Chapter 5, and I'm back to trying to update quickly. I'll try for once a week.

Also, yeah, introducing new characters!

Disclaimer- I don't own the Avengers, all rights go to their proper owners, I merely own the children (And I'd be willing to work out a deal if you want them).

Also, sorry, pretty short chapter.

-Many Years Ago-

Two women are standing in a dark room in what looks like an old cabin, the fireplace is lit, and that is the only source of light in the room. Rain is pounding outside of the window, creating background noise for their quiet conversation. The younger of the two women is holding a bundle of blankets.

"A young daughter is born to a sorcerer and a human woman, admittedly, not something that you see everyday." The older of the two announced, an amused tone in her voice.

The younger sighed. "Yes, and that's exactly why I'm worried. Her father wasn't exactly well liked. What if they come for her? I can't exactly do anything."

"Oh hush." The older woman scolded, rolling her eyes.

"But-"

"No, you must not worry the child as she grows up, you don't want to focus on "What ifs?" Do you?" She asked her younger companion, who sighed.

"I suppose you're right."

"Indeed I am."

"But, that doesn't help calm my fears." The woman said, holding the bundle of blankets, her baby, closer to her.

The older woman stood up, and walked to a small, dusty jewelry box that was perched on a coffee table. "So, we give her protection." She said, opening the box, which was empty except for one necklace.

"Give this to her, it will keep her safe, protect her." She handed it to the mother, who looked at it for a minute.

"How will this keep her safe?" She eventually asked.

"Ah, dear, when the time comes, you'll know."

-Present Day, Avengers Tower-

So, lemme get this straight," Shay raised an eyebrow at her dad. "They want me to go in weeks before school even starts to take a test to see if I fully earned to graduate last year." She asked.

Shay had been a senior in high school last year, however, she had been unable to attend the last week of school because of...reasons (Missions), and she had missed graduation.

She was technically supposed to be a sophomore this year, so, the school that her and the other kids were attending (AKA, the school David went to) wanted her to take a test that would show whether or not she was advanced enough to have graduated. And they wanted her to go in the late August.

Oh hell no.

"Or," She started. "I could go in as a sophomore, already understand all of the information, and actually go to school with people that I like."

"Exactly." Tony confirmed, as if he didn't just receive the most sarcastic answer in eternity.

"...Are you actually going to make me answer this?"

"No, that's why I already told them the answer was no." Tony smirked.

"Good, so, sophomore year?" Shay asked, just to make sure.

"Yeah, have you been in this year yet? Or was it one that you skipped?" Tony asked, out of curiosity.

"Nah, I skipped 3rd, 6th, and freshman year." She replied, waving her hand like it was no big deal.

Then again, Tony had graduated MIT summa cum laude when he wasn't that much older than she is now. So, it might not've been that big a deal to him.

That's when Steve walked into the living room after a workout in the gym, his eyes searching out the people in the room (currently: Shay, Tony, and Belle, who was sitting next to Shay with her notebook out), and he grinned largely.

"Good Afternoon, Tony, Belle, Shay." He said, looking at the individual person as he said their name.

Shay smiled and nodded, and Belle looked up from her drawing to smile and reply, "Hi Dad."

Tony, however, smiled back at him just as largely. "Afternoon, Steve, how was training?"

Shay elbowed Belle's side, unnoticeable to everyone except for Belle herself, who looked up at her and followed her gaze to their dads.

Oh, wow.

Tony had gotten up to follow Steve into the kitchen, which they could see clearly from their spot on the couch (Thank you open floorplan!), they were talking about...something, but it wasn't really important. Tony had latched on to one of Steve's arms (The bicep, more precisely), his hand wrapped around the muscle. Both were grinning intently at each other, eyes locked onto each others.

It looked like a scene out of a romance movie, not something that two friends do in the middle of their kitchen with their daughters watching.

Belle turned to look at Shay, who was looking right back at her, eyebrows raised, signature smirk on her face.

Okay, maybe she was right this time.

God, it was annoying when Shay was right.

-On the Other Side of the Tower-

Archer and Iris trained together often. It made sense to them, as they were the only two people on the team who didn't have superpowers and/or a high-tech suit of armor. Besides, in Archer's opinion, Iris was very easy to talk to. She was a good listener, and she never told anyone else your secrets, no matter who was asking or what the secret was.

But, 90% of the time, you didn't even need to tell her anything, because she usually already knew.

Like how she knew about his crush on Shay, which he had done a pretty good job at hiding from everybody else. It's not his fault that sometimes he gets all stuttery and blushy and voice-cracky (is that even a word, I don't think that's a word) when she's around. If anything, it's Shay's fault, she's the one that's all cuddly with all of her friends, which he just so happens to be one of.

Goddamnit Shay.

