Hello! The Avengers are teenagers and living in bad foster care homes. Good thing Fury is great with kids. (NOT) He's in for the challenge of his life.

Fury reads through the latest mission report, a permanent scowl on his face, and thinking lines etched across his forehead. He scowls deeper. What kind of idiots throw tear gas into the warehouse, when other SHIELD agents are inside with no masks? The SHIELD kind, that's what. He's going to have a serious talk with Division 84.

There's a knock on his office door.

"Enter." He flips the file shut, placing it in his desk drawer, as Phil Coulson, and Maria Hill walk into the dark room.

"Is there something I can help you with?" Fury drawls.

Phil and Maria take the seats in front of the desk, and Phil pulls out a briefcase.

Fury raises his eyebrows. "More mission reports?"

"Not exactly." Maria replies.

The case snaps open, and the files spill out onto the desk. Fury stares at them. "What is this?"

"Files of POI." Phil speaks up. "Persons of interest."

"Yes, Phil, I know what POI means."

Phil fidgets uncomfortably in his chair.

Fury picks up a file, and opens it carefully. "Tony Stark. Made a chemical bomb in science class, and served one month in juvenile detention." Fury glances up at the two agents with a skeptical look, then continues reading. "16 years old. Parents deceased in a car accident. Current foster parents, Julie, Frank Penning."

He picks up another folder. "Clint Barton. Bank robbery. Six months in juvenile. Father deceased. Mother's whereabouts unknown. 16 years old. Current foster parents, Cara, Adam Hiller."

"Bruce Banner. 16 years old. Anger issues. Acts of violence against fellow classmates. Parents deceased. Current foster parent, Laura Colten."

"Thor Odinson. 17 years old. Illegal gang member. Parent's whereabouts unknown. Current foster parents Mag, Henry Shock."

"Natasha Romanoff. 16 years old. Illegal drug dealer. Father is in prison life sentence. Mother deceased. Current foster parents, Laney, Hal Miller."

"Steve Rogers. 15 years old. Stole from a pharmaceutical. Mother deceased. Father's whereabouts unknown. Current foster parents, Amy, Sultan Granger."

Fury stares down the two agents. "So? They're a bunch of juvenile delinquents. What does SHIELD have to do with any of them?"

"We just got a hit from one of our snitches, that HYDRA is targeting one, Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Thor Odinson, Natasha Romanoff, Bruce Banner, and Steve Rogers. Why, we don't know, but we thought it best to take them into protective custody." Maria says. "We don't want HYDRA to get their hands on them. Whatever they're planning, it can't be good."

Fury sighs. "Why are you just sitting around here for? We have some juvenile delinquents to protect."

Tony's POV

"Tony!"

Tony sighs, and sets down his pencil. He's just finishing off his homework for the next month. (He had to bribe the teacher to give it to him.) Julie summons him again, and he scoots out from his desk, pads down the stairs, through the living room, and into the kitchen.

"Yea, Mom?" He calls.

"Would you please empty the dishwasher?"

She's standing over the stove, stirring a pot of stew. Tony opens the dishwasher, and takes out several plates.

"How's your homework coming along?" She asks.

"Good. I just have a few problems left."

"So, Tony, I was thinking."

"Uh-oh." He teases.

"Well, smart guy." She whacks him on the behind with a kitchen towel. "How would you feel about applying to college a little early?"

This stops Tony short of stacking the cups. "Wait. Seriously? But, this school year's not even over yet. It's only October. I mean, I already have the homework done for November. You mean apply this year? Mom, this is a freaking great idea! Which college would I apply to? Would they except me regardless of my age? And how does Dad feel about this?" Tony finishes slightly breathless.

"Well, you would start the beginning of next year. Which colleges you apply to is your choice. There are plenty of kid geniuses who apply to colleges, I'm sure they would accept you. Dad is supportive all the way. Whatever you decide, we're behind you. We've saved up quite the nest egg for you."

"I don't know what to say! Thank you!" He puts down the cups, and hugs his mom.

"I love you, Tony."

"Love you."

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Tony and his mom sit with their backs against the couch, bowls of stew in their hands, watching The Middle. They laugh, and joke, and Tony feels like he's in the best place in the world. His dad will be home in two hours, and be fake angry that they watched the favorite show without him.

He and his mom laugh at a comical part. There's a knock on the door. "I'll get it." He says. He sets his bowl of stew down, and crosses to the entry way. More knocks ring out. "Geez, I'm coming. You don't have to get your panties in a knot."

As soon as the deadbolt retracts into the door, he doesn't know that he's just made a deadly mistake. One that will change his life forever.

Next chapter coming soon.