. Though one day I think I just might… as soon as I build a machine that makes them real, enslave them, and use my army of Chitauri to take over the world. As soon as that happens, I'll own the Avengers. Until then, not mine.

~Jean Rogers~

That afternoon, while the rest of the future Avengers were eating shawarma and joking around and watching cartoons, I wandered away. I had made them wait on the way back to Avengers tower so I could buy art supplies. The work on the anomaly detector was slow, so I figured I should find something to do until we got home.

I carried a roll of canvas paper up to the roof. It was a sunny day out, and the view was amazing. I was all alone up there, so I could work on my surprise in peace.

I planned to have the new painting done soon-I wanted to give it to the past Avengers when we left, so they would remember us (it's not like we're easy to forget, but you know what I mean).

I put my borrowed earbuds in, and hummed along to Fall Out Boy and Imagine Dragons as I painted.

As always, my hands started to move independently of my mind, moving and twisting the paint brush around the paper without consulting my brain. I spaced out and just let the paint find its own way on the large canvas.

"Jean?" I jumped, but managed not to mess up the part of the painting I was working on. I glanced down and saw rainbow paint splats all down my jeans. They actually looked better this way. "Sorry! Didn't mean to startle you!"

It was Dad, looking embarrassed.

I dropped my brush into the water and stood up, wiping my paint-covered hands on my pants. Hey, they were already ruined. "It's fine. I just spaced out. What's up?"

He had a determined glint in his eyes that almost unnerved me-this was something important.

"I wanted to ask you a few things about the future."

I nodded slowly. I wasn't sure how much of the future we could tell without screwing up the universe, but I would answer as much as I could.

"Go ahead. But we have to go inside-this painting is going to be a surprise." He nodded, and followed me downstairs to the living room. I collapsed on a couch, and he sat perfectly straight.

"Okay, first, If I'm your dad, then who's your mom?"

"I don't think I should tell you that." I said. "She told me once that she knew right away when she saw you that you were perfect for her and there was no chance she was going to let you go, so I don't think you have to worry about which person to talk to on which day or anything like that."

He nodded, relaxing a little. "Okay, next; do you have a boyfriend? Max mentioned someone named Paul?"
"Um, no. Paul is just a friend."

"Are your friends nice?"
"You like them. I mean, future you does."

"What are your hobbies? I mean, other then art."

"I box. You taught me when I was a kid. And I'm a camp counselor summers, when I'm not busy off being a superhero. Technically I should still be in high school, but I took two years in one Freshman year, so I graduated early."

He nodded, and we sank into a kind of uncomfortable silence. He had kind of run out of questions, and I didn't have anything to say.

Thank god for stupidity. Seriously, when you put Marina Stark and Thomas Maximoff in a room together, someone's going to get hurt.

There was a sound from the other room like a cannon shot, and an explosion of wood and glass. Dad and I pulled our shields off our backs and held them in front of us protectively at the exact same moment, deflecting shards of metal and glass.

When the dust cleared, we saw what had happened.

The wall of the living room was destroyed, sending rubble across the floor. The hole showed two more walls beyond that totally smashed, and the same damage to all the attached rooms.

Laying on the closest pile of rubble, groaning in pain, was Thomas. Standing on the far side of the destruction was a guilty-looking Marina.

"Thomas!" I gasped, crouching down next to him and checking his pulse. I spend summers as a camp counselor, and we all had to take a first aid course. He was alive, and he turned his head to give me an apologetic grin. But his eyes weren't totally focused.

Marina scrambled towards us, and other Avengers were crowding around, having come running from other parts of the tower. Wanda kneeled on Thomas's other side. I glanced at Marina, who stood by his feet staring at her shoes.

"Okay, what the hell happened?" Tony asked.

"I kind of dared him to try and make a sonic boom by running around the room a bunch of times real real fast, but then he couldn't stop and he broke through the walls… is he gonna be okay?"

I glared at her. "He just hit three concrete and steel walls at the speed of sound. Do you think he's okay?"

"I see birdies…" Thomas giggled, illustrating my point.

"We have to take him to the hospital." Wanda said, looking kind of panicky. I think Thomas reminded her of her deceased brother, Pietro. I had seen a picture of Pietro once, and Thomas looked a lot like him.

"No, he'll be fine." Max sighed. Lily nodded to agree with us. The past Avengers gave us looks like, have you seen the kid?

Marina explained. "He has a super-fast metabolism, which means he also heals faster then normal people. Like, not fast enough to save him if he got shot, but fast enough that a few broken bones and bruises will heal on their own about three times as fast as they would for a normal person. Give him a week or so, he'll be back on his feet."

