Welcome Home Frank
A/N: Another prompt from Loki Firefox...
Sebastian hummed happily to himself as he entered the kitchen and headed for the fridge. There was nothing that could ruin his good mood today. Around the kitchen table, Clint, Steve, and Thor looked at the happy boy with suspicion.
"Why are you in such a good mood, Seb?" Clint asked suspiciously, knowing full-well that Sebastian's happy moods came from a well-played prank against his uncles usually.
"Frank's on the way home," the boy cryptically replied before retreating from the room. Clint stared after the boy in confusion.
"I do not understand," Thor complained as they discussed Sebastian's vague answer. "What is a Frank?"
Clint shrugged his own confusion. "It's not a 'what'," Natasha responded, taking a seat at the table with a tired sigh. "It's a who, and mankind is in danger when he gets here."
"I think we can handle it, Tasha," Clint responded with a confident smile.
"I still don't understand," Steve added. "Is it Galactus?"
"No," Natasha shook her head. "Much worse, it's Franklin Richards."
"Who?" Clint searched his memory for any reference to the name.
"He's Richard's son, you know the guy in the Fantastic Four? And he's just as smart as Blaine and Sebastian," Natasha replied. "When those three are together –" she shuddered at the thought. "Let's just say that they brought down a government, started a war, and somehow invented a cure for meningitis in the span of three weeks." She regarded the three Avengers with appraising eyes. "We'll need to add to our observation detail around the three and hope we can prevent the start of world war three when he finally gets home."
"He's just a boy," Thor scoffed in response. "He can't be that bad."
"You were saying?" Natasha raised an eyebrow at the three men as they stood in a small crater which once housed a factory.
"I don't understand how they repositioned a missile statelite and blew up a factory that created Furbies," Steve stated, disbelief and shock still coloring his face.
"Well, Blaine made a comment about how Furbies annoyed him, and Seb promised to do something about it. Since this was the only factory he knew of that still made the toy, he and Frank felt it would be the perfect target." She glanced around at the carnage. "And the rest is history."
"And now we know why you said mankind is in danger," Clint agreed. "Those three together could rule the world."
"Exactly," Natasha responded smugly. "Now how about we come up with a plausible explanation to China about why one of Iran's missile's destroyed a factory in their country."