Okay, so first and foremost, THIS IS NOT A CROSSOVER! 'Tis a fusion. I just thought it might be interesting to write a story where all of our favorite characters had superpowers. And just so you know, I get inspiration and ideas from everywhere not just one show. And I think I got pretty much all the popular characters already and what their powers are, and I will explain where I got the idea.

As far as chapters go, I'll start with how they meet, but after that, I don't think they'll go in any particular order. Heck, I might even go back to Monty and Ben's time as kids just for an origin story. So it's pretty much anything goes

If you'd like to see a particular character, I'm taking suggestions on their powers, but I might already have something else in mind, so yeah.

So anyway, they're 14 in this chapter, and in my mind ('cause I haven't found the time to draw it myself yet), Nigel looks like KicksterAsh's design in "Whoops" except with the hair almost like in AbbyGaby005's "I miss you..." (on deviantart). You'll see exactly what I mean when I find the time to draw him out. Oh, and none of them know each other have ever met before!

On with the story!

Nigel opened his eyes groggily to find his room fogged up with steam and a lingering stench of something burning. Oh no, not again! He quickly crossed the bedroom and opened the window to let out the intense heat, though the mid-July heat outside was hardly better. At least it smells fresher.

He groaned as a muggy heat wave struck him again, and he had to fight the urge to go back to sleep. He wasn't feeling the fatigue that came from waking up too early, it was that sluggish, sleepy feeling that came when it was too cruddy hot.

Quickly, he shook away the feeling and began stretching in the hope that it might just wake him up properly. It was going well until he ran his fingers through his hair only to yank them away in disgust. His hair was drenched in sweat.

"Gross!" he hissed to himself. Mentally deciding that it would be best to shower before going down for breakfast, he made his way across his still-steamy-but-considerably-less-muggy bedroom and down the hall to the bathroom, hardly registering how the tiles hissed and partially melted under his treading feet.

The freezing water helped. A lot. Ignoring the fact that most of it had instantly evaporated the second it touched his skin, he did gradually cool off enough to be able to wash properly. Though his body wasn't physically capable of feeling cold, it was a comfort to know that at least he wasn't literally boiling anymore.

As the water rhythmically pounded on his custom-made goggles (made of the same material as his glasses), he couldn't help but recount his whole ordeal for what seemed to be the buhmillionth time.

It was hard to pinpoint the exact moment when it all started, but as far as anyone could tell, he had been showing signs since New Years. While he had grown up with an immunity to the cold and an impossible body temperature, he had never actually shown any incredible signs that would really set him apart from anyone else. At least, not the way his parents and uncle were set apart before him, or his grandfather before them.

No, everything was fine up until January, when his eyes wouldn't stop burning with an intensity that made him cry out in pain. His mom, having gone through the exact same pain at his age, had him hold a bag of ice over his eyes; this did help considerably as the intense burning went down to a dull ache. That was when everyone had simultaneously guessed the same thing, and it seemed as if a longstanding bet with his dad and Uncle Ben had finally been realized. That is, until the syringe caught fire.

It was impossible to tell who was more surprised: him, his mom, or Dr. Chester, who had been, up until that point, trying to give him a shot. He didn't know exactly what happened, but when the doctor brought out that gihugic needle, an unfamiliar feeling of utmost terror had come over him, and the next thing he knew, the thing had just spontaneously combusted.

It had taken a shrill squeal, a sprint for the office door, and a wrestling match that included an incredible pin from his mom that would have made Hulk Hogan proud before they were finally able to secure the poor guy. After that, they had just called up his mom's brother to come and help the doctor forget that any of this mess had ever happened.

Things were surprisingly mundane after that. That is, if you didn't count the match that almost became an all-out duel went in between his parents when they got home about the bet that his dad had mistakenly lost.

Oh yeah, and best not count how that near-brawl was broken up by the second explosion of the day, this time bursting from his eyes and burning cleanly through the couch and into the wall in a perfectly straight line. And if that wasn't enough excitement for one day, the laser wouldn't stop! It beamed through everything he turned his eyes towards. It took what seemed like hours - but was probably only a few minutes - of chaos and tons of burning furniture before the beam stopped once he closed his eyes. At that point, everyone was freaking out at the thought that he might just have to go around blind to keep from destroying anything.

Luckily Hoagie's mom had a better solution. Familiar with his own mom's powers, it only took a few adjustments to a pair of glasses that she had been made to wear when her powers surfaced before he was allowed to open his eyes again. And so far, it didn't look like he would be able to go out without them.

Okay, forget the mundane part, because it was obviously anything but that. But at least things were much calmer since then; nothing more major than a few scorched chairs and a couple melted spoons.

This is so not what I expected, he thought for the gazillionth time. Though in all honesty, he didn't know exactly what to expect.

Uncle Ben always said (before he had gone his own way) that he felt much more powerful and confident the moment that his powers became active, but his mom described her experience as incredibly painful with all the headaches that came with it. And his dad didn't really say much about it. According to everyone, his powers had just always been there as far back as he could remember, so he couldn't really describe what changed. But one thing they all agreed on was that everyone reacted to theirs differently.

Nigel supposed that his body was reacting in a mixture of all three: there were migraines and incredibly sweaty days where he'd like nothing more than to jump in an icy lake before getting heat stroke, not to mention the glasses that he couldn't ever take off; but he did feel much more powerful now, as if he could stand up straight for the very first time, a weight that he didn't even know was there was suddenly removed; yet at the same time, he didn't feel like there was anything drastically different about himself (besides the heat vision anyway). He was born with a temperature of 130, and he always felt comfortable unless there was a heat wave (which wasn't often).

He shut off the water, got dressed (no need to waste a towel for drying off when the water dried off by itself) and brushed his teeth; or at least tried to, but just ended up spitting out a huge glob of melted plastic when trying to rinse.

Not again!

He rolled his eyes and threw the toothbrush away and retrieved another. He quickly took one last look at himself in the mirror, adjusted his glasses, and left for the hallway and down the stairs for breakfast.

Okay, not a very long chapter, but I wanted to make this a Nigel-centered chapter 'cause I didn't feel like explaining everyone's origin story on the first chapter, which reminds me:

For anyone who doesn't read comic books or watch superhero movies/cartoons (losers), I did base his powers off of Cyclops from X-Men.

I originally wanted him to just have power over fire (like Father) 'cause I thought that powers could be genetic to a point, but then I started making up origin stories for his parents, and it made sense to give him heat vision too. And it only made sense (in my mind anyway) to not let him turn it off like Scott. After all, aren't Nigel and Scott a lot alike? Like a lot-a lot.

Anyway, that's it for this chapter! I'm currently figuring out how to introduce the others, but I am taking suggestions and constructive criticism. I know this was kinda word-y, but I felt that I needed to add more detail than usual, considering how this is AU, so I need to explain a lot more

In short, REVIEW!