A/N: I know I need to finish Clash of the Titans but I just had to write this! For those of you waiting for that, please be patient. I will get to it. Eventually.

Disclaimer: I'm only going to say this once so listen up, I don't in any way, shape, or form own Next Avengers or X-23.

Chapter 1: the story

"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 Gwen leaned forward in excitement. His golden eyes glowed in contrast to his dark skin. Gwen was his opposite with her light brown hair, brown eyes, and pale skin. 4-year old Laura hung upside down from the top bunk, her long black hair almost touching the floor and her black 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 Beast, and the Spider. On that day, the Avengers were born! To fight foes that no single hero could withstand. 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, and the Beast, his Mate. The Spider spun his grand web, thunder 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 and sadly, their defeat was inevitable. But before they fell, the Avengers hid their children in a far away place 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. Laura had fallen to the floor, face first and still slept soundly, Azari and Gwen each clutching a leg like a teddy bear. Pym cuddled with his stuffed ladybug and he snored softly.

"Good night, my little Avengers."

end of chapter

A/N: it's a little shorter than my usual stuff but hey. Please R&R!