Hey, everyone! Guess which story is back from the dead? If you don't know because you've just heard of this, Son of Legends is a story I started at the end of 2013 and posted early 2014 (a long time ago, I know).

I bet you're wondering what happened here. Well, I looked over the story and I kind of cringed a little bit. Some of it didn't go exactly how I wanted it and I didn't want to waste any resources I have left. So I've decided to revisit the first story, just like AriaRose did with her crossover story. I haven't read the original one, so I'm just gonna rip out some things.

Now, Son of a Legend has become special to me once more. It's not about saving the universe and stopping evil from spreading into different worlds. This trilogy is coming of age stories. It's about redemption, family, friendship, love, and discovering who you want to be. Try it be may, I wrote this with more fleshed out stories, more dynamic characters, and I intend to make this as fresh and original as I can.

On a side note, I'm still keeping the original up for two reasons: my first and main one is that it would be a lot of work to take all of those chapters down to start over. That leads into my second reason – not only would it save me time, but it wouldn't be fair to those who have enjoyed it. So yes, I'll keep the original up while placing this one online. You can follow either one and be the judges.

So here's a new and improved version of it. Have fun and fair reading!

1. At the Beginning

June woke up, her eyes wide and her breathing hard. Once she realized that it was all a dream, the young woman seemed to relax. Absentmindedly, she reached her hand out and searched for her husband. She felt nothing but the fabrics of the sheets, and she stiffened in panic. Her eyes tried to adjust to the darkness so that she could find him.

"Steven?"

"I'm right here."

The woman looked up, noticing a dark silhouette sitting at the edge of the bed. Reaching out she turned the lamp on, casting their room into light. As she looked at him, she saw a tired look of worry in his eyes. It sometimes still amazed June that he could wake up in the middle of the night looking concerned. She sat up completely and saw that he was for once focused on something. She followed to see what it was he was gazing at, noticing the small boy in the next bed that was fast asleep.

"Steve, he's fine."

"I know," Steve said. "He would have loved the others, huh?"

June smiled sadly, wishing her little boy could have gotten a chance to spend time with the team and the kids they had. "Yeah, I think he would have. Do you think it would be sad that he wouldn't get to see the home he could have grown up in?"

"June, let's not start on that," Steve said. "All of that doesn't matter anymore. I guess it's nothing to worry about. But finding a new home now…"

"We really didn't have to leave," she breathed.

He looked away. "You know why we had to."

June sighed. She pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, resting her head against her limbs. "I wish this didn't have to happen."

Steve shifted in his spot, looking at his beloved. "I know it will seem we will disappear. We'll come back someday. In time to see the world heal again."

June smiled. She knew Steve could overcome many obstacles, not like her. After missing out on all of the things he would have lived and died for throughout the years, losing friends…losing the first love of his life, he finally found himself in a place he longed for. That was the biggest surprise he ever had! And she was not willing to let anyone take those things away from him.

"June, you both mean a lot to me right now. You both are still and always will be the best things that have ever happened to me. That will never change, not even in death."

June peeked over at their son. "I just wish he could have something that would show what we stood for."

Steve's eyes lit up. "Actually, I do have something he'll remember by."

He got out of bed and knelt down by the bedside. He reached under it and handed her a bag that he had kept for so long. She peeked inside, blinking in surprise.

"Your…"

"It was the only thing that I managed to get from the base before they sent the team after us," Steve said. He looked up and saw how uneasy she was. He placed a hand on her cheek. "Don't worry. We'll be back to where we started. I promise."

"I hope it will be soon, Steve."

"It's okay. Just remember…"

"We're doing the right thing, I know," June whispered, recalling what he told her earlier. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"Everything."

"June, you've nothing to be afraid of. You and Jack…" He paused. He knew she didn't have to hear the words to know what he was thinking, but he still wanted to say them. If not for her, then for himself. "To keep you two safe…there would never be a single damn thing I wouldn't do."

