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Peter smiled, finally allowing himself to relax when Wally's crop of wild red hair peeked over the edge of the building he was perched on. It always made him anxious to see Wally run up buildings; he constantly felt like the younger hero was going to fall off the edge and, like, die or something. Johnny always said the same thing about Peter and his webs though, so he really didn't have any room to complain. He just had to trust in his friend's training and abilities and he knew that the speedster had plenty of both. For a long moment, the two of them just stood there, perched delicately on the very edge of the skyscraper, letting their senses roam while they were so high in the air that, although the noises were still loud, the sounds of the city were sort of muffled. It was peaceful and, most importantly, gentle on their senses up this high in the city. Peter closed his eyes and leaned backwards, resting his weight on his hands so he could get into a position to dangle his legs off the small wall at the top of the building that the two were crouching on. After a second, Wally copied his position, letting out an almost silent sigh at the much more comfortable position. Another pause filled the sunrise painted air with blessed silence before Wally hesitantly broke the spell that had settled over them, "Spiderman?"

"Hm?" Peter hummed in response, eyes still closed and a sleepy calm buzz spreading through his limbs. This felt so nice after one of the longest patrols of his life. This was one of the few nights where Wally was willing to take a break from patrolling with Daredevil and he patrolled with Peter instead. It had been a busy night. They'd been planning on another hour or so of patrol after midnight, but apparently that was when the crazies decided to come out and play because Green Goblin had come tearing down the street they were in, raring to fight. Not much longer after he'd been taken down, Doc Ock and Electro decided they were going to try a team up. Peter and Wally had taken a break to fix up each other's wounds (it'd taken a pretty bad bullet wound for Peter to trust Wally near him with medical supplies, but then he'd found out that the kid was actually really good and from that moment on, Wally was his number one stitcher upper) and they were just getting ready to head their separate ways at the end of a long shift when Johnny came tearing out of nowhere and asked them if they could help with one of Doom's attacks as long as they were out. That battle took much longer than expected, leading to the two of them sitting on a skyscraper with the sun already rising on the horizon. They were exhausted.

Wally's voice broke into his inner thoughts, sounding sad and shadowed by a little bit of apprehension, "What if I can't find a way to get back to my dimension?"

Those words were all it took for Peter to be sitting back up, opening his eyes and facing in his friend's direction (at this point, the more accurate term would be best friend). He could clearly read the devastation and indecision in the younger's face. There was a certain twist to his mouth and a little clench to the jaw, nose crinkled just the tiniest bit. Peter briefly wondered when he'd gotten so good at reading the speedster. His voice was firm when he answered, "You're researching a way to get back alongside two of the world's leading scientists with unlimited resources and the best scientific machines money can buy. You'll figure it out, there's no doubt in my mind about that."

Wally's voice was even smaller when he spoke next; it reminded Peter that even though the kid's been alive for longer than him, he was currently in the body of a fourteen year old and had the mindset and mentality and brain development of someone that age. Wally said, "What if… what if I don't know if I want to go back?" The last part was whispered.

Peter jerked a little bit in shock. What? He could tell by the tense lines decorating Kid Flash's exposed face just how much it hurt him to admit that. Spiderman pulled up his mask, knowing that Wally would hear the sound and understand that it meant that he wanted this to be a conversation between friends and not superhero buddies. Kid Flash pulled back his cowl and put his goggles in his pocket. Peter had seen the teen's mangled eyes before, but that didn't stop him from wincing every time he saw them. Peter questioned, "What do you mean?"

Wally sighed and ran a hand through his crimson locks, huffing out a breath. He opened his mouth to say something before closing it again and scrubbing at his face tiredly before tugging on a strand of hair with one hand, eventually leaving it to rub against the back of his neck. He sighed again and tried to explain, "If… when… if I go back to my dimension, there's a very real possibility that I'll never get to come back here. And… and… I love Matt like a second father and Foggy is like that weird uncle that you like because he spoils you – kind of like Uncle Ollie just with less muscles. And you've become my best friend and then Johnny is amazing too, the rest of the Fantastic Four kind of like extended family too. Gwen always makes my day and I love hanging out at the X-men mansion. I know everyone there by name and we always have a blast. The Avengers are starting to feel like older brothers and sisters. I just… I don't… trust easily, but I trust some people here. And… if I trust them, then they've managed to get past all, or most, of my barriers and that's not an easy thing to do and… I don't like it when those people leave me. And this… this'll be worse because I'd be leaving you behind and all of the people here who I've come to love, I'll, I'll just be… abandoning them! You guys have taken me in and taken the time to know me and… I'd just leave all of you with no guarantee that I'll ever see you again. How can I just leave like that?"

