The Young Avengers - IC

Sometimes the young man amazed even himself...

As the small building tucked deeply into the buildings and structures of Washington DC shut its lights for the evening. The young raven black haired man strolled through the hollow halls of the building. Any and all security the building had being turned a blind eye through the small, keychain like device kept hidden away in the young man’s pocket. A sort of enhanced EMP transmitter that kept the cameras from being able to identify him as an intruder, or the fingerprint scanners from distinguishing his print from any of the regulars. It gave him a chance to really slip into the deep areas of this federal section. There was the computer he seeked. It was a new installation, built for the recently created Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division of the CIA. In it was a variable library of information on anyone, at any time, about anything. Course the young man knew of almost all of it himself, he proudly but quietly boasted to himself. However there was some information he could stand to learn.

As the massive computer system hummed away, he typed in the names of nine people. Nine people who have been a thorn in his side for some time now. However, now he could take them at a more perfect time of history for himself. They would be younger granted, but they would very under-experienced, and would be easy pickings at this moment. As the computer pulled up their personal information, driver licenses for those with one, addresses, places of employment and schooling. He carefully took his time writing it all down in a small notebook. Noting the fact that it seemed the organization has been keeping an eye on the nine figures as well. “Excuse me young man, what exactly are you doing with private property?” The stern voice from behind the young man caused him to stop, having just finished and putting away his notebook. “Just taking down some information for Fury before clocking out for the night.” The young man lied, keeping his back to the older man who now had a handgun trained to him. “Yeah I’ll bet, hands where I can see them kid.” The bluff failed, but he expected it. As the young man carefully pulled a small metallic ball from his pants pocket. “As you wish.” Slowly he began raising his hands, only to stop, tossing the ball behind himself. It caught the older man right on the chest, releasing a concentrated blast of gas into his face knocking him out cold. The pistol tumbling to the floor along with the man. “Well then mister....” The young man approached the unconscious body, pulling up the name tag that dangled off the end of the lanyard around the man’s neck. “Coulson... sweet dreams.” The young man chuckled to himself as he strolled away.

The next morning, New York City

Clint sighed as he poured himself a cup of coffee from the crusty old coffee machine. His roommate Scott having left for his work at a nearby record store for the day. It was Saturday so Clint had the day off from his job, he didn’t have many plans for it besides the usual. Martial arts practice, target practice, and probably visit the record store for kicks before the night fall. It was reflecting on the plans for the day that caused him to not notice that a slightly younger man, more cleaner cut looking, was arriving to and hanging upside down from the apartment’s sole window with a hand. “Aw look, inner thoughts being reflected over in a brooding manner. So chic!” Clint snapped out of his thought, glancing over and sighing annoyingly at his guest. “God dammit Peter... my front door is over there, try using it some time.” Clint stated, pointing over to said door. “Yeah I tried it once, its very overrated.” Peter in a fluid motion flipped around and landed seating onto Clint’s windowsill before slipping off to stand. “What do you want?” Clint growled before taking a sip of coffee. “Just checking up on ya, since last night you kinda just ditched out midway through the night patrol.” “I had a concert to go to with Scott, besides things were slow enough you didn’t need me around.” Clint took another sip as Peter noted the unique nature of his apartment, weirdly the same size as Peter’s room back in his house. “You kidding? We always need someone around just to keep Loki from being his usual spazzy self. I say that from personal experience too you know. I mean granted you didn’t miss much besides the usual array of thieves, rapists, and a drunk.” “Sounds like a blast.” Clint sarcastically stated before finishing his morning coffee and putting the mug into the sink. “Just excuse me if the typical parade of criminals have been a bit under whelming lately.” Clint folded his arms, already beginning to wonder if he’d be able to heave Peter out of the apartment window and if he’d survive it, anything to get that nerd to leave. “Look I’ll join you guys tonight but after that I’m taking a break.”

As the night began things started quiet as usual, however it didn’t take long for something to start. It was a big thing too, major bank heist of ten people. Stole an armored truck, and were ransacking a bank of anything it had. As the ten of them, each dressed in the same long sleeved black shirts, jeans, and black ski masks, proceeded to run sacks of money out of the bank. There was a rhythm to it all, saying that they had either practiced it, or just really like coordinating. Suddenly though one of the men’s sack of money got ripped from his hand, turning to see it get stuck to the stairs by an arrow. “Alright hands up make it easy on yourselves and all that. Or don’t. I feel like beating people up tonight.” Also rang out as Spider-Man landed on the top of the armored truck.

Carol woke up and looked at her clock to check the time for no particular reason as she had the weekend off from the restaurant. Getting up and dressed she checked her phone for todays events. Kickboxing in the morning and Jiu-Jitsu in the afternoon were her only plans, prior to the usual night patrol for the usual array of petty criminals. Carol sighed as she popped a bagel into the toaster, the urban legend the team had created appeared to have scared the big fish out of the city. Nowadays they were lucky to deal with anything above the usual mundane everyday stuff. Grabbing her breakfast she opened her laptop to check her email and to see if anyone had replied to her listing for a roommate. "Nothing but the usual spam, mail from Mom and Dad and enquires from trolls and pedophiles" she said before finishing off her bagel and grabbing her gym bag and running out the door.


The day had gone well and Carol was smiling as she suited up. "Time to keep the peace" she said as she took off in the night sky. The night started like any other bag snatching's, muggings and the other usual petty crime which she dealt with before checking her watch. "Crap this Mickey Mouse shit has made me late" she swore before flying off to meet the team. It was she heard what sounded like a lot of noise coming from a nearby bank flying quickly toward the noise she saw an armoured truck surrounded by guys in black emptying the bank of all it's valuables. She was about to step in when she saw an arrow take a bag out of one of the robbers hands, followed quickly by the sight of Clint and Peter arriving as Peter landed on the truck and tried to goad them into a fight.

Smiling Carol said to herself "I'll let the guys handle this one and step in if they need me".

"297...298...299....300." Steven jumped up from doing push ups, sweat making his skin glisten. He picks up a dampened towel and looks around. Ever since spec ops training, they had paid for him to live in a small apartment at new york, he is very grateful. "Thank you." He says to no one in particular. His apartment was very small, and littered with posters of other super heroes, and the American flag. He salutes it and walks out the door. It's a bright day, crowds bustle around him, he looks up at the sky and sighs. "Today... volunteer at the homeless shelter, help clean the animal shelter, and oh, night patrol. I don't know if I'll see any others, but hey, cleaning the streets. Wonder if they'll invite me to the team." Steven sighs and walks off towards the homeless shelter.

He makes it to his shabby temporary living situation at the start of nightfall. He picks up a staff that leans on the wall beside his bed, and puts on a suit, it's just a flag suit, that people had made for him when they'd given him a name. "Captain America..." He says rather happily. He burst onto the streets moments later and hops on his schwinn, he's always wanted a harley, but a bicycle will do. "Clear the pollution!" He says as he takes off, he had heard on his police scanner of robbers, ten of them robbing a bank close by.

He pulls up as Spider-man stands on the armored truck. "Greetings Spider person!" He says as he stands, then jumps off his bike and lands behind the armored truck. "Captain America, reporting for duty, sir!"