And there wasn't. Steve only hoped he could get them into Nevada before they were spotted without having to prove it to her.

The Autobot base was located on an abandoned farmyard just outside of Jasper in the middle of the Great Basin desert, provided by the town when they were ignorant on who bought the property. The barn and the other buildings were preserved hollowed out to allow the Autobots to walk around in them. The barn itself was longer and wider then most barns were, where the main section was shaped into two sections.

The first and larger one was where the Autobots spent their time walking around and interacting without fear of crushing humans underfoot. And the second smaller area was about ten feet above the ground and was where the humans normally spent their free time. It had a couch, table, television, all the things needed to keep the humans occupied.

At the moment, the base was occupied by the entirety of the Autobot team. Everyone was getting the place ready to welcome their newest family members, given how odd June sounded during her call. She had sounded uneasy and spooked when she called for a bridge. Not to mention she'd been lacking most of her usual sass, so that left the question of what had happened during her stay in Germany.

"Finished!" Bulkhead cried out happily as he stepped backwards to look at their new home.

"Ladies and gentlemen," exclaimed Cliffjumper. "We've finally did it."

"Well, it doesn't look that bad," claimed Arcee.

"Well, it's better than nothing," Ratchet sighed.

Bumblebee whirred in relief.

"Autobots, you have all done well," complimented Optimus Prime. "With all of your hard work, we were able to finish our headquarters and I would like to reward all of you tomorrow off from your daily duties."

Bulkhead sighed in relief. "Anymore work and I'll fall apart."

"All right! Let's go and enjoy the rest of the day!" Cliffjumper cried happily, but was stopped by Arcee.

"Not so fast, Big n' Red," she told him. "It's getting late and we all need our recharge."

"Recharge?" Cliffjumper gasped. "Arcee, you say that as if I never recharge. I can't believe you would accuse me of such."

"Are they here now?"

Bulkhead jumped at the sudden voice, screaming "Ghosts!" as Bumblebee jumped into his arms. Cliffjumper ran and ducked behind Optimus.

"Jeez, what is with you people?" Two tiny figures came out from behind the door, dragging a wagon behind them. "You act like the world is coming to an end."

Optimus peered down at the two smaller ones. "No, Wheelie, they are not here now," he said.

"Any longer, and I think Ratchet will have been rusty by now," Wheelie's companion said.

"Watch it," Ratchet warned.

The conversation was cut off when the proximity sensors were set off. Ratchet grumbled as he went over to see who it was. He tapped into the monitors and turned to his comrades.

"They're here," he announced.

Optimus vented calmly. "Grant them access."

Ratchet nodded as he typed in the command to open the gateway to their hideout. Before they knew it, a motorcycle drove in that carried three passengers, one of them small and clinging to the woman.

"Steven Rogers. June Darby," Optimus greeted. He glanced down at the small one. "Is this Jack?"

June looked down at her son. His eyes were wide and focused on the giant beings in front of him. He never met anybody so tall or made of metal before, although he had heard stories from his mother. It had been his mom, dad, and some other people he met in his life. Until now, the Autobots were just like a fairy tale.

"He's a little shy," Steve smiled. "Jack, these people are the Autobots. We're going to be living with them for a while."

"Autobots?" Jack let the new word roll off his tongue, finding it alien. Well, he was meeting aliens for the first time in his life, and here they were. He imagined them to look scary like the ones that attacked New York before he was born. But these people didn't look scary, nor did they act hostile to him and his family.

Cliffjumper stepped forward. "Hey there, Jack. I'm Cliffjumper but you can call me 'Uncle Cliff' because I'll be the best uncle anyone will ever have," he said with pride and feeling proud about it.

Arcee snorted at that, thinking he might be going over his head saying it. Guess it was time to introduce themselves to the kid. "Hi. I'm Arcee. And this," she pointed at Bumblebee, "is Bumblebee."

