Sorry for this taking so long. The next chapter took forever to write, but I got it done! Enjoy guys!

0=change focus to a different character

00=scene change (no matter how big or small)

000=timeskip

F000=this means that we move back to the next avengers time.

P000= No this is not poo. it's moving back to the past.

Chapter 5: Uncovering the plot

F000 (Just after Hawkeye goes to the past)

A teenage boy, probably about 17 years old, with dark skin and bright yellow, half closed eyes was dragged into a cell by two very large metal robots. He hit the cold floor hard as they let him go. Several gashes had been bandaged on his exposed chest. Strange markings were arranged in a pattern in his back, arms and chest. His only clothing was a pair of long black pants that were faded and torn. A mechanical band was attached to his left wrist. The door closed behind the robots as they left him to his cold cell with dim lighting. He curled up and shivered, his mind dazed and confused. He felt himself slipping away into a world of darkness. In an effort to hang on to reality and not get lost within his own mind, he grasped for any memory he could get that would give him the strength to keep fighting.

00 (The kid's POV)

I found myself still in the cell, but with my old and currently shredded sleeveless shirt on and without the injuries I had felt moments before. I was sitting on the hard bed and was very anxious and worried. The sound of the code being punched in made me whip my head around to look at the glass door. I saw a mop of red hair belonging to another boy, my friend James, who was being held up by two robots. I stayed where I was, knowing very well what would happen if I tried to run when the door opened. With a hiss the door swung open, followed by the grunt from him as he was tossed in. I knelt next to the hurt red head only after the robots left and the door had closed.

"James!" I whispered softly, fear and concern flooding my veins. "James wake up." the red head, James, groaned and slowly opened his eyes. After a second of blinking to adjust to the dim light in the cell, he smiled at me.

"Hey Azari, still doin alright?" He asked with a hoarse voice. I shook my head. After all we'd been through I couldn't believe James could still smile.

"How can you ask about me when you're like this?" I asked as I helped him to the bed. James seemed to be exhausted and closed his eyes a minute after sitting down, but I could see written on his face that he had something on his mind.

"Azari, I'm not sure how much longer I can keep this up. Keep them away from you," he said. This statement only made my worry spike and it showed in my voice and eyes.

"What do you mean James?" I asked, my mind flashing to how he had been acting lately. Slower, partially emotionless, tired, and angry. James had nearly snapped at me several times for the stupidest things, only to blink and mutter an apology.

"I've tried to keep them from hurting you for so long. To make sure you'd never have to go through what I have... I'm losing the fight though," James admitted, either ignoring my Question or he didn't hear it.

"James, tell me what's going on," I begged, looking him in his wandering, tired eyes. I noticed a tinge of red in them, but chose to ignore it and focus on the issue at hand. He stayed silent, looking at the floor while his hair covered his eyes. He gripped his shaking hands together in what I can only guess was an effort to remain calm. I placed my hand on his, making him look up at me. The red was more noticeable in his eyes now, but blue remained for the most part. I stared at the red, a little confused, until his attention was put once again on the floor. Why wasn't he answering? I just didn't understand at the time, so I pushed further. "Come on man, talk to me."

"I can't Azari! Don't you get that?!" James snapped, standing up suddenly as he allowed his hands to fall to his side with clenched fists. I fell back in surprise at his outburst. He took several breaths and turned around, gripping the side of the bed with one hand as he rubbed the bridge of his nose with the other. "I can't..." His voice fell. There was a few moments of silence so thick you could cut it with a knife. Those were eventually broken by him. "Can we talk about something else?" He asked, his voice low and tired once more. He looked over his shoulder at me, his eyes begging me to say yes. "Please?" I stared up at him for a moment, then moved into a crouched/sitting position.

"Okay," I consented, pushing my own curiosities to the side for his sake. "What do you want to talk about?"

000

We simply hung out, talked and laughed for a few hours. James seemed to be content throughout the conversation, but every now and then I saw his eyes fill with dread when they flickered over to the door for a few seconds. He was still worried and frankly so was I. Eventually he fell asleep on the bed, leaving me to my thoughts as I sat on the floor. What James had told me earlier loomed over my head. I wish he would tell me what he meant by those words. Or at least why he couldn't. My worries created a thousand different possibilities as to the meaning of those words, however my tired mind couldn't process much. Eventually I fell asleep to.

