"Hell no! I repeat, Hell. No! You are not permitted to go into my baby! She's beautiful I know, but I'm picky about who gets in her! Like, I need to know a person before they go and –live- in her. And how am I supposed to know if you ain't gonna go and stab me in the middle of my sleep-or rather zap me? The thing is that I don't! So it's a no! A no!" Tony flailed when the need called for it, to add dramatic effect. Happy, the driver, kept on stopping and going once more a lot due to his employers words, each time he would be told to be stopped but then either one of the Agents would tell him to go again. The agents trusted their employers, although perhaps not the teen in the car with them. The agents and Stark were in this car while the others were in the other car, driven by Happy's apprentice, Gavin Smootch.

It has been more than 2 Midgardian years since the incident that started sparked the superhero group into being and no trace of the destruction is now visible, except the grievous mental damage that still lingered in the mind of a few. However, visually, everything was practically sparkling with order and repair. Some parts of the Avengers Tower actually did sparkle due to a mysterious prankster that plagued the tower. All most saw was a tall figure with black hair. Barton's paranoid questions to Thor about this being his brother-God of Mischief and all that- were met with denials, and in fact a week after that evidence was delivered that Loki was still imprisoned. A lock of his hair, dry and nutrient-deprived. This gave the agent more satisfaction then one might suspect at first.

Bruce was vaguely excited for their teen guest, the doctor's excitement was visible to everyone and everything. The man still had the director's words lingering in his ears-Previously, only Thor had a chance of defeating the rageful giant, and that was only on a good day. Perhaps now the evil part of him, the one responsible for deaths and destruction could be better tamed. Perhaps he could have more control. Poisonous thoughts then crept in-Its not a evil part of you, Bruce. It's you. You are a monstrous being who did all that..Did all that to Harlem.-The man listens to the venom tongued voice more than he should.

Clint was, of course, freaking out a little bit with Thor and Natasha, Clint because he did not know what Danny could do and his abilities, and how he knew the men, Fury and Coulson. Thor was so dismayed that the weather outside was starting to look very cloudy and the humity was swiftly climbing-The boy was no human, nor of any race he knew, although the he did have a feeling that the draugr were somehow related to him. Worry for his sheild-brothers made his right hand twitch for the mighty weight of his uru hammer in it.

The female agent did not show her emotions at the moment, although through the past two years she had grown to be able to cast off her mask and...free herself. But the emotions that bubbled under slowly aging cells painted a picture of confused trust and wariness, along with a similar itching for violence that Thor had. There were too many unknowns with this; Who the child really was and what he was, and why was he stuck here. The wariness came with the question of whether her superiors were potentially hiding extremely important information.

In the car that was heading towards the towering sky-scraper, Danny was watching the faces and actions of the Avengers very carefully right now, he too did not wish to live with the Avengers but his telepathic conversation with Clockwork told him that he must stay with them to observe and help them. Danny already knew a vast majority of the events that were to follow and the events that could happen. This was a side effect of being a being that lived in most of the universe and living in all of those universes practically at once. But the situation at hand was growing important and everything could be messed up by the smallest of things. So he had to make sure that the best ending happened because this, according to Clockwork was a chrono-singular event. What this means it can happen once with outside forces involved.

But, Danny knew, the juicy stuff won't happen until some point in the future, hopefully not too far off. . Until then he guessed that he could learn more about the time-area in this heartbeat and see how it compares to previous ones.

Now I, the narrater will explain the term "heart-beat" that is used here. Now every 20 or so billion years the universe implodes as there is no more usable energy to combat the force of gravity that always threatens to shrink the universe back into the primordial state. Then the little sub-microscopic particle that the universe ends up as, explodes out and out with renewed energy from one particular source. That's the Big Bang, that expansion. Then 20 billion years later it implodes. Rinse and repeat. The universe is a heart, it pumps not blood but ecto-energy that is also known by the scientists of this time as 'dark energy'. This is the source of Clockworks and Danny's longevity and might. They are the only things in the universe which are fully immortal, living beyond each implosion and explosion. Danny's original heartbeat (both inside and outside) has long since ended and, sure, he can visit the other heartbeats, but not his own.

To make this even more confusing, one must remember parallel universes, universes that knit together in the endless space of the void and all are different and all end and are reborn as ours does.

Now no one knows of this cycle but….