"The name's Bulkhead, and don't think that Cliffjumper will be your 'fun uncle' because I'll be the funnest uncle ever." He sent a smug look over at Cliffjumper, earning him a glare. They didn't even bother to acknowledge the looks from both parents.

Ratchet rolled his optics at their exaggeration. His attention has been caught when the boy was looking straight at him, almost as if thinking whether or not he's family. "Hello kid. My name is Ratchet and I'll be your personal medic from now on."

"Oh," Jack grumbled. He seemed disappointed.

Steve shook his head.

"I'm Wheelie, and this is Brains, also known as Mr. Personality," Wheelie greeted, putting an arm around his companion and pulling him closer.

"Why do you sound like SpongeBob?" Jack asked.

Steve and June burst out laughing. Wheelie glared at them, but it only made them laugh even harder.

"I'm not sure if I should be insulted or not," Brains mumbled about the nickname given to him.

"Well, I know that I am," Wheelie harrumphed.

Optimus smiled at the scene before him. It had been such a very long time since everyone had been this happy, as if the war never happened. This child truly was special to affect the Autobot's lives. Said boy started to look at Optimus with his wide, expressive eyes.

Bumblebee walked to Optimus, taking one of his hands so he could get closer to the boy. Optimus' spark raced when he tried to reach out to him. Jack immediately pulled one of his fingers into a tight hug.

"Looks like we know Optimus is gonna be his favorite," stated Bulkhead.

"Bulkhead, come on," Steve said, his voice hoarse from laughter.

"Greetings, Jackson," Optimus smiled softly, causing him to look up to him. "I am Optimus Prime and I welcome you to the family."

Jack had a million questions for the Autobots. Some of them were happy to answer, and they shared their own queries in return. So far they had managed to avoid the events that occurred weeks ago. It was obvious to all of them that Jack didn't want to know what had happened that forced them on the run, and so they left the subject alone. There were too many other things to talk about. But for some reason, they didn't know where to start.

"How are you feeling?" Optimus asked June.

"Well, for starters I feel tired from all the running around," she responded.

"I was inquiring about your son," Optimus said, turning to look at the small child. Jack was seated with the other four Autobots, who seemed interested in him at the moment.

"Jack?" Unintentionally, saying his own name brought a smile to her lips.

"He would have loved the others, would he not?" Optimus asked.

June closed her eyes and lowered her head. "Yeah, he would've."

Ratchet had stopped midway in his work, listening to the small conversation unfold. Worry pulsed in his spark. He heard similar exchanges such as this one, and they didn't end well. Hoping to lighten the topic, he switched to another one.

"Isn't it cold up there in Germany at this time of the year?" he asked.

"If that's your definition of cold, I can change it up for you," Steve scowled.

"Steven, let's not dredge up too much of the past," June smiled.

Ratchet hummed. It was then he realized since they entered the property there had not been one second where June and Steve had not touched each other. He stared in disbelief at the young woman he knew for so few years. The previous events had shaped her into an entirely different person, going from a carefree and jubilant young woman to…to a calm and strong mother.

"Child's getting sleepy," Arcee announced. June looked up and saw her coming up with the boy cradled gently in her hands.

"Here, I'll do the deed," Ratchet said as he carefully took the boy.

"Ratchet, I can take him," Steve protested as he stood up.

"Yip-ep-ep," Ratchet interrupted. "If I try to give him to you, he'll likely wake up and start crying. And you know that the crying is the least I enjoy out of human children."

Optimus inwardly rolled his optics. He knew Ratchet more than that. There was no way he was letting go of the boy that easily.

Steve seemed to understand, and sat back down.

"I just can't believe you guys came back after all this time," Brains said. "If I had known something like this would've brought you back to us, I would've had them do this sooner."

"And she'd kill you if she found out you were behind it," Wheelie stated.

"Touché," Brains agreed.

There was so many questions June wanted to know, but she was careful to avoid leading the conversation towards anyone else, not wanting to feel upset all over again. "Have any of you heard from the others?"

