The Avengers Legacy

by BobThePegasus

17 years after the battle of New York, the new SHIELD director creates a new group. She comes up with the Legacy team: an elite group of teens and the Avenger's children. To save their planet, their parents, and each other, they have to overcome their differences, uncover their secrets, and find where they ultimately belong. Rated T because they're teenagers, and I wanna be safe.

10. Chapter 9

Uh, hi, everyone. This is Bee. Ya know, Scarlett's sister... I don't normally do this, the whole posting thing and all, but we were having some technical difficulties. (AKA Scar tried to hack into SHIELD's computers and Jay's grounded). So, yeah. We're very sorry for the delay, and here's the next chapter.

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Somewhere over Ohio.

Avery Banner frowned at the baby in her lap. He was drooling on her new skirt, and frankly, she was mad. Her shoulders tensed, her vision went slightly green, and her teeth clenched together.

No. Avery thought. Not here. Not with so many people around.

Finally, Avery was able to calm down. She had good timing too. The child's mother was walking down the aisle, smiling broadly. "Thanks for holding her," The mother said. Her? Avery thought The kid's wearing dinosaur sweatpants, a Cars T-Shirt, and a faux leather jacket. Who dresses a baby girl like a motorcycle game leader? What was wrong with that woman? Avery smiled weakly.

"Yeah," she said. "No problem." Problem. Big problem.

"Your father would be proud of you," the woman said. "That was a good thing you did there, I appreciate it."

Okay, maybe this lady isn't all that bad.

"Thanks." Avery blushed.

"Do me a favor and have a nice day, alright?"

Avery nodded, and the woman returned to her seat with her baby.

Avery turned around in her seat, to face her dad. He had gotten a call from an old friend of his to come to New York a few hours ago, and already he looked different, more alive. Avery was proud of her dad. Of all the people in the world, he got the short end of the stick, and he didn't seem to let it bother him.

It bothered her. Turning into a moster bothered her. It was probably a good thing she was immune to bullets. Her name could be added to the list of suicide attempts five times per year if they wanted to. Avery didn't care.

Then she realized something. That woman was the sort of person she liked- why didn't she thank her?

Ten minutes later, a paper airplane landed on the womans lap.

Have a nice day. Love, Avery Banner.

The woman smiled.