"Aw shit!" Tony yells and interrupts us, the team and their guest have arrived at the main floor of the Tower. The reason for this outburst and the subsequent head held in his hands is the green and purple colours spray painted across the walls. He would have been just the bit less melancholy if the colours were his own. Now who do you suppose did that?

...

Now, after the spray painted walls were found by the Avengers, Tony walked away moaning about 'damn pranksters with shitty hair.' Thus leaving Clint and Bruce to clean the mess up with the materials that were already at hand. Natasha then said that she could give their guest a tour, which all knew that it was going to be much more than that. No one stopped her for they knew she was doing it for the better. When she turned at a corner at a floor below and pinned Danny the wall with her strong arms, this did not seem to faze the boy at all. In fact he looked as if he expected it. Natasha was intrigued by this but continued to do what she must.

"Now, kid, who are you and what do you want?" She said gently—But those soft tones oozed threat and promises.

"My name is Danny Fenton and I really want for you to stop pushing me against this rather unpleasant wall." He said in his near monotone voice, looking up at her as she had just the smallest of height advantages. In response Natasha pushed him more against that 'unpleasant' wall.

"Cut the crap." She said, leaning in closer, her pristine teeth close to his throat. One of those teeth was hollow on the inside and hid a cyanide pill that she would be willing to bite if ever a situation calling for it would come.

"From where might that be coming from?"

"You know, I am a Shield spy trained for most of anything—Interrogation methods was what I learned on my second day. Under my hands you can melt like butter." She smoothly lied. Shield didn't teach her as much as she let on, she knew many things from the time the Iron Curtain was lifted all over Eastern Europe and Stalin was still the almost king of her homeland.

"Is that a threat?" Danny cooed.

"It's a statement of fact."

"Oh I am so scared."

"Are you mocking me?" She bit down the urge to raise a brow. It wasn't that difficult to do.

"Why would I do that?" Natasha decided that the talk must go back to the way she wanted it to go before.

"Are you a child soldier? Do you wish harm on my team?" 'Do you want to hurt Barton' was left unsaid.

"Not a child soldier, no, merely an ordinary kid from Illinois.."

"What are you? You aren't human, nor any mutant. The tower security would have picked up the X gene in you if that was the case."

"I'm a teen."

"Give me a real answer."`Natasha's fingers tightened around his wrists, a warning. Danny decided it was high time to flip the tables.

"Agent, remember Dr. Borgacheff? Dr. Vasily?" Natasha's eyes widened and her grip slackened for a moment before it tightened into a strong grip—Stronger then that of a normal human being's..

"How did you-" She knew there was use in playing innocent, but she was interrupted.

"How did I know? I know everything about everyone in this universe, I know about that, I know about Anthony's sleepwalking, about Clinton's nightmares, about Thor's fears, about Bruce's view of himself, about Asgard's former prisoner, about how deep down inside you want to be a little girl again, to be free of all these burdens, of all the experiments that happened to you, of all the things you did to your former 'clients'." Danny paused to let it in, and phased his hands out of her painful grip.

"That is a threat and a statement of fact, Miss Romanov." Then suddenly Danny disappeared and reappeared to Natasha's left.

"I understand that you need answers, lust for them, but I can only give a few. I really am from Illinois and am half human, and I am here to change something and find someone very important. Now, bye for now." Then he dispersed.

...

Tony was a little more than annoyed right now. First some albino, skinny as hell kid takes his battle glory, then said skinny as hell kid goes and says he must live in HIS tower, and then the prankster or jokester goes and violates his walls by spray-painting them. Again. This is the eighth prank this week and the hundredth and something since it started a number of months ago.

Tony was currently strolling to his lab to upgrade his suit, all the while fuming. When he opened the doors he roared and sagged. Right there, in the place where his once glorious gold and crimson suit stood, now a pink and purple suit that was once that gold and crimson suit stood. Also in its right hand was a pink, plastic looking stick that looked like a wand, and, AND, with glowing, pink and purple butterfly wings glued to the back. He could have appreciated the amount of work that went into this if not for the fact that he was victim here.

This was the last straw, he could feel something snap in his brain and his body flooded with the desire to catch stronger than what he ever had before. His fingers itched for a neck to strangle.

"This means war!" Tony hissed, the venom clear in his low voice.

All the way in Boston, in a committee meeting, Pepper Potts could swear that chills ran down her spine.

((Another chapter done!))