Ratchet cleared his vocal cables. "Well, last I heard from Whitman he now works at Rand Corporation. Ms. Madsen was rehired at the NSA. Shame, because I think she deserved better."

"Dutch, from what I heard, is doing fine himself," Arcee said. "He now owns a place in Colorado. It's one of those—" She paused and narrowed the ridges over her optics.

"Collectible shops," Cliffjumper said.

"That's it," Arcee said.

"And the other two boys?" Arcee asked. "Where are they?"

"Can you believe what Spitz did?" Bulkhead smiled. "He went back to school. And he didn't just go, he graduated. I can't believe he made it that far. You'll never guess where he is right now — Alexandria."

"Really?" June raised a brow. "Well, what about Simmons?"

Beeps, clicks and whines came from Bumblebee. He presented them with a hard cover book from the fold of his armor. Steve took the book for further inspection. June scooted over to get a better look at it.

"The Constitution Project?" June looked up. "He wrote this?"

Ratchet sighed. "Unfortunately, yes. On the plus side, it was a success. I couldn't get anyone to stop reading it."

"How can you?" Bulkhead piped. "It's really good, Ratchet. You should give it a try!"

"I might have if he hadn't gone as far as to…you know."

"I always thought he would end up in government work," Steve said. "But I kind of thought he'd be one of those lunatics who create their own conspiracy websites."

"Well, he thought of doing that. But that man hasn't been able to get around much," Ratchet said.

"Yeah, especially after the fight in Germany and…" Wheelie stopped. He hadn't meant to bring this there.

"Yeah," Steve whispered "After."

June looked up at him. Over the course of their stay in Germany, he had so much anger in his mind that she had been afraid that he was about to reach a breaking point. The thought of losing Jack, as he learned, taught him to keep going after that. But it broke her heart more when they had all parted ways in bad terms. She turned her gaze to the Autobots. She made sure that she was holding their optics with her eyes so she would know she had their attention. She never liked to touch the subject. But she had to let them know what really happened.

"I just want you all to know: any of the stuff they said about us isn't true."

The room seemed to stand still, and June was aware of Steve grabbing tightly to the couch. There was no noise, only a single sentence left hanging in the air, waiting for a reply. Each Autobot looked at each other, afraid of saying something, but unsure as to what to respond with.

Optimus provided her with the definite answer, looking straight at her and giving her a simple nod.

"We know."

Steve waited for June to get Jack to settle onto the couch before he slipped out with Arcee to the town. He looked at the country as they zoomed down the highway. He breathed through his nose and looked ahead. Their little boy would grow up without the things they had worked for. He wasn't kidding. June and their son always will be the best thing that ever happened to him out of the seventy year sleep he had. He would never see that given up just to keep out of government reach.

Arcee pulled up to a building that resembled a warehouse. He got off and entered the building. He was surprised to see a familiar six foot tall man with sandy brown hair and blue eyes.

"Hank?"

The man looked up and smiled. "Hello, Steve."

"I thought you quit on us."

"I did. I was just coming back to collect some things." He looked around at the items strewn over the shelves. "I just hope that Tony hasn't messed with them."

"Doctor, you know you're always welcomed back."

Hank stopped in the middle of his collecting and paused. "And you can still keep your family safe in Manhattan." Then he looked up adding, "But I guess you didn't have much of a choice. I do."

"I know how much she meant to you," Steve said. "I just don't understand why you sent your daughter and nephew away."

"I don't wish to hurt them by knowing the truth," Hank confessed. "I can't imagine their reaction towards it. I'm hoping that I'm doing the right thing."

Steve looked out the doorway. "I hope so too."

"Don't worry about it," Hank said. "I'm sure that one day you'll be able to find your way back."

"Only if you find yours."

"Probably not after this."

Steve smiled. "What good would that do now?"

I hope you liked it. If you did, please R&R! :)