He only woke up screaming four times that night. Wally was there every time—pulling him into his chest, whispering in Romanian in a sing song like voice. Gently worming his fingers through his messy hair.

"It's okay birdie." He whispered, Peter and Sam slowly laying back in their beds. Steve leaning in the doorway. Wally felt Robin's tears against his hand as the boy nuzzled against him. "I'm right here birdie."

"I-I want Jay-Jay." He sniffled, hiding in Wally's stomach. Wally froze, before he slowly wrapped his arms around Dick.

"I know. I miss him too." Wally would never be enough. That boy with Christmas tree green eyes and copper red hair had set the brother bar extremely high, impossible to reach high.

"I-I-I want t-to see J-Jay!" He wailed, Wally catching Steve's sad eyes dance up at them.

"Head back to sleep, you'll see him there." How sad was that? The only way Dickie could see his family was when he was dreaming. Slowly, the boys breathing evened out—his deep brown eyes fluttering to a close. The ginger sighed, trying to reenter sleep himself.

He felt something move against his chest, looking down at the bird who was rubbing his head against his chest. They were a tangle of limbs—all pressed together. The sun was peeking through the window screens, a faint smile wormed on Wally's face. Morning—they had made it to the morning.

"Good Morning Campers!" A cheery voice called over the speakers. "Time to get up!"

"Aunt Dinah." Robin moaned, untangling himself from Wally. "It's too early for this…" He yawned.

"Is the wittle batty bat tiwed?" Wally got in the bird's face—Robin's eyes narrowing.

"Hush your face West."

"Mwah." Wally kissed the Boy Wonder's nose, Robin smacking him as Wally jumped from the top bunk.

"Get a room." Sam climbed down his ladder.

Wally laughed, Robin throwing his pillow down. "In your dreams West, in your dreams."

Even still, they joked. Steve came in as they were dressed—Peter tackling him. It was tradition, they dog piled the super soldier. Steve laughing as he peeled them off of him.

"Alright, alright—get a move on." He swatted at them, the Marvel kids shoving each other as they headed to the breakfast hall. Steve caught Robin's arm—forcing both him and Wally to stop since they were holding hands. "You feeling better?"

"Yes, Sir." He nodded, giving a thin smile.

"Oh thank goodness!" Wally held the back of his hand up to his forehead. "I thought my sweetheart would never be the same!" Dick snickered, Wally pecking him on the cheek.

"Love ya too babe." Dick pecked him back. He turned to Steve, who looked like he was trying not to laugh, he was so red in the face. "Would you affiliate the wedding?"

"Wedding?" Wally gasped. "We're getting married?" Robin smiled slyly. "Oh yes!"

"Sure, you and Arty can kiss." Wally puked, literally puked. The taste was foul. Robin jumped away as chunks got on his boots.

"Dude!" Steve groaned, as Robin punched KF.

"Arty? Me kiss Farty Arty?! You're sick!"

"She's not that bad." He froze, a creepy smile worming over his face. Robin scowled. "No, Wally—"

The speedster took off running.

"Robin and Artemis sitting in a tree—"

"I'm going to kill you!"

"K-I-S-S-I-N-G!"

"I hate your guts!"

"First comes love—"

"I will skin you—"

"Then comes marriage—"

"—and where it as a cape—"

"Then comes a baby in a baby carriage!"

Steve lost it, he fell against the doorframe, holding his side—laughing like he was insane. Campers stared at the boys raced around, shouting at each other. Tears were building up in Steve's eyes—this was priceless. It reminded him so much of his own kids.

"You're so stupid!" Bucky shouted, his dad about to stop the fight.

"Well….your face is stupid!" Piper screamed back, stomping her foot for emphasis.

"We have the same face poop breath!"

Oh….kids. They were hilarious. He steadied himself, wiping tears off his face.

Breakline

Their table was the biggest one in the dining hall. Roy and Kara sat between them, Robin's masked eyes shooting daggers at Kid Flash as the boy ate his fill and stole food from his teammates.

Tula was telling the best story Kaldur had ever heard. She threw her head back in laughter, pausing before continuing. He was fascinated by her—the way she smiled at everyone, how her nose crinkled up when she smiled. When she tucked her short hair behind her ears, when she fiddled with her bracelets. Kaldur compared her beauty with a water lily, or the colorful coral reefs she enjoyed to swim around and the playful fish that lived in them.

He wasn't the only one staring. Garth was too. They both knew that they had affections for her, and were still friends. Tula was not a prize to be won—she would decide if her affections were to go to who—it might not even be one of them.

Another person was eyeing the girl. He gulped, hands trembling around the few flowers he had dug from the earth. He looked to his friends, they were paying him no mind—only Conrad was. He winked, nodding toward the fair maiden. He nodded, knees trembling he stood. His team glancing at him.

He shouldn't be scared! I was a demi-god! An heir of Asgard! His father was Thor Odinson, himself Destin Eriko Thorson! He had faced giants, monsters of the deep. His uncle had wisened him against evil, and his father trained him for battle. What fear should he have, looking into the eyes of an angel of the skies?