"Max, will you-" I started to ask, but Max was already on it. He carefully picked up Thomas as easily as if he weighed nothing, and carried him towards the stairs and his bedroom. I turned towards the destroyed walls and piles of rubble.

"I guess we'd better start cleaning this up." Marina said, reading my thoughts.

"Pepper is gonna be so mad when she gets home from work…." Tony mumbled. "I mean, look what you kids did to my beautiful tower! It was my baby, and you killed it!"

"It's just a few walls," Marina tried to protest.

"It is not a few walls! You, young lady, are cleaning all this up!"

"You did not just call me young lady."

"You bet I did! Now go get a broom!"

"Make me!"
"Maybe I will!"

"You couldn't if you tried!"

"That's what you think!"

"And I'm right, too!"

"Bite me!"

"That is it!" Tony bellowed. The rest of us had been looking back and forth between the two shouting Starks like we were watching a ping-pong match. When they were mad, the two Stark looked very similar-flashing eyes, same stance, dark hair wild. "Go to your room!"

"You aren't the boss of me! I haven't even been born yet!"

"Don't make me get my suit!"

"As if! All you stupid future Avengers think you're better just because you're older! We've done just as much as you! Maybe more!" I was shocked. Marina had just crossed a line, and now everyone but me was arguing.

"-no idea what we've-"

"-already, and we're only teenagers-"

"-yeah you did! You said-"

"-you can't just-"

"-how dare you assume-"

I plugged my fingers in my ears, wishing this stupidity would stop. I counted to ten, trying to keep calm. But I hate arguments. "Shut up! Just shut up!" I screamed. Everyone gave me a glare and went back to arguing.

I spun around and rushed out. I couldn't listen to any more shouting. I wanted to go back to my painting on the roof, and ignore all of this.

I reached the roof and turned my music back on.

The Avengers were falling apart after only a few days. Thomas was injured, Marina and Tony were furious with each other, the rest of the Avengers were fighting, and we were no closer to getting home then we had been yesterday.

It was impossible to work on my painting with the shouting going on below.

Normally, in our time, I would call my god father when the Avengers started fighting. Sam-I mean Falcon-always knew how to shut them up. Sometimes Fury or Maria Hill and sometimes even Coulson would help. But in this time I didn't know what to do, especially since at this time the Avengers still thought Coulson was dead.

The shouting became louder downstairs. I couldn't listen to any more of this.

"JARVIS? You there?" I called hopefully. The robotic-sounding AI answered right away.

"Yes, Miss Rogers."

"The Avengers who are fighting are all still in the living room, right?"

"They are according to my security feeds, Miss Rogers."

"Then turn on the sprinklers in the living room, please."

"Miss Rogers, are you sure that-"

"Yes. This has worked before."

"Then I will turn them on, Miss Rogers." I rushed to the top of the stairs and yanked the door open, peering down into the living room. I got there just in time to see the sprinklers turn on and totally soak the arguing Avengers.

They all screamed or yelped a little, and stumbled, but the splash in the face had the desired effect. They stopped shouting at each other.

"Now will you listen?" I called to them as JARVIS turned the sprinklers off again. They all turned to me. "You can't fight like this! You're supposed to be earth's mightiest heroes, remember? You should be working together to help people, not turning on each other whenever one of you messed up!"

They glared at each other, then all turned and wandered away in opposite directions. My pep talk had not done what I had hoped. They were all still mad.

I sighed and closed the door to the roof. I turned my music on and even louder so I couldn't hear anything else, and got back to work on my painting. Hopefully this would work itself out.

~Max Banner~

I heard the fighting downstairs suddenly stop. I would've gone down to help when I heard the shouting start, but I didn't want to leave Thomas on his own until he woke up. I sat by his bed uncomfortably, wondering what all that shouting could've been about.

Suddenly Thomas's eyes flickered open. "Max? What-"

"Relax." I assured him. "You really knocked your head with that sonic boom stunt. That was pretty stupid, by the way."

"Yeah." He said, grinning cheekily. "It really was."

I sighed and stood up. I pointed to his phone on the nightstand. "Text one of us if you need anything, there's something else I have to check on." Thomas nodded and closed his eyes, clearly wanting sleep. I left him on his own and went downstairs.

The living room was soaking wet. Which was weird.

And nobody was there. Which was also weird. And music was blasting from the roof. Which seemed just as weird.

I sighed again. I would have to sort this out. The only person that was easy to find was Tony, who would be in his lab, probably with Dad. I turned around the corner and down a flight of steps, and went into the lab.