Peter's breath caught in his throat. The thought had never occurred to him. It never even crossed his mind that once Wally left they wouldn't be able to see each other again. It'd be as bad as him dying. Peter sucked in a breath when he thought of Matt. The older blind superhero would be devastated. He's support the decision up until Wally was sent home and couldn't see how it would affect him. Even then Matt wouldn't let anyone know that he was hurting. He'd just spend more and more time beating the living daylights out of criminals. He'd be reckless and thrill seeking and he'd get himself killed. Johnny would just be hurt. He'd avoid Wally like the plague up until the point that he was about to leave and then he'd hug him and give him a gruff message and then he'd spend days locked away in his room, not letting anyone in while he rebuilt his walls and told himself that he wouldn't make any more friends until the next person with kind words and a bright smile came along. The Avengers… well, Peter wasn't sure how they'd react but he knew that they would be sad to see the blind kid that somehow came to live with them gone. And Peter… what would he do? He'd seek comfort in his girlfriend and pull away from crime fighting because why bother when the world will never get that sparkle that only a speedster could provide back? Why bother when Wally couldn't bolster people's spirits and make it seem like there's nothing wrong? He made villains love him. He was a light in this world and even the people of New York would mourn his loss.

"Peter?" Wally's voice questioned a moment later.

Said teen superhero shook his head to get the thoughts out and said, "I… I hadn't thought of that. I guess it's one of those things you play by ear. You still have time to think about it, but you should just focus on figuring out how to get back first. Just know this: everyone will support you no matter what. We just want what's best for you." He didn't know for certain that they would, but he would do anything to console that broken expression off his friend.

A deep, bone weary sigh emanated from his friend's chest and Peter frowned worriedly. Before he could say anything about how someone so young shouldn't sound so old, Wally spoke, "Thanks Peter. I just… thanks. Heh, this is probably just me getting all sentimental because of tiredness or something. We should probably head back to our houses now. I'd say that this patrol is definitely over now, wouldn't you?"

Peter laughed and was about to respond when a voice crackled to life over his earpiece, "Spiderman. Morgan le Fay is in Cunningham Park. We need all the help we can get with this one." The voice cut out and Wally made a questioning noise in his throat.

Peter realized that Wally would have been able to hear the feed and he said, "It was something the Avengers gave me just in case. The Fantastic Four are on the same earpiece, just, like, a different line. The Avengers asked me to join a while back and I said no because I would have had to reveal my identity and give them a sample of my blood and there was no way I was doing that, so they gave me this instead. That was Captain America." Wally smiled softly in understanding, the earlier somber mood still hanging over them like a suffocating shadow. The two moved quickly, pulling their masks back in place and preparing to go to Cunningham Park (Peter had taken Wally through all the parts of New York that Daredevil didn't and together they had made sure that the blind hero knew where everything was). After a second, the two were off, Peter swinging and Wally running below him, running slow enough that he could still hear Peter in case another call came over the comms unit and changed the location.

No such call came and it wasn't long before the two were pulling to a stop on top of a squat building, waiting to be acknowledged by the Avengers. It didn't take long for the group to turn towards them and Peter noticed with a smirk that most of them did a double take when they saw Kid Flash standing with Spiderman. Peter winced to himself; they were really in trouble weren't they? Wally lived with them and Peter interned with them. They were going to have a seriously hard time keeping their identities secret. Woohoo. Captain America got over his shock first and said, "Spiderman. Kid Flash. Have either of you faced up against Morgan le Fay before?"

"No?" Kid Flash answered, unconsciously making it sound like a question. It was probably a reflection of his inner thoughts. Spiderman knew that the blind superhero had a Morgan le Fay in his own dimension. That's gotta be confusing.

Spiderman answered at the same time, "Nope." He popped the 'p' at the end. He hoped it distracted from Wally's odd answer.

Captain America just sighed before saying, "Alright, she's a tough foe but not impossible to defeat. Her main weaknesses are cold iron and steel. If we can hit her with one of those, we'll have her. She's got, uh, magic and she can control minds. So here's the plan: Black Widow, Hawkeye, and Iron Man will stay back and watch for an opening since they have the steel weapons. Kid Flash, Spiderman, and myself will provide a distraction."

