Episode 1, Recruiting. Part 1, New Titans.

Nightwing stood in front of the table, in the space station. The Watchtower of the Justice League was the center of their operations around the world. It was built by Batman, and funded by a department of Wayne Enterprises.

Basically they sold toys, clothes, snacks, games, and of course Comic books of their 'adventures' to the public. A large portion went into funding the League, and paying relief funds, but a good chunk was also donated to various charities.

Wayne Enterprises actually saw very little profit from their superhero merchandise, but seeing as Batman owned the company that hardly mattered to him. That was just a small portion of their multi billion dollar company anyway.

Taking a breath, Nightwing began the meeting he requested. He didn't usually have much too do with the founding 7 members of the League... but he needed their resources, to find and recruit the kids.

"In recent years," Nightwing began. "The number of superheroes has greatly increased. That includes teenagers. I think we need to start expanding the Titans. You guys already put a lot of resources, into helping your own sidekicks. I just think we need to put more effort, into protecting the others."

"What brought this on," asked one of the Green Lanterns, Hal Jordan.

Nightwing gave a shrug. "This has actually been building for me, and the older Titans. We wanna help the kid heroes, like you guys helped us. But we wanna help all of them. Leaving none to fend for themselves. There are a lot more teenage heroes running around, then when I dawned my kevlar tights."

"Take Static for instance. He's only 15, but we don't do a damn thing to help him. He actually ended up saving OUR asses when Brainiac tried to destroy the world again. The kid might be powerful but he's still a kid. He shouldn't be out there on his own.

"The reason many of you, took in sidekicks, is because you realized, we were going to do this no matter what any older heroes told us. That we have the same drive as yourselves, and all trying to stop us would have done, is encourage us not to go to you, when we were in over our heads.

"So you gave us the tools we needed, to survive this life."

"I realize we can't personally train each kid, one on one. However, The Titans have our own base, which I've been funding with the trust fund Batman gave me... if the League would be willing to help me with funding, and locating the kids.

"We could set up class room like teaching sessions. To help with everything from homework to super villain fights. Teach these kids how to balance their desires for hero work, while not neglecting their personal lives, or academic responsibilities.

"We could use existing resources, to help all teen heroes."

• Meanwhile, with Wiccan, at Avenger's Tower .

Wiccan, my name was Wiccan, that was the first thing I knew. Yet other information poored into my brain. In a moment, I had all the knowledge of Midgard. Including the complete magical grimoires of every known magician on the planet. I knew everything... even secret knowledge of the moons.

The sudden rush of info had startled me awake, yet my brain was so spinny, I didn't attempt to open my eyes. I even had the full knowledge of media from all these sources, and from that I extrapolated my own sense of "Morality". One I felt would fit in with the evolution of social norms. Yet I had never opened my eyes.

These were my first thoughts... my first spark of conciousness... it was a bit overwhelming, to suddenly be born with all this knowledge, so much information. My head was spinning... and I couldn't help but fall back asleep from the strain of my first thoughts.

"Vivian... what have you done?"

The sound of voices woke me. I slowly forced my eyes to open, eager to see who was talking... and hoping it would be mother... yet she wasn't here. I was floating in a Sphere of embryonic fluid... yet this wasn't a proper womb... it was made of glass and metal, not flesh... My body was also in an odd state of development. I was clearly a more mature fetus, yet at the same time my body was in it's early teens.

The Sphere could barely hold me. I was curled around myself... like I was in an egg of metal and glass... and more round I suppose... I had never seen an egg with my real eyes, yet I knew what it looked like... and tasted like... I suddenly found myself wanting an egg. Or rather egg "batter" with bread fried in it... french toast did sound good... but that would have to wait until I was born... I could tell already, I was going to have a sweet tooth.

Outside the sphere was a lab, more advanced then most on Midgard. Beside me was another Sphere... with another boy inside... my brother? Yes, the index supplied that was my brother. A twin that developed during the early stages of development. The creator decided to move him into his own tank, to prevent me from reabsorbing him due to lack of space.

Beyond us, deeper into the lab, were two people. They looked equally as frustrated with the other. They were a dark red in color, with patches of blue, and thin gold lines. Though they were dressed in common Midgardian fabrics... making me very aware of the fact I was naked... my brain supplied that it was a cultural taboo to be nude around other people... I could feel myself flush with embarrassment... my first ever blush.

The people outside my Sphere didn't seem to care though... one was a girl... the creator, my sister, though the index, in my brain, told me it was abnormal to be created by your sibling. Beside her was our father. His organic metal body had been artificially spliced with a carbon unit, to create a new model of biological androids, such as myself and my brother, in the other Sphere.

The girl, the creator, was about my own age... perhaps a few weeks older. She was knew and wasn't filled with all available information yet. So she was still innocent. She was still in the process of being programmed, herself.

Father should have been watching her more closely... though part of me was glad he didn't, as otherwise I would never have been conceived. She was currently pouting at our father, not understanding what she had done wrong.

"You said families reproduce. So now that you have children, with The Scarlet Witch, we're a family. I have a mom now."

Our father... did not look pleased. "Vivian..." Father tried to explain. "That is not how families work. You cannot just make people."

"That statement is inaccurate." Sister tilted her head, more curious then anything else. "As not only have I created 2 fully operational Organic Androids, you created me."

Father sighed, rubbing his forehead, "I mean it is unethical. It is inappropriate to steal DNA, especially for the purpose of creating life. You can't just force people into families, due to having genetic offspring."

"But... my ethical research shows, if children are involved, it is considered honorable for the parents to marry." The creator frowned... I had a better understanding of ethics then this girl.