Tony was leaning over his one of his work tables, welding something to something else. Dad was standing on the other side of the table, pretending to work on something on his tablet, but I knew he wasn't really. He kept glancing up at Tony, talking quietly. Tony was ignoring him.

"Hey, guys." I called. Dad glanced up, but Tony ignored me, too. "What happened? I heard shouts."

"Everyone lost their temper." Dad said cryptically.

Okay…. In this situation, there was only one thing to do: WWFD? What Would Fury Do never fails. And if Fury was in my shoes, he would probably shock Tony back to reality, probably by…. Wow this plan was evil. But it would work.

"Tony?" I asked. He grunted. "I just thought you should know that Marina and I slept together."

Tony let out a scream and dropped whatever he was working on on his foot, resulting in lots of swear words. He grabbed his foot and jumped a little, looking like as soon as he was done being in pain he would punch me. Dad had dropped his tablet, and was now just staring at me.

I couldn't help it. I mean, it was pretty funny; I cracked up. "Sorry, Tony. But you needed a jump start."

"You mean you didn't-you were just-thank god." Dad said, sagging against the table. "You're lucky the other guy didn't make an appearance at that one, Max."

"Sorry." I said. Tony had collapsed into his chair and was now struggling to breath.

"You are evil, kid." He spluttered. I nodded.

"So I've been told. Anyway, what happened earlier? I heard shouting."

"Everyone blew up." Tony said, shrugging. "My daughter and I had a disagreement and it escalated. They'll cool down and admit I was right."

I raised an eyebrow. "Cute. You think Marina will ever back down. That's adorable."

He snorted. "Then what are you going to do?"

"Not what I'm going to do." I said, crossing my arms in what I hoped was a determined type way. "It's more what you're going to do."

~Marina Stark~

I sat in my room, my chair tilted back on two legs and my feet on my desk. I crossed my arms and scowled at the wall.

Stupid dad. Stupid Avengers. Stupid friends. I didn't need them. I was fine on my own. And I was also soaking wet. That was another thing that I was. I pulled my feet up, letting my chair bang back onto the floor, stormed into the bathroom and took a fast shower. I hate wearing wet clothes, so I found a black I do all my own stunts! t-shirt and jeans.

It was roundabout then that JARVIS's voice came over the speakers. "Mr. Stark requires the presence of all Avengers in the kitchen immediately. He says it is an emergency, a matter of life-and-death."

I immediately started scrambling. I snatched my metal gauntlet off the desk and pulled it on, ready to activate my suit. What could be wrong? Was someone hurt? Was there a mission? Had something happened to Mom? That had to be it. Someone had called Dad because something bad had happened to Mom.

I threw my door open and nearly ran into Thor, who was heading towards the kitchen too. We barely acknowledged each other, running down the stairs.

What had happened to her? Hydra agents? Car crash? Bombing? Terminal disease? Heart attack? Something bad!

The Avengers all skidded into the large kitchen, expecting a horror scene.

Instead we saw Dad sitting at the kitchen table, Bruce leaning against the counter, and Max standing next to Dad. All three looked totally calm. Sitting on the middle of the table was three huge paper bags.

"Um… what?" I said intelligently.

Dad looked pained. "Um… so this is my way of saying…" Max shifted slightly, and Dad winced. I suspect that Max actually stepped on my Dad's foot. Dad gritted his teeth. "I'm sorry, okay? There, I said it!" He scowled, but Max grinned.

"He even bought shawarma for all of you." Max said, pointing to the paper bags on the table. I opened one and found lots and lots of delicious delicious shawarma.

I shot him a suspicious look. "The great Tony Stark is apologizing?"
"Is this some sort of joke?" Clint asked. "Cause if so, I am still willing to eat that shawarma."

"No joke. I'm sorry, so I'm apologizing." Dad said, and it seemed less forced this time.

Max nodded encouragingly. "You never turn down shawarma, Mar. Don't start now."

"Well…" I hesitated. Something weird was up with Max and Dad, they were both staring at me funny, but who was I to argue with shawarma? "Fine. Apology accepted already."

And then we ate shawarma. Even though most of us were soaking wet.

~Bruce Banner~

I was really impressed with Max. Not only had he convinced Tony Stark of all people to apologize, but he had also made everyone think the whole thing was Tony's idea. That kid was sly.

And he had a definite crush on Marina. I'm willing to bet that if Marina hadn't been the other starter of the fight, Max wouldn't have cared much. But he had fixed everything surprisingly well. Marina and Tony were friendly again, everyone got shawarma (which was becoming this weird symbol of happiness for the Stark household), and things were normal again.

I was really really impressed.

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