Just as Alex, Steve Jr., and James finished their talk, Steve called up the stairs.

"Alex? Can you and your brother's come down here please?" He said, and waited for their answer. He received one, but it wasn't a verbal one. He heard the pounding of running feet coming down the stairs as he sat down. Both boys came bounding into the room, followed by their sister. She however, was walking.

"We need to talk to you kids." Nat said. She was too nervous to sit; she prefered to pace. "Sit down."

The two boys complied, but Alex, being her mother's double, remained standing. She leaned against the fireplace, which was a few feet away from where Fury sat.

He was the first to bring up the Avengers. "I've talked to your parents, and now I need to talk to you guys."

Before he could continue, Steve Jr. spoke up. "About the Avengers, right?"

Alex shushed him from her place at the wall, but Fury looked at the boy. "Yes. About the Avengers." Then he looked at Alex and then to James. "I take it you have already discussed this?"

Alex spoke, being the leader of the three, although James was older. "We have. And I take it you want us to fill our parents shoes?" She countered.

Steve and Natasha looked at eachother, then to Fury as he replied. "Yes. You see-"

"You don't need to explain it to us." Alex said, her arms crossed, cutting him off as she moved from the fireplace, and circled around behind her father. "Yes, he have discussed it. And we are willing to train under you or whatever you plan. On one condition."

All eyes were on her. Especially James and Juniors. They were mouthing "NO NO NO" at her, but she ignored them. They were terrified of what she would say. They hadn't discussed a "condition".

"And that is?" Fury asked.

"That Junior here is safe. I don't care about my own safety, and I know James feels the same way. We're the kids of Black Widow and Captain America. We were born to be badass. As was Junior. But he's just a kid. I know he wants to be like mom and dad, but he's just a little kid. You give me your word that he won't be thrown into any trouble or threats, and we'll do it."

Junior nearly yelled. "No! I can take care of myself! I'm not a little kid! Hell no!"

Steve sat up. "Language young man!"

Just then, unexpectedly, and angry little Steve Jr. charged at his sister, who was again leaning against the wall. Cornered, she had no choice. It happened so fast that everyone was stunned.

Alex jumped up, high enough to avoid her little brother, and used her feet to push away from the wall. She front flipped and landed on her feet, a few feet from the little boy who had face planted into the wall. Both her parent's mouths were hanging open. Steve was standing now, as James checked Junior for injuries.

"Are you ok?" He asked his younger brother.

"The only thing that's hurt is his pride." Alex snapped. She then looked to Fury again, who had a small smile on his face. "We have a deal?"

Fury rose from his seat and held out his hand. "We have a deal."

Alex shook his hand and with that, she walked up the stairs. A moment later, her stunned mother followed her, leaving the men and boys there alone.

All of them looked at eachother, and then all eyes were on Steve Jr., waiting for his answer. Knowing that if he didn't agree, his sister would probably, no, she WOULD beat the tar out of him, he nodded.

"Whatever." Then he walked out angrily. Fury shook Steve and James' hands and left after a few words of goodbye, and a promise to get back to them when he talked to the others. Steve looked at his oldest child, and sighed.

"I have a bad feeling about this…."