Here is an AU based on my Avengers: Future Generation AU. This is an AU of an AU!
Long story short, the children of the Avengers were all kidnapped at a young age and raised in a secret facility by Hydra.
Here are the characters!
Morgan Stark ~ 4 years
James Rogers ~ 9 years
Jeremiah Banner ~ 7 years
Lucas Romanoff ~ 8 years
Lila Barton ~ 8 years
Indira Thorsdottir ~ 8 years
Lilith Lokisdottir ~ 7 years old
Morgan was woken from her slumber by the sound of the morning alarm, bright brown eyes popped open and she held her stuffed bunny closer to her chest.
A loud shrill shriek echoed through the halls outside her room before fading away into silence.
As the young girl repositioned herself to sit up on her bed, there was a series of heavy pounding against the hallway outside.
"Rise and Shine!" A deep voice yelled before pounding against her door, "Let's Go!"
The young girl immediately pulled the small covers off her body and stepped down from her bed, the old metal frame creaked with the motion.
The walls of the room were a smooth white stone, and the tile floors were stone gray. A single lightbulb lit up the room in a pale light that reflected off the girl's pale skin.
Against the far wall was a bookshelf stacked to the brim with all kinds of college-leveled books; Mathematics, Robotic Science, and other such high-level Textbooks.
With a small smile, Morgan gently kissed her toy bunny's head before tucking him back into bed. After fixing her sheets, the little girl quickly trotted over to a large black trunk at the foot of her bed and opened the hood.
After tying her light brown hair into a small ponytail, the young girl pulled her white nightgown off, folded it up neatly, and placed the bundle into the trunk. Afterward, Morgan changed into her usual uniform; a pair of cotton grey sweatpants and shirt, and plain white socks.
With a smile on her face, Morgan skipped over to the large metal door and gently knocked three times.
After a few seconds, there was a small beep before the metal door slid open, standing in the doorway was a Hydra Soldier.
A tall man dressed in a black uniform, with the Hydra symbol printed in red on his belt buckle. A black helmet with thick goggles covered the top half of his head, leaving only his chin and mouth exposed.
"Good Morning, Sir," Morgan greeted him with a smile.
The soldier did not reply, instead, he simply held out his gloved covered hand. Morgan eagerly grasped the man's hand and followed as he led her down the empty hallways.
As the two walked down the halls, there were no windows to be seen. No sign of the world outside of the large facility. The walls were bare, and the only lights came from the long strips of lightbulbs along the roof.
After a few minutes, the soldier stopped in front of another bare door. After typing his code into the small keypad, the locked door beeped loudly and opened.
The door opened to reveal what appeared to be a makeshift classroom.
The room was bare aside from a few small wooden desks, and tin file cabinets. The tan walls were bare, except for a few pictures done by the students of the facility.
As soon as Morgan was inside the classroom, the soldier quickly slammed the door shut once again.
Inside the room, Morgan saw the other students were already inside and seated at their desks.
Children of all young ages were scattered through small desks. In total there were six students, plus the one that had just arrived. Four girls and three boys.
"Hi everyone!" Morgan greeted as she walked towards her desk.
The students all responded in their own way, a few responded with a response, while others just smiled
With a smile still on her face, Morgan walked over to the only empty desk in the room and took her seat. Her legs dangled in the air, as her feet barely touched the ground.
After a few moments, the door of the classroom opened once again.
At the sound of the door opening, all the students quickly stood up to stand beside their desks and faced the front of the class.
An older woman entered the classroom, with straight shoulder-length platinum blonde hair and pale skin that made her blood-red lipstick stand out. She was dressed in a neatly pressed, knee/length black dress suit, and black heels that clicked against the ground with every step.
"Good Morning, Children," the teacher greeted, standing in front of her desk with her hands folded in front of her.
"Good Morning, Ms. Blackwell," Everyone in the classroom greeted back.
"You may be seated,"
All at once, the students took their seats, folding their arms neatly on their desks and facing the front of the classroom.
