Franklin had concern and worry running through him as Quentin came back to them looking he got punched directly in the brain. Though the joke about coffee was enough to distract and confuse Franklin for a.moment. "I uh...could still get you a cup if you want Quentin.". Franklin told him giving an awkward yet friendly smile.

Still the news was the last thing Franklin had wanted to hear. He was hoping Jack had just ran off, stubborn as he usually was when Alex bossed him around too hard. This though was terrible on so many different levels. Not only were they now possibly in over their heads. Valeria's theory about magic being involved had a lot more weight to it. Granted Franklin still didn't fully believe it, him and his father shared more than just genetics after all.

Sighing with a sad tone Franklin ran a finger through his dirty blond hair. A clear sign to Valeria his worry, as it was something hd did when he felt sick with worry or just plain overwhelmed. Franklin paused in thought before going to his pocket once again. "Alright sis we did your plan, now its my turn.". He turned from her to Quentin, giving him a faint smile of assurance. "Actually there is something you can do for me."

Pulling out a newspaper clipping Franklin handed it to Quentin, an article on a group of young superheroes. "they're called the Young Avengers. The avengers aren't particularly keen on them at the moment but I think, with all due respect to you and Spidey here. We're going to need more power on our side it sounds like."

Franklin pulled out a set of keys, "Quentin, go ahead and find them, we can try to meet up with them and see what they can do for us." Before anyone could say another word, Franklin clicked a beeper on the keys. Causing the helipad opening to slide out and up revealing a large modified SUV that had thrusters molded into the back. With the same coloring and four symbol Franklin' suit had. "It's the Fantasticar Jr, a late sweet 16 present from dad and Uncle Johnny. Just got my driver's and pilot's license two days ago."

Valeria bit into her lower lip apprehensively as she struggled to make sense of what they had heard from Quentin. Someone had Jack, and if Quentin's current condition was anything to go by that someone wasn't to be trifled with. It pained her to see Franklin so worried, but the fear that they might be getting in over their heads gnawed even stronger in the back of her mind at that moment. The fact that they were some of the smartest and most capable kids in existence put aside, everything they had done up until that point had been a secret. The unshakable sense that they now were rapidly approaching a point of no return, beyond which they would be unable to get any help from their parents, was suddenly all she could think about.

The instant Franklin pulled out the newspaper clipping she recovered from her reverie, annoyance once more causing her lips to crease into a frown. She and Franklin had discussed the Young Avengers before. Previously they had just agreed to disagree about whether what they were doing was a good idea or not. Now, however, she could see Franklin intended to turn to them for help, and she realized she should have been much harsher in her criticism.

"Really, Franklin? The fanboy squad? You're talking about getting involved with a group of untrained, unsanctioned vigilantes. There's got to be somebody else we can ask for help."

Still, the more Valeria thought about it their own actions would hardly be approved of by the superhero community at large if they knew about them. Maybe it would be better if they went with someone slightly more under the radar of the bigshots. That way, if things turned sour (as she fully expected them too), they could safely pull out of the situation before they got discovered.

Sighing, she resigned herself to going along with Franklin's plan for now. She had to silently promise herself she would not get caught up in her brother's obsession with these amateur heroes, and the moment one of them slipped up and started to jeopardize their goals she would be the first one with her foot out the door.

"Fine, but I'm only going along with this because our options are limited. We'll give these guys a shot on a trial basis. I'm reserving my vote until after we decide if they make the cut, though."

Throwing her cape back somewhat indignantly, Valeria walked around to the front passenger side of the Fantasticar Jr. "Let's get going. We need to get this over with before mom and dad get back home." With that, she hopped inside and slammed the door. She crossed her arms over her chest and avoided looking Franklin in the eye for the time being, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing how vexed she was by having to take part in his harebrained scheme.

Quentin gave the two an apologetic look as the two thought about what had happened before starting to massage the sides of his head in circular motions. That psychic trip had really taken its toll on him! Especially when that... that thing spoke to him. Never see or speak of it again or you're next? Well that was certainly a cheery thought. However he decided not to trouble the others on it. As really, what could they do? Sure Spidey could go all vigilante on it's ass and Valeria could go all science time and build a giant inator of sorts, but that still probably wouldn't solve anything. Franklin's reality powers could probably help, but from what Quire had heard, the guy apparently didn't have much control over them and accidentally destroying the universe was certainly something the new and improved Quentin Quire wanted any part in.

He nodded and took the newspaper clipping from Franklin's hand as he began to talk again. The Young Avengers? Quentin was actually surprised no one had done such as thing sooner. The Avengers had been around for years after all so surely a bunch of teenagers would have done it eventually. At the appearance of the Fantasticar Jr, Quentin just had to smirk. A flying car? This day was just getting better and better!

Quire smirked as he caught sight of Valeria. He could obviously tell even before she spoke that she disliked the idea and once she did it was hard for Quentin to stop himself from letting out a laugh at the "fanboy squad" remark. She certainly wasn't wrong! Fanboy Squad. Heh. Quentin liked that. At Valeria's remark about them being untrained vigilante's, Quire turned and gave a short salute to Spider-man. "I'm sure she didn't mean you mate!" He said with a smile.

Heading towards the car, he turned back to look at the trio. "I guess I can check for these guys while we're in the air!" Quentin held up newspaper clipping as he spoke. "I agree with Val here! Would be best to not piss off the super-powered parents!"

Spider-man just shrugged. "You know I'd take offense, but then I remembered I'm the friendly neighbourhood spider-man. Nah I kinda agree with both arguements. It took me a long time to get to where I am now, and there were mistakes along the road." He paused. "But I think if they're willing you guys can help them be better heroes. I'll sit and coach from the sidelines I'm quite a busy guy y'know-" What with school... and friends... and other superhero busienss. "-But I'll do what I can." He then performed a backflip to the edge of the wall.

"If you don't mind, I'll follow you." He stretched his arms over dramatically. "Gotta keep in shape you know? Besides when I tend to take vehicles bad guys usually shoot them down. Or other good guys, or Deadpool. Mostly Deadpool..." He shuddered, as if reliving a bad memory. "Anyway, I'll be able to keep up I'm sure. It also keeps the visagé the Fantastic four have... three in the car one outside I'll be the outside one."

He offered a mock salute before letting himself fall off the building.