000

The echo of heavy metal footsteps broke into my otherwise dreamless sleep. I cracked my eyes open, knowing exactly what that meant, and looked at James. The red head was sitting up, his eyes downcast.

"James," I spoke, wanting him to look at me as fear once again flooded my veins. He looked up and I saw the dread, the raw fear in his eyes which seemed to have only gotten redder since last night. I stood up from the uncomfortable position I had slept in and approached him. He was shaking. James, the James I knew, was shaking from fear. Without warning, he reached up and pulled me into a hug. I blinked in surprise and slowly hugged him back. Hugging isn't always Jame's area of expertise.. He took a shaky breath, hugging a little tighter, before speaking.

"Never give up hope," He whispered into my ear. It was at that moment I realized why he was so much more afraid than before, why he was shaking and why he held onto me as if he never will see me again. It's because he truly believed he wouldn't. He thought that this would be the last time we would ever get to sit down and talk and the last time he'd get to hug me. Those words were his way of inspiring me as well as saying goodbye. As this realization sunk in, I found myself hugging him tighter as well.

"I won't," I whispered back, unable to say anything else. I heard the beeping that resonated from the key pad as the code was punched in. The hiss of the door reached my ears, but it seemed to only make me hold to the boy, no man, who was like a brother to me tighter. I didn't want to let go either, but neither of us had a choice. The robots pulled us apart, no matter how much I struggled to keep hold of my brother. I was thrown to the other side of the cell and saw them drag him out again. I pounded on the door, shouting his name, tears threatening to come. I was afraid for him. I didn't want them to take him. I wanted him to stay and me be taken instead! I slid down the door as I felt my legs go numb with fear and sorrow, still pounding as hard as I could. Then it happened. James looked back at me with his tired eyes...and smiled. It was a smile that seemed full of hope, battling with the sorrow in his eyes. However it was enough to make me calm down. Enough to assure me that I would see him again. It was enough to renew my spirit with hope. Hope that I would need.

00

I slowly opened my eyes and pushed myself up. The memory helped fuel me and it reminded me that there is always hope. Always... Even now while I'm injured and in a cold cell without a way to access my powers. There's still hope. I will see my brothers and sister again. I know it.

000 (back to normal POV; two weeks later)

A young girl about 18 years of age sat on one of the buildings of the famed Ultra city. Her long blond hair blew into her face from the breeze. She remained still though. Her hidden blue eyes reflected that she was to upset to care. With another breeze, she wrapped her red cape around herself. Her body was clad in golden armor not from this world. She had just finished her patrol around the city and had seen no sign of her missing brothers. It graved her deeply.

"T-Torunn? Torunn have you...ished..yet?" A voice crackled over the com-link in her ear. Torren sighed, finally tucking her hair behind her ear to use her com.

"Yes I have. There have been no troubles for us to face today," She answered, standing up as she grabbed a golden crown with wings on the side of it and a rather large silver enchanted sword.

"Good..ed back...got...lead-" The man on the damaged com system informed her. Torunn eyes grew wide and she felt hope fill her heart. If he said what she thinks he said then...

"I'm on my way!" She said and quickly leapt into the air, flying off with a sonic boom.

00

It didn't take Torunn long to get to their center of operations, the old building that used to be Avengers Tower and Ultrons old citadel. Of course it had changed since Ultrons defeat and they were working to restore it to its former glory. Key word, working. they still have a lot to do. Hence the damaged com system.

When she landed on the special platform they had she was met by a young boy, probably about 14, with short black hair that had been cut to fit a sort of military style. His brown eyes were wide and held a light in them that Torren had not seen for a long time. He wore a specially made yellow and black suit. He ran up and hugged her from excitement.

"Torunn! Do you think it's true?! Did Tony finally find them?!" He asked her. His joyful attitude was infectious and she couldn't help but smile at him.

"Indeed, I believe he has Pym," she replied. The boy, Pym, let go of her and leapt into the air, shrinking as he did. A glow enveloped him and four small wings seemed to appear on his back. He did several loops in the air and shouted with a now small voice.

"Wahoo! We finally found them!" He zoomed up and stopped in front of his sisters face. "Come on! Let's go see Tony!" He flew of the platform and into the building. Torunn's smile faltered some after he left as doubts filled her mind. However, she straightened up, attempting to be more optimistic, and headed inside.