Tremendous fear. That's what he should have. And he did—oh he did. He stood behind her, some of her team, people who despised him, looked at him in disgust. He cleared his throat, the few who had their backs to him. She glanced up, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

"L-Lady Tula, I-I…..I bring this as a gift to you my lady." He rushed out, the girls letting out a soft 'aww' as he thrust the bouquet toward her, the boys letting their jaws drop, eyes widen and eyebrows arch. Blush was fuming across his face, she smiled slightly. W-Was that a blush across her face too? It was…it was! Did she like him as well?

"Thank you Destin." She accepted his gift, bringing the feeble flowers to her nose. "They smell nice. They're very pretty."

"Their beauty can never compare to the greatness of yours." He blurted out, slapping his hand over his mouth as he finished speaking.

Her friends began to laugh, Destin blushed even harder—trying to regain his composure.

"Err—I mean g-good day, Lady Tula." He bowed at the waist, turning tail and fleeing to his friends.

"Nice job dude!" Conrad stuck his hand in the air for a high five, which Destin barely supplied before sinking in his seat. Eyes fixated on the half mutilated eggs remaining on his plate. "You okay there Des?"

"She is even more beautiful up close."

Bucky patted him on the back. His friends were supportive, even if she was on the side of the enemy—they hoped he could convince her to join their side.

"You really like her." Ben wiped off his glasses. "How'd you feel?"

"Like all gates of Helheim had opened, Fenrir's jaws were closing upon me—I hate being in love." Conrad snorted into his drink. "But when she accepted my meager gift, the smile that lit upon her face—it felt as if Freyja were in the very room."

His friends laughed, he chuckled sheepishly—pulling his blond hair behind his ear.

"Keep your head on straight." Natalie warned. "We still have to hit them hard and hit them fast."

"Chicka plow!" Her twin mimicked an explosion. She slapped him, then continued to eat the oatmeal she had chosen.

Destin didn't notice three things. Piper Rogers had been staring at him in dismay the entire exchange, she had remained silent as he regaled his emotions. She stared forlornly at the notebook in her lap, the doodles covering the page.

Kaldur and Garth were glaring holes into Destin's skull. While they were both low-key competing for Tula's affections—they did not like this third contestant. They shared a look—Destin Thorson would not win their flower's affections. Not only because they wished for them, but because he did not deserve such a flower.

"Oh my gosh." Wally groaned. "There's so much love in the air. Someone should kill it."

Breakline

"But I wanna see my boyfriend!" She cried, jumping up and down.

"Shut up Jackie!" Hailey growled. "He's not your boyfriend."

"Yes he is!"

Edmund sighed, closing his book. "Jaquelin, he is not your boyfriend. It'd be a stretch to consider him your friend." She started to protest, but the eldest held his hand up. "Your father murdered his brother Jaquelin."

She kicked at the ground. Mumbling something. "But it's so boring without him!"

"What's he even doing anyway?" Noah shrugged.

"Daddy said he was at some summer camp." Jackie twirled around, letting her suit pan out a bit. Her messy pig tails spinning. "Idea!" She froze, grinning evilly. "Super-villain team up! We'll get the loser villain kids to come with us and remind dear Bird Boy that we're not to be ignored."

Hailey Dent ran a hand through her half blue, half blonde hair. That wasn't a bad idea. They could call up the twins and Alexia. As long as Rickard wasn't too controlling.

Edmund Nygma rolled his eyes, fixating them back on his book. He actually did miss the little bird, it would be entertaining to mess with him and his friends. But involving Rickard and Octavia would be annoying.

Noah Fries glanced at his little brother Nathan. They grinned wickedly. It would be fun to bring the cold on birdie's summer fun.

Jaquelin Harleen giggled wickedly. This was gonna be fun! She could see her boyfriend, and get back at those nasty heroes who kept him away.

"Great! I'll make some calls, let's bring in Central, Star and Metropolis. And the New York kids." Her friends agreed. She cackled again, her laugh being fueled as her friends winced slightly. "This will be fun!" She skipped away, going to get her daddy to do everything she wanted. After all, she was his Clown Princess of Crime.

Breakline

Dick glanced at his back. The white gashes and odd patches that covered them. Peter wouldn't look him in the eyes, Sam was treating him weird. He was dripping wet, waiting in line to use the rope swing into the lagoon.

He wished he had gone to Mt. Justice. He hated the feeling of eyes on his scars. People were judging his every move because of them. He wanted to tear off, away from all the eyes.

"Don't worry about them." A voice spoke softly. Her red hair was pulled back into a bun, her suit was a pitch black, a two piece. Natalie turned around, showing the thin marks she had too. "These are just afterthoughts of bravery."

"Really?" He asked, she shrugged.

"That's what Mom says."

"My dad says they're reminders of what not to do." She looked worriedly at him. "My brother says our way of making fun of death." She laughed thinly.

"I like that one." She threw over her shoulder.

It was just a moment of kinship. They forgot who was DC and who was Marvel. They were just campers, just heroes. It was nice, how they just talked for a moment. Like friends. It was something they'd need to remember, if anyone was going to survive what was in store for them.

AN) Sorry for the delay! Camping with the family (cousins too) and I haven't had much time to write! On the other hand, I did get to go to Hamilton, Ohio and took a selfie with Alex's statue. If anyone spots the Hamilton reference they get a one-shot! Look in the scene where Destin is talking to Y.A.L.! So….enjoy! Bye!