"Honorable, but not an obligation. Besides, if you had done more thorough research, you would have realized it is a cultural taboo to force someone into marriage by deliberately conceiving a child. And I have no intention of forcing Wanda into that situation, just because you want a mother."

Father sighed, "I suspect, you deliberately stopped your research once you got the answer you wanted, that way nothing could contradict it..." he wagged a finger at her, to which she looked down guiltily. "I need to do more work on your morality program... Wanda and I haven't even been dating very long." he gestured at me and my brother. "This only complicates things."

The girl sighed, "Shall I terminate the experiment?" and I felt a spike of panic shoot through me. I wasn't even to be born?

Thankfully father had a different idea, "The merits of abortion is not something I am qualified to contemplate. You created these boys, using DNA you stole from myself and my romantic partner. They are alive, and innocent in this.

"I will finish developing them. It should take a few more months, given the transparency of their bodies... I also need to get things ready for them. Plus I need to work on their programming, as I have my doubts you are capable of properly instructing them on the difference between 'right' and 'wrong'... While I'm at it, I should also have a look at your own programming."

The girl sighed, "I hate being reprogrammed."

Father waved off, "I will be careful to keep your personality subroutines intact."

The girl pouted, "Still feels weird." Then looked up at Father. "What-what about Scarlet Witch?" She asked.

"I will not force her into anything, and so, I don't want you to tell her just what you did to create the boys... she doesn't need to know you created them from her DNA... and you will not attempt to do anything like this again."

The creator continued to pout, not comprehending the implications of creating life. Father sighed again, before walking over to my brother. He changed directions when he saw my eyes looking at him.

I instinctively closed my eyes... a tad bit intimidated. I waited a few seconds, but when nothing happened... I grew curious... peeking, I saw a hand, pressed against the glass... was he taking sensor readings of me?

Father smiled, "Hello little one?" I don't know why he said that as a question, as I was unable to answer him. "You need a name, don't you?"

"His name is Wiccan." The creator grinned, all proud of herself.

Father gave yet another sigh, "That is not a proper name. He needs something the humans can relate to..."

"Humans can't relate to your name?" Vivian blinked.

"I have found, being called 'Vision' well even in civilian garb, makes it difficult for organics to relate to me... Wiccan, is a suitable code name, if he chooses to go down the path of his parents... but he needs a real name... Wiccan... William? Does that sound suitable?" father asked me despite my inability to answer.

I wish I could, because I immediately hated that name... far too formal...

Father smiled, as he gently stroke the glass of my tank. "Welcome to the world, William..."

Whatever my apprehension of the name itself... I could feel the love in Father's voice as he said it... guess I could get used to it...

• With Hukling.

The Skrulls, and Mar'Vell herself, are based on the MCU movie, "Captain Marvel". So the skrulls, and Super Skrull in particular, are good guys.

Teddy... wasn't human. He looked human, but that was because he wished to. He wasn't anything close to human... feeling even more out of place, then a normal 16 year old.

Kl'rt, his father, and a Skrull Soldier, had never hidden that from him... but he insisted they must hide from everyone else.

His mother, Mar'vell, was a Kree scientist. But as Teddy understood it, the two species were at war.

His father never lied to him about what the experiments were for. Teddy was a hybrid. His biology was unstable... with the Kree blood rejecting his Skrull's shapeshifting nature. That's why Teddy got sick so often.

What he didn't know, was how close to death he was.

Father did everything to save his child. Even accepted his own experimental procedures, in order to test if they would be compatible with his son.

After what happened with the Fantastic Four, The Skrull scientist wanted to see if they could replicate the Cosmic storm, that gave the humans their powers... they succeeded.

They managed to use controlled Cosmic radiation, to graft whatever powers they wanted. Giving Kl'rt all the abilities of the Fantastic Four... unfortunately, after studying the man, and running thousands of various test and simulations... the scientist determined the procedure would accelerate the boy's condition.

The scientist, true to their word, kept looking for a way to stabilize the boy's DNA. But it wasn't until he was 9, that an... Unorthodox method, was thought up.

• 7 Years Ago.

Loki smiled, looking at the sample of The Hulk's blood. The man grinned at the opportunity he was given.

"You're a better king then I thought you'd be," Mar'vell commented. As the Kree woman walked into the room.

"Not everyone who thirst for power is incompetent," Loki smiled, studying the blood. Depositing a drop on a slither of glass, and examining it more closely, under a microscope.

"You've been king for a year now," Mar'vell observed. "In that time, you've ended world hunger, stopped the recession, given equal rights to various minorities; From Blacks, to Gays, to Mutants. Made harsher laws against Police brutality, while initiating better training programs for them. Even giving better pay to high risk jobs. While Making Minimum wage the cost of living, in that area.

" Getting rid of federal taxes, well upping sales tax to 25%. I have mixed feelings on that one... although the fact you don't tax food, or generic toiletries, or any other necessity, does make that easier to swallow.

"The IRS was even repurposed to figuring out the cost of living, in every city, to small town, and collecting sales tax from businesses.

"You've done a lot of good... which... is surprising," Mar'vell commented.

Loki shrugged, "I've been king over a City State, the size of a Galaxy, for the past 300 years. With thousands of cycles, before that, being taught how to rule. I know how to govern."

"I've got to admit," Mar'vell casually shrugged. "I half expected you to run around, killing everyone to question you... but you didn't even kill the Avengers. And they are openly trying to dethrone you."

"That would just make them martyrs," Loki dismissed. "A dead man can do far more damage then a live one."

Despite Loki's intentions, as a benevolent dictator... the Avengers succeeded in running him off the planet.