00

Tony was typing away at a computer. The man's hair had turned white over the years but his brown eyes still held that spark of genius in them. He wore a black and red suit of experimental stealth armor. His mask was off, revealing his shoulder length hair and white beard. He turned to look at Pym and Torunn as they entered the room. As soon as they saw him in his armor all the doubts were pushed from their mind.

"So it's true? You found them?" Pym asked, wanting to be sure. Tony smiled at them.

"I have a lead. I can't be 100% sure it's them, but it's a chance," he informed the kids. That was all they needed to know. Torunn stepped forward after she let the information sink in.

"What must we do?" She asked, not wanting to rush in without a solid plan. Not this time. Tony turned back to the computer, pulling up schematics.

000

The small glow of the tiny flying Pym could barely be seen as he approached the seemingly abandoned building. He circled it a minute, unable to find a door or window to get inside.

"I can't get in," He whispered quietly into his com.

"Find the keypad. It may be hidden," Tony's voice came through. Pym searched again, eventually spotting said camouflaged keypad. He set to work immediately, rewiring it to open the door.

00

Azari's eyes cracked open as the sound of metal footsteps filled the air. He visibly tensed and turned his head to look at who was behind the glass cell. To his surprise he saw a black and red robot not like the one's he had seen everyday. In fact the design looks...familiar.

"Azari!" A small voice caught his attention. A glow next to the robot grew to reveal Pym. Torunn stepped out from behind him as well.

"...Torunn?... Pym?" Azari said, unsure if he was still dreaming or not. They smiled but it was one of worry. Pym zapped the key pad and the door hissed open, making Azari flinch. He knew it wasn't the robots coming in, but that hiss was imprinted as a bad thing in his head. Pym ran in immediately and hugged Azari, despite him still laying down.

"We've been looking everywhere for you!" He said as tears of joy came. He didn't notice that Azari had winced when he had been hugged. Torren stepped in and put a gentle hand on Pyms shoulder to let him know to let go. Pym backed up somewhat confused, until Azari turned over and sat up. The poor boy had scars and bandages all over. He was thinner than usual and his eyes had bags under them from lack of sleep.

The room went dead silent as the three rescuers stared that their old friend, no, family member. They could barely believe that he had sustained this amount of damage. The face plate of the armor lifted up to reveal Tony.

"We need to get him and the others out of here," he said. A saddened look flashed across Azari's face.

"They aren't here," he said, making worry and fear cross all their faces.

"W-what do you mean not here?Are they in another room? Or another cell?" Pym asked, hoping they weren't to late. Azari looked down. Truth be told he wouldn't know where they'd be, he just knew they both walked out and never returned.

"I-I don't know. I haven't seen them for a long time," he answered Pym quietly. Silence fell once more, but this time, it was something else that broke it. A group of robots came up from the floor, guns charged and ready. Tony charged his repulsers and fired immediately at the robots. Torunn flew at one of the robots, yelling; "Havath thee!"

"Pym, get Azari out of here," Tony ordered the young boy. He looked up at him after dodging a bullet, literally. Tony gave Pym a look that said no arguments and he shut his partially open mouth. Pym quickly but carefully helped Azari up and made his way to the exit.

As they worked their way down the hall, Pym did his best to keep Azari up. However the injured teen was taller than the short 14 year old, so it was tough. The two went as fast as possible for them. However as they turned a corner they found a robot was waiting for them. It's guns were pointed at the two. Pym panicked, not sure what to do. The hall was to small for him to grow in and shrinking doesn't help Azari.

Suddenly he saw an orange flash coming towards them. As it passed through one the robots they disappeared, which would have been a huge relief, but it was now heading towards them. He tried to help Azari and run, but they weren't fast enough. The orange light passed over them as Pym shut his eyes. He felt dizzy and like he was floating. His stomach lurched as his brain tried to work through the fog going on in it. It felt like this lasted an eternity, but then another flash hit his eyes and then the only feeling he had was the sensation of falling.

Hehe, now why would that happen? What could possibly cause that orange light? Hmmm... I'll give a shout out to the person to guess what it could possibly be. See ya'll next time and don't forget to review!

~September 16, 2017~