"Before you are dismissed for breakfast, I want to give you children a brief history lesson," Ms. Blackwell spoke in a soft yet authoritative voice, "About this facility, about the world around us, and above all, about all of you,"
The lights of the classroom suddenly dimmed darker, and a screen began lowering itself from the far wall. As soon as Ms. Blackwell stepped to the side, a video began playing on the screen.
It was a news film from many years ago, showing the many buildings being destroyed and attacked by strange creatures swarming the area.
"Four and a half years ago, there was the Battle of New York,"
The video changed to show a picture, it was a man dressed in green and black with a golden helmet with horns on his head while welding a glowing staff.
"Loki, the God of Mischief attacked our peaceful world, bringing about an alien army from the depths of space,"
In the back of the classroom, a young girl with green eyes and long black hair shifted uncomfortably in her seat.
"In order to protect the city, National Security called in a Strike Team. A team of extraordinary individuals fought together against this threat,"
The slide changed once again, only it wasn't just one photo, instead, there were six new ones. The sight of the photos caused the students to sit up higher in their seats and slight enthusiasm to show up in their eyes.
"Children, these were your parents: The Avengers,"
Photos of the famous Avengers covered the slide, pictures of The Hulk, Thor, Iron Man, Black Widow, Hawkeye, and Captain America.
"These heroes fought for the city, for the whole universe," a sympathetic look stretched across Ms. Blackwell's face, "They fought, and gave their lives for New York, for all of you. They sacrificed themselves so that each one of you could have a future,"
The teacher's words only caused the students to become sadder rather than comforting them.
"Your parents wanted you to become heroes after them, to take on the responsibility as defenders of the Earth," Ms. Blackwell's authoritative voice echoed across the room.
"That is why we built this facility. We are going to give you the opportunity to become heroes like your parents, stronger even,"
The children looked between each other in silence.
"Now, before I dismiss you," The teacher grabbed a manila folder from her desk, filled with dozens of thick notes, " We are going to give dedication to these fallen heroes. When I call your name, please stand up,"
"James Rogers,"
A young boy sitting at the front desk stood up in response.
James had light brown hair, and bright blue eyes, he was dressed in a loose navy blue hoodie over a white undershirt, black sweatpants, and white socks.
"Son of Steve Rogers, the famous Captain America,"
The slide show changed to snow dozens of photos of Steve Rogers. There was a comparison between his pre-serum form and the aftermath of the Serum. Others were small articles of WW2 and others were screenshots from the New York Battle.
The sight of his father caused James to straighten his back and arm, like a good soldier.
"Your father was the leader of the Avengers. He fought the wars of the past and future and gave the world hope when they needed it most. I hope that you will follow his example, and prove yourself to be a strong leader as well,"
"Yes, Ms. Blackwell," James responded with a stiff nod, his small voice matching the voice of a soldier.
After the young boy sat back down in his seat, Ms. Blackwell flipped to another section of her folder.
"Lila Barton,"
A young girl near the back of the class stood up from her desk. She wore a lengthy purple short-sleeved hoodie, black leggings, and socks. Her dark brown hair was tied into a neat braid that rested over her shoulder, her hazel eyes looked forward at the teacher.
"Only living descendant of Clint Barton, otherwise known as Hawkeye,"
The slide of Captain America quickly changed to a presentation of Hawkeye.
"Not a very powerful asset but he proved himself a worthy hero, even if he did fall under the spell of the enemy for half the battle," Lila quickly moved her clenching fists behind her back to hide her anger from her teacher, " I am sorry for the loss of your parents, I can only hope that you'll use that loss and turn it into strength. I believe you can be a more valuable asset to this team,"
"Thank you, Ms. Blackwell," Lila barked back but seeing Ms. Blackwell raised an eyebrow at her behavior, Lila looked down to the floor with fear.
