"Can we hear it again, please?" Asked 5-year old James from his place on the top bunk, his red hair still wet from the shower and his sapphire blue eyes filled with wonder.

"More! Tell us the story more, please!" Begged the other 5-year old, Toruun, from her spot next to him. Her blonde hair was held partially in a ponytail beside her face by a red scrunchy and her sky blue eyes pleading.

On the bunk below 3-year olds Azari and Liz leaned forward in excitement. His golden eyes glowed in contrast to his dark skin. Liz was his opposite with her light brown hair, brown eyes, and pale skin. 4-year old Raven hung upside down next to them, her long black hair almost touching the floor and her golden eyes in line with her new younger siblings.

"Ok! But then it's off to bed!" Replied Tony, the man formerly called Iron Man, from his place with 9-month old Pym in his arms. "And there came a day, unlike any other, when earth's mightiest heroes were untied against a common threat. The Solider, the God, the Knight, the Spy, the Giant, the King, the Pixie, the Ghost, the Archer, the Hunter, and the Spider. To fight the battles that no single hero that day, they became the Avengers! Time traveling conquerors, alien invaders, and masters of evil, the Avengers vanquished them all! And finally, when the world was at peace, the heroes built lives of their own.

"The Solider and Spy fell in love, as did the Giant and Pixie. The King found his Queen, the hunter, his match, the Spider made his web, and the thunder-God returned to his kingdom, far away from the world of men. And one by one, the children of the Avengers came to be. Children who would, one day, become a new generation of heroes. But in time, evil returned. An evil called Ultron. Ultron wanted nothing less than total dominion over the world, but the Avengers stood in its way. Sadly, their defeat was inevitable. But before they fell, the Avengers hid their children in a place faraway where they would grow up safe from Ultron's grasp. Because the Avengers knew that as long as the children were alive, there was hope. Hope for the future."

He whispered the last part to the unconscious forms of the children. James was sprawled out on his bunk with Toruun draped across him like a blanket. Liz had fallen to the floor, face first and still slept soundly, Azari leaned on Raven's stomach like a pillow. Pym cuddled with his stuffed ladybug and he snored softly.