Alex rushed to her room and shut the door behind her. She leaned against the closed door, sighing. She closed her eyes for a moment. Her parents had gotten away from Shield for a reason. Once they had gotten married, and after James was born, they had decided that that was no way to raise a child: having him worry and wonder if his parents would ever return from their current mission. They had been in the process of leaving, but were being swayed to stay, when they had discovered that she was on the way. That had been conformation for them that they couldn't stay with shield. It was just too dangerous for a family.

All the other avengers had left also. Clint Barton had been married and his third child had been born after the incident with Ultron. He had been named after her mother; Natasha, Nathaniel.

Tony Stark had married Pepper Potts, and Bruce Banner had married also, but unlike the others, neither Tony nor Bruce had had a child yet. Thor had married Sif and had a daughter, Torunn. Alex remembered making jokes about the "originality" of Torunn's name. It was literally the female version of Thor.

And then there were Natasha Romanoff and Steve Rogers. With their one year old and new born, they had moved to a slightly smaller, and quieter place. Not that San Antonio was quiet. Far from it. But it was better than New York.

The fact that Natasha had even has ONE child had been a shock. Due to her days training to become a Black Widow, the "treatments" that were required left the women that underwent them unable to bear children. In fact, long before she even met Steve or became and Avenger, her first child, who she would have named Rose, was still born. To say they were happy when they had James was the understatement of the century. And then to have Alessandra a year later had been an absolute blessing. Five years later, to have had Steve Jr., they had thought they were dreaming. But no, it had really happened. Although it left Natasha unable to have any more kids, and this time there was no way around it like before.

They had bought a three story house, with a basement that had been turned into a training room. The upper floor was her and her brother's bedrooms, as well as two guest rooms, three bathrooms, and an office. Alex had laid claim to the office, since she used it often when she needed to do some research. All the rooms had a balcony. On the second floor was the master bedroom, which of course belonged to her parents. Two bathrooms were on that floor, as well as the theater room. It could seat 20 people comfortably, and 30 slightly uncomfortably. It had a huge screen, like in the movie theaters, and its own popcorn maker with a lifetime supply of popcorn. On the first floor was a guest bedroom, as well as the kitchen, two bathrooms, the dining area, the living room, and the washing room. Connected to the washroom was a 6 car garage, which had her parents three cars, and all their Harley's. If there was ever a fire, and they could save one thing, they would save their Harley's. They were addicted to the motorcycles.

And now, with all their success and happiness, Fury was here to ruin it. She didn't want her parents going back to SHIELD. Ever. SHIELD had nearly killed her parents countless times before she or her brothers were even born.

She growled as she picked up her phone from her dresser and dialed her mother's cell, but she didn't answer. She tried her father's cell, and got the same thing. She looked at the clock. It was nearing one, so Alex figured they were eating lunch. Typical of her father to turn off their phones for lunch. He had manners like a king.

Alex sighed as she pulled her long, naturally red hair into a high ponytail. She walked out of her room, and downstairs. She slipped out to the garage, careful not to let the guys hear her leaving. She got on her Harley and rode out to go find her parents. They would be one of two places: Taco Taco or Sea island Shrimp House. She decided to try Taco Taco first.

Fury listened to Steve Jr ramble on about his parents days as an avengers as he did his homework. Fury stood by the window, and watched as Alex drove off on her Harley. Knowing she was going to get Steve and Natasha, he didn't mention it to the boys. James had gone to the other room to answer his phone, which left Nick alone with the rambling replica of Steve. Fury smiled as he thought of how much all three of the children looked like their parents.

Both boys had blond hair like their father, with eyes. Both had a good build, and obviously worked out. Alessandra on the other hand looked like the exact replica of her mother, while the boys were the replicas of their father. Like her mother, Alex had naturally red hair, which, from the pictures he had recently seen of the two women, was slightly longer than her mothers. The two women were the same height, and you could tell that Alex too worked hard on how she looked. With only a little make up on, she looked prettier than most women with a gallon of makeup on.

Steve Jr., who had confided in him that his family usually called him just plain Junior, so there was no mix up between him and his father, had closed up his history book and had put it away.

"Will you be staying with us?" He asked, hope in his eyes.

Fury felt bad to turn the boy down, but he had no choice.

"I'm sorry Steve, I can't stay. I have business I have to attend to. I have people I need to see."

"Avenger business? Are you going to see uncle Tony?" Steve asked, smiling as he mentioned his favorite 'uncle'.

Nick nodded. "Yea. And all the other avengers."

"Why?"

"Well... I think I need to talk about that with your parents around." Fury said,

"Aw come one. I won't say anything. I promise." Steve prodded.

"Well…."