They Young Avengers: Eternal Struggle
I do not own this Comic series I just adore. I own none of these rights or characters. I have decided after long arduous debate with myself to make this 1 giant fic rather than 10 small ones. I have also decided to make Theodore Altman the main character of this Fic. Everyone else will get almost equal screen time. He will just be the focus. I will stick to canon as best I can. If there are changes I swear, they will not be big enough to make you go insane with rage. I am going to go ahead and say this now romance will not happen for a while but I will tell you when it is coming. Another change is that I will be leaving out Iron Lad, as I would hate to give him back-story and not use him. He will just be a character. Suggestions and Tips are always welcome leave them in the reviews. Now on with the show.
Eli
My name is Elijah Bradley but just call me Eli. I am 16 and I live in the Bronx. I often get accused of being an ABM(Angry Black Man). I'm not angry at anyone in particular just the situation. You see in this messed up world where heroes are credited for many things my hero is hardly recognized at all. My hero is Captain America. Now you're probably going "Captain America is recognized all the time WTF are you talking about." Well in a sense your right but I'm speaking of the original Captain America. My grandfather Isaiah Bradley. Most people don't know that the original Captain America was black. Well he was and he is my Grandfather who I also live with.
The US made a serum for a super soldier. Before they gave the Serum to a white soldier, they gave it to group of black soldiers. This is the Tuskegee Experiment. Many Soldiers died before the Serum took to one of the soldiers, Isaiah Bradley. He was the first Captain America. He fought in the Second World War against the Nazis. He was court-martialed and discharged from the army for stealing the costume and attacking a Nazi camp. He may have stopped the Germans from making their own soldier. In the end another Captain America was made and he was dropped into the forgotten annuls of time. Until just a few days ago.
A few days ago I got into a fight at school. It was over how come Captain America and he's useless. They said his weapon was so stupid and useless. Well I told them that a shield is always strong maybe even the best weapon. The kid told me to shut up and well I got pissed. We got into it and I was suspended for three days.
I was on my way home when I got a call from my grandma telling me she needed me to pick up some groceries. She didn't know I was suspended and I certainly wasn't going to tell her. I Told her that I would after I got home from school. I wasn't in school right now and I had nothing better to do so I decided to head to the Nearest Krispy Kreme.
I entered the Krispy Kreme and there was an old lady with who I assume were her grandchildren. A man who obviously was either late for work or had Parkinson's due to the fact that he couldn't stand still for life of him. 2 guys who had problem written all over them. They were harassing the Cashier trying to get her phone number. This went on for a good 4 minutes until It started to piss me off. At this point I stood up and said "hey hood rats don't you have something better to do?" They looked at me and started chortling like a pair of hyenas. "Listen you Ving Rhames wanna be. Don't fuck with me or I will fuck you up. You heard that right, cause I feel bad picking on the weak." The taller one said. Was he trying to piss me off? Picking on the weak? My mind started pushing my body and before I knew it I had punched him right in face. He was on the ground clasping his nose which was a flaming scarlet red. The other thug jumped in to help his friend and before I knew it I was fighting two guys at once and holding my own. The Business man who had a bad twitch got in between us and broke it up. I was told to leave or the cops would be called so I hauled ass out of there to the grocery store.
I picked up the good my grandma wanted and started on my way home. It was 5:30 and starting to get a little dark. I'm not scared of the dark but I know what can happen in the dark. I was walking safeway avenue when I heard footsteps behind me. I didn't let be known that I knew they were there I just kept walking at the same pace. I walked down an alley and put the groceries down. I finally found out was tailing me and it was the thugs from the Krispy Kreme. This time however they had weapons, pocketknives to be exact. How was I going to fight them off? Hand to hand I could deal with them but weapons I wasn't so confident. I started to look around for a weapon or something to defend myself with. All there was were a couple of sticks soaked in water and a nasty trash can top. I decided that the can top was better than nothing. I picked it up and I readied myself for a fight. The tall thug charged at me and I blocked him with me can lid and punched him in the throat. Then his little friend came at me next but I just threw the lid at his head and knocked him out with it.
I had just knocked out two Thugs with a trash can lid. I was just like Captain America. I picked up the groceries and jumped over the knocked out thugs and ran home. I got to the front door and there my grandma was waiting for me with a bad scowl.
"Why are you late?"
"sorry I just got a little hung up."
"Oh I see well come in before you get a cold." I did as I was told and went to my room. I sat there thinking about what I had just done. I had been heroic. I was strong like my grandfather even if I didn't have powers. The next day something odd happened.
A boy around my age came to my house dressed in an Iron man esque costume. He came looking for the next Captain America. This was my uncle who had gone missing a year before. I however had no super powers but he didn't know that. I thought that since my uncle was not here I would take up the torch as Captain America myself. No, not as Captain America. As The Patriot.