He looked like he was about to say something else, but Kid Flash interrupted him, "Isn't that too risky though?"

"Isn't what?" Hawkeye asked testily, keeping one eye trained on the witch currently roaming the park, seemingly without a care in the world.

Kid Flash frowned and said, "If we all go close enough to cause a distraction, won't she just take over our minds?"

"We have intel that says that she's slightly weakened and can only take over one mind at a time. There's nothing to worry about, kid." Iron Man answered quickly.

"So? She'll most likely go after the strongest to take over which is Captain America. Spiderman and I are good, but we aren't nearly good enough to protect ourselves from Captain America and distract her from you guys at the same time. There's just no way." Kid Flash answered stubbornly.

Captain America's voice was exasperated when he said, "What else do you want us to do?" It was obvious he'd had this conversation before and he wasn't happy with someone who was obviously younger than him lecturing him on superheroing.

Kid Flash's voice was still set in a determined tone when he answered, "Send me out there alone. You and Spiderman stay back. I'm assuming she has a range when weakened, so you stay out of that range. When she's focused on me, Spiderman shoots webbing at her hands and feet and gets out of there as soon as possible. She'll focus on trying to get out of that and she'll focus on fighting me and that's when Captain America, from as far away as possible, would throw his shield. If she's focused enough on what she's, it'll hit her and then its problem solved. If she realizes that it's coming, then that's one more thing for her to focus on and it's the perfect time for Black Widow, Hawkeye, and Iron Man to strike." Spiderman nodded along with the idea. It made complete sense.

Black Widow announced, "There's one obvious problem you're overlooking. She'll take control of your mind as soon as you get close enough."

The grin that Wally sent her way was downright feral as he smirked, "I think you'll find that she's going to have a much harder time trying to take control of my mind than she thinks."

"Why?" Hawkeye questioned suspiciously.

"Why does it matter?" Wally practically growled, "She's going to get away if we keep arguing about this. I know you've considered something like this but you couldn't do it because you didn't have someone who could resist mind control. Now you do and this plan will work."

There was a terse pause before Captain America glanced out at the park where Morgan le Fay had started tearing trees out of the ground and then he said, "Fine. We'll do what Kid Flash says. Does everyone understand their roles?" Everyone nodded back to him seriously and he said, "Alright then. Get into places." He gave Wally a nod that only Peter knew that he wouldn't be able to see and then Wally rushed off towards the enchantress. Peter just hoped that Wally's plan worked.

It did. Kid Flash had been all boisterous loudness and sharp grins when he faced off against the sorceress, alternating between teasing her, flirting with her, and running circles around her, occasionally scoring a hit. There were a few times where he was blown off his feet with some magic or another, but he ended up fine. Eventually, Captain America had given the go ahead for Peter to shoot his webs. Morgan le Fay hadn't seen it coming. She had seen the shield coming, though and had caught it with a quick spell. But, like Wally's predictions, she hadn't been able to sense the steel racing towards her from three sources and was hit by all of them. It didn't take long to subdue her after that. That was what led to the two teen superheroes ending up back on the roof where they'd met the Avengers before the battle. Kid Flash had wanted to race off immediately so they didn't recognize him, but Peter forced him to stay and rest for a second so he could get a head start on his healing before he started running again. He could tell by the way the blind speedster walked that he had a least a couple broken ribs. It wouldn't take long for them to heal and he could risk his identity for that period of time. Kid Flash had just huffed at him before wincing and acquiescing.

Once they reached the top of the building, Clint immediately demanded, "How did you resist her mind control?" Peter winced; the man had some bad experience with mind control and probably didn't take kindly to knowing that there was a way to resist it.

Wally's answer came out easily despite the slight pauses when his ribs shifted the wrong way, "Being able to run as fast as I do would be kind of useless if I couldn't think as fast as I ran. No one else can think as fast as I do, so my mind just kind of melds together into one huge blur that you can kind of get vague impressions from, but nothing concrete. It makes it incredibly difficult to take control of. You can't give someone suggestions when they're moving so fast that your words aren't registered. Like, imagine if a car was driving at 100 mph and there was someone on the side of the road waving their hands to get the car's attention. The person in the car wouldn't even notice the person on the side of the road because they were going too fast to even see them. My mind is the car and Morgan le Fay's influence is that person on the side of the road. Make sense?"

"…Yes." Clint answered begrudgingly. Peter could tell he was impressed.