"Lucas Romanoff,"
In the center row, a young boy immediately stood up as Lila returned to her seat. Lucas was wearing a simple white t-shirt tucked into his black sweatpants and socks. The boy had copper brown hair and bluish-green eyes.
"Son of Natasha Romanoff, alias the Black Widow,"
Once again, the slide changed to show photos of the former Russian Spy.
"Before she was a part of Shield, the Black Widow had been a dangerous asset, with a tremendous kill count. However, she gave up everything in her life, her work, her status, her family, all to give birth to you. We will ensure that was not a decision made in vain,"
"Thank you, Ms. Blackwell," Lucas responded softly, looking fondly at the pictures of his mother before sitting back down.
"Indira Thorsdottir and Lilith Lokidottir,"
Two young girls stood up simultaneously together, both dressed in simple light grey gowns. They could have passed off as twin sisters, except for their different physical traits.
Indira had tan skin, electric blue eyes, and blonde hair tied into a braided bun on the back of her head while Lilith had fair pale skin, emerald green eyes, and straight midnight black hair with a french braid crown.
"Both of your fathers became legends in one day. Thor, the God of Thunder, and Loki, the God of Mischief. Proof that we're not alone in the universe,"
Photos of research of the mythological legends Thor and Loki appeared on the screen, followed by screenshots of more current photos.
"Indira? Your father became the protector of Earth, to protect us from any extraterrestrial life that wanted to attack us. Now that he's gone, we're counting on you to carry on that legacy,"
"Yes, Ms. Blackwell," the young girl nodded.
"Lilith," the young girl flinched at the sound of her teacher's stern tone, "Your father brought hell upon our world and tried to destroy us all. We hope that bringing you here won't have you follow his example. We'll make sure you don't end up as he did,"
"Yes, Ms. Blackwell, Thank you, Ms. Blackwell," Lilith responded with a crack in her voice.
Indira tried to reach for her cousins' hands but Ms. Blackwell cleared her throat at their action, causing the young girl to stop in her action.
"Take your seats, girls,"
Indira and Lilith quickly sat back down. Hiding behind her hair, Lilith blinked back her tears
"Jeremiah Banner,"
The boy shot up like a rocket at the sound of his name, he had wavy brown hair, light brown eyes framed by thick metal glasses. Jeremiah was wearing a grey sweatshirt that hung off his thin frame and matching sweatpants. His arms were wrapped around him in a self-comforting position.
"Your father was a brilliant scientist, his discovery revolutionized evolution and mutations. That little accident turned out to be a gift, since it led to the creation of you," Jeremiah looked cautiously up at his teacher before turning his gaze back to the ground, "His condition had been passed on to you. But you have nothing to fear, dear child. We'll keep an eye on you and your condition, to ensure that you'll have full control over it,"
"Y.. y…" the young boy swallowed deeply to control his stuttering, "Y-yes M-Ms. Blackwell,"
Ms. Blackwell's lips tightened at the sound of the boy stuttering but she let it slide, this time, as Jeremiah took his seat.
"And finally, Morgan Stark,"
Morgan happily jumped out of her seat and faced her teacher with a smile.
"Daughter of Tony Stark, the infamous Iron Man,"
"Daddy!" the little girl cheered, her eyes lighting up as pictures of her father filled the slide.
The teachers' lips tightened before she cleared her throat.
"Son of industrialist Howard Stark, Tony Stark has created a new line of weapons for this world, with his power suits and arc reactor. A true waste of a genius," Ms. Blackwell then closer her files to look Morgan in her eyes, "Morgan, you have your fathers intelligence, I'm counting on you not to waste it, use it to help the world,"
"Yes, Ms. Blackwell,"
Morgan quickly turned her gaze towards the slide, showing a photo of Iron Man flying through the air while carrying a large missile. His final act.
I promise, Morgan thought to herself, I'll be like you, Daddy
I have a lot of ideas for this story, and I will get around to it after I take care of some old stories I've left behind.
Hope you enjoyed this!
