Matthew knew leaving the shelter was a bad idea. It was dangerous, even hidden away deep in the forest. No one ever knew what Ultron was planning, or where he and his robots could be searching. But he couldn't help himself. Being the youngest out of their small group, he always felt....looked down upon? He wasn't as strong as the others. Or skilled. He could barely even shoot this bow and arrow, and even half the time then he missed. Going out on his own, into the fray, it made him feel brave, because it was something the other never dared to do if they could help it. He walked along, being quiet and avoiding making any loud sounds as he went, exploring the extensive forest. It was often he got to go out, so while he was out he figured he might as well enjoy it. 

But, it seemed his somewhat peaceful hike was going to be interrupted. As he walked along, he looked up to see something strange. A bright blue light in the sky. He didn't know what it was. but his instincts told him to not find out. He was still young, If whatever caused that blue light was dangerous, there was no way he could take it on his own. He watched the light in the distance wide eyed, unsure what to do and as he watched it, and then something seemed to come from the light and fall to the ground before the swirling blue light int he sky disappeared all together. Something was here.

Quickly turning, he dashed round and over trees, rocks and logs, heading back toward their hideout.

...

Claira was extremely worried over the younger boy. Matthew was always seeming to get himself into trouble. Despite the warnings all of them always gave him about being safe and staying indoors, he always disobeyed and did it anyway. But then again, who could blame him? The shelter they lived in was small and there wasn't much to do. That and he was the son of an Avenger. That always added up to wanting adventure and hating be cooped up places. They all hated that. But it was to keep them safe and the older ones knew that. Matthew hadn't quite grasped that concept yet. She sat cross legged on the floor, looking at the others. Though she was youngest besides Matthew himself, she tended to take a least some what of a leadership role when Bruce was involved. If Bruce had stayed gone, she would have taken herself and a couple of the others to go search while the others stayed to wait for Bruce and fill him in. But now that the older man, who was often a father figure to all of them, was home, it was his role to tell them what to do.

Bruce opened his mouth to speak on what they should do, but before a single word left his mouth, someone threw the door open and a breathless Matthew came running in. 

Standing up, Terra looked at the boy, “Matthew? What is wrong?”

The wrong boy took a moment to try and catch his breath before pointing outside, “T...There.....was a light. It was really bright.....something fell from it and into the forest! I...I don't know what it was. I didn't get close enough to see.” He quickly went over to his older sister hugging her tightly.

In hearing this, Bruce stood up. You all [i]stay here[/i]. I'm going to investigate what this light is.”

“You can't go alone.” Claira said, standing up, “At least take some of us with you.”

Bruce considered this for a moment, but then shook his head, “No. Too dangerous. You all stay here. I'll be back soon.” Then he was off. But it seemed Claira wasn't going to follow orders, which was nothing rare for her. She tended to be independent and gave orders. Not follow them. She went to the corner, grabbing a few things, such as a canteen and small knife, before heading to the door.

Terra stepped forward, “Claira, where are you going?”

The younger girl looked at her, “I'm going to find out what that light was.”

“But Bruce told us to stay here!”

“And when did we start listening to him when he tells us to stay here?” She asked raising an eyebrow.

Terra groaned, “I can't believe I'm doing this.” She went to the corner, where she picked up her sword. It was a sword she had since she was a babe, living with her father on Asgard. It had similar abilities to that of her father's hammer, including that n one could pick it up besides herself. She had been able to carry it since she had been able to walk, “Wait up Claira! I'm not about to let you go alone!”

“Hey, I want to come too!” Matthew said, eager to join his friends.