"Thank you, son." Captain America started, "We couldn't have done this without you. Without both of you." He amended his last statement to include Peter. Spiderman smiled even though no one could see it under the mask. He wondered if Wally could hear the mask shift and tell he was smiling. Huh, he'd have to ask his friend that.

Tony's voice sounded out, no longer muffled by the electronics of his suit, "That was pretty cool, kid. So how exactly do your powers work?"

Wally's smile was wry and amused as he answered, "That's a pretty complicated question. Pretty broad, I'd say."

Tony opened his mouth to say something else, but Natasha beat him to the punch, sending a glare over her shoulder at the billionaire as she spoke, "Are you the same person who saved Iron Man during the Chitauri invasion?" Well, Peter thought to himself, that was blunt.

Peter watched as Wally's body instantly turned defensive. He noticed the little vibrations in his hands that betrayed the speedster's nervousness. He doubted that Clint and Natasha missed it. Steve and Tony probably saw it too if he was being honest with himself. Wally really needed to get control of himself. Shoulders hunched slightly, Wally surprised Peter when he said, "Yeah, that was me." What was he doing? The blind teen had tried so hard to keep the person who saved Iron Man and the person he went on patrol as separate in the eyes of SHIELD and now he was up and admitting it? What was going on?

The only consolation Peter had was that Natasha seemed just as surprised if the brief flicker of emotion that crossed her features was any indication. Tony just said, "There's no way. You're hair was black. You had a whole different get up on."

Wally smirked and said, "The things chemicals can do to someone's hair, right? They can make it turn such vibrant shades of red and such dark shades of black." Peter finally noticed what Wally was doing and he was glad that his mask hid his amused expression because he was sure that Clint or at least Natasha would have picked up on what was going on if they'd seen it. Wally was making them think that neither black nor red is his original hair color or if it was, he was making it so it would be difficult for them to tell which one was the original color. It made it even harder to accurately connect his superhero identity and his civilian identity. Clever.

Tony conceded the point and said, "Cool. I guess I should thank you then, kid, but I don't really feel like it."

"You're welcome." Kid Flash answered easily, seemingly used to such versions of thanking someone.

Steve's voice broke into the conversation, "How old are you, son? You don't sound nearly old enough to be out here fighting crime and putting yourself in danger."

"I'm old enough to get mugged on the streets or kidnapped or murdered or terrorized by super villains." Kid Flash sidestepped the first question and continued talking, "I think if I'm old enough for those things than I'm old enough to fight crime. People my age are the victims of crime just like any other age. I'm helping to make it safe for people my age and, consequentially, all ages. I don't think age should have anything to do with it, only skill level."

Natasha was nodding in agreeance and even Clint seemed to concede the point, but Tony was frowning in the background and Steve made his displeasure clear, "You might have super powers, but you don't have the experience necessary to safely apply them. You're in danger when fighting crime. You'll lose your childhood and your innocence if you keep doing this."

Wally's voice was bitter with past experiences and Peter was vividly reminded of his mangled eyes, the Flash sign carved into his chest, all of the other scars that came from his abusive father or his time at the orphanage in Gotham. He said, "I lost those a long time ago. I fight to make sure that no one else has to."

There was a tense silence and Peter thought that this was not how Kid Flash had wanted his first meeting with the Avengers to go. He seemed to be getting off on the wrong foot with these people and it was concerning. Peter was lucky enough to have avoided this conversation because his mask muffled his voice enough to apparently make him sound like an adult, but then he also didn't have Kid in his superhero name. Wally really should have thought that out better. Peter glanced around the group, but his attention caught on Clint. There was something about the way the archer was looking at Wally that made him wary. Did Clint know? Had he connected the dots and figured out Kid Flash's civilian identity? Peter really hoped not, but he knew that Clint, at the very least, suspected something. He'd have to warn his friend about that before they went their separate ways this morning.

Captain America sighed and said, "Alright, I'm not going to argue with you about that. Fact is, you do have the skills and it was an honor to fight with you. If you ever need any help, please let us know. And we are more than willing to help you train. At the Avengers tower, we've got great training centers and all of us are willing to help out a fellow superhero."

"Uh, shouldn't I be making that invitation since, well, it's my house?" Tony asked, offended.

"Didn't you say something about the house now belonging to all of us and something about us being a family now?" Natasha asked, giving him a droll stare.

Tony opened his mouth to say something that probably would have ended up with Natasha pulling a gun on him so Spiderman interjected quickly, "So, where's Thor? I can get not sending Hulk down here, but Thor's normally around when you fight."

"We have a, uh, guest at the Tower at the moment and we're supposed to be guarding him. That means at least one Avenger is supposed to stay with him at a time, but we had Thor stay behind with Bruce because, well, you know." Steve finished awkwardly. Peter just bobbed his head in understanding, noting the smirk that Wally wore. If only they knew that the person they had left part of their team behind to protect was standing right in front of them at that very moment.

"Oh cool." Peter replied off-handedly, trying to sidle his way between Clint and Wally without anyone noticing, but the unimpressed expressions that both Clint and Natasha were leveling told him he'd failed. He decided to just go ahead and step right between them then. As long as they could tell, he might as well (hey, that rhymed).

"So, Kid Flash, how long ago did you get your powers?" Tony asked, stepping forward, his face plate still up.

Wally's tone was unimpressed when he asked, "Are you always this obvious when you're fishing for information? And seven years ago." Peter frowned; Wally had gotten them more than seven years ago. Then understanding hit. He got his powers when he was seven which, since he was currently in a fourteen year old boy, was technically seven years ago. That's gotta be confusing.

Clint whistled and angled his body to try to see Wally, "That's a long time. How come you just now got into the hero gig?"

"I was looking for a good hero to partner up with. I met Daredevil and practically the next day Doom was attacking in Hell's Kitchen so we went and kicked butt together with the Fantastic Four. I'm not stupid enough to go racing into this at my age without any possible backup." Wally shot Steve a look after that sentence and Peter barely held in a snicker.

Then he lifted his head back up and groaned, "Rhino's causing trouble downtown. You're ribs healed up enough to help out, KF?"

"They were fine earlier too. I only broke a couple of them," Wally grumbled, not seeing the shocked expressions on the Avengers' faces; apparently they hadn't noticed his injuries like Peter had. Wally continued, "But they're all healed now. It's not even bruised or cracked anymore so it's fine. Who doesn't love fighting Rhino anyways?"

Peter grinned beneath his mask and said, "Our first team up was against Electro and Rhino, remember?"

"Don't even remind me of Electro. He was causing enough problems earlier tonight. Er, this morning actually. I think." Wally said.

Before the two of them could start swinging/running towards the scene of the battle, Tony asked incredulously, "How long have you guys been up?"

"Dude, this patrol's gone on forever. We started a little early, like, ten or whatnot because the earlier the start the earlier we finish and all that. Then around midnight, super villains started to crawl out of the woodworks and suddenly its morning and we're still fighting criminals." Peter complained. Wally huffed a small laugh from beside him.

Captain America's voice was concerned as he asked, "We can take care of Rhino for you. You two should get home. We haven't been up nearly as long as you have."

"Nah, we got it. It'll only take us a couple of minutes, less if I run ahead. There's no need for you to worry about it." Kid Flash answered easily before promptly running off the building. There were a few startled exclamations before the group saw him running down the side of the building and then onto the flat land before speeding off in the direction of Rhino. Peter gave them a little salute before flipping off the building, amused at the fact that they still watched him carefully as if he was going to fall. It's not like he's been doing this forever and actually knew what he was doing or anything. Seriously, web-slinging was probably the least dangerous part of his job as a superhero.

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Wally was freaking out. He had to get back to the Tower, like, now. Yeah, he and Spidey had needed to take down Rhino and, yeah, they'd need to separate from the Avengers so Wally wouldn't run into them on the way back or so they wouldn't see that he was heading in the same direction when, logically, he should have been heading in the direction of Hell's Kitchen. None of that changed the fact that he needed to get back in there before they got back though. If one of them decided to check on him, his secret would be out. If either Thor or Banner (it felt weird calling him Bruce) had checked up on him during the time he was gone and the Avengers were gone, his secret would be out. Why did he have to get stuck in a building with a bunch of superheroes when he was trying to keep his civilian identity a secret? Why was this his life?

Kid Flash sped up to the top of the building and phased through the door to the roof, rushing quickly down to his room and avoiding the cameras. He had just got into his pajamas in time to hear the quinjet landing on the roof, four pairs of footsteps walking themselves into the house. He heard Banner call out that it was time for breakfast once they got to the right floor. He told them that someone had to go wake Wally and it wasn't long before Tony and Clint volunteered. Tony made sense, but Clint normally didn't like doing mundane things with Tony because apparently the billionaire was only fun when they were pranking each other.

Moments later, Tony walked right into the room without knocking (it was a fairy common thing for him to do although he never did it with Natasha because she would hurt him), calling out, "Breakfast is ready kiddo. Up and at 'em!"

Wally grumbled something unintelligible while reaching blindly (hehe, pun actually unintended but still amusing [to the author at least]) for his dark glasses. He settled them onto his face before peaking it out over the edge of his comforter. The sleepy scowl he wore was not just for show because he was exhausted and did not want to deal with people right at that moment. He eventually managed to say, "I don't wanna."

"Now that sounds like a normal teenager. I was starting to get concerned there for a moment." Clint said, a smirk obvious in his tone of voice.

Tony snorted and said, "Well maybe if he got to bed at a decent time he wouldn't be so tired." Wally started attempting to detangle himself from the sheets faster, desperately trying to think of something to say that wouldn't sound like a blatant attempt at redirecting the conversation. Peter had told Wally that Clint seemed suspicious of him and this was a very good way to get his cover blown. Tony continued before Wally could think of anything, "I came in last night to show him something and he wasn't there. JARVIS couldn't tell me where he was or when he left. This happens all the time. I'm starting to think that there's something about the location of this room and the way the wires are done or something that causes JARVIS to glitch up in this area. That's a security breach and all that too. Fury would totally kill me if he knew that I was having this kind of issue right at our 'honored guest's' room. Seriously though, why are we calling him an honored guest? That sounds kind of weird. Hey, we're supposed to be eating breakfast." With that last comment, Tony turned and started walking towards the elevator, seemingly unconcerned that the other two weren't following him.

For a moment no one said anything. Wally had heard the momentary speeding up of the heart and the small intact of breath when Tony explained Wally's nightly escapades to Clint. It was obvious that the superhero had put the pieces together. All Wally could do now was wait for the metaphorical (hopefully) blade to fall. After another second where no one moved, Clint said gruffly, "I didn't know you could draw. Steve would love it if he knew you drew. The two of you could do all that artsy stuff together or something. He'd call it a bonding exercise." Clint snorted at the thought and Wally let a cautious smile bend his lips. Clint continued, "Come on, breakfast is waiting."

Wally let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, finding comfort in the quiet whooshing sound it made. Nodding hesitantly, he followed after the archer, trying to get a gauge on his emotions. Why didn't he make a comment about it? Was he waiting to tell the others? Was he just leading him into the kitchen so they'd have him surrounded and could take him down easier? Wally pushed down the moment of paranoia, silently cursing certain portions of his Bat training. Bruce was so paranoid and whenever one of his kids called him on it he just said, "It's not paranoia if they're really out to get you." Only Bruce could get away with saying something like that and not come off as a nut job. Well, only he could say it and have no one comment about him coming off as a nut job.

The two finally reached the kitchen and Wally awkwardly slid into a seat. He knew he was being quieter than usual and he could tell by the silence that filled the kitchen that the others noticed, but he just couldn't bring himself to talk. It just felt like the second he started talking they'd all know and his secret would be completely out in the open. He really didn't want to risk it. Plus there was the fact that he was still actually a little miffed at the way the Avengers treated Kid Flash when he was helping them out earlier. Yes, he was a kid and yes, kids shouldn't have to do things like this. But they did have to do it because no one else would and quite frankly, they had no right to say those things. He'd helped to save their lives by showing them that their plan wasn't going to work. And then they treated him the way they did and then Clint figured it out and, well, the youngest Wayne was a little emotionally compromised right about then. Finally, someone spoke, causing several heartbeats to spike, "Wally-," It was Steve, but he was cut off.

From above them, JARVIS announced, "Loki has been spotted in Nigeria. Director Fury is calling for the Avengers to go to the helicarrier for a briefing immediately. Mr. Wally Murdock will accompany you to the helicarrier where he will be left while you fight. He should be safe there, sir."

"You heard him. Let's go." Steve sighed. The Avengers all stood and started making their way to the door. Wally sighed and reluctantly followed. He just hoped that they all came back alright.

Author's Note: I am so sorry about the late update and I am so sorry about the awful meeting between Avengers and Kid Flash and I am so sorry about the general horribleness of this chapter after such a long wait. This chapter was a demon to write especially with a perpetual cloud of writer's block hanging over me as I attempt to pump out chapters. Again, sorry! Let me know if I did anything wrong or if you have any suggestions. I only feel right asking for two reviews this chapter for another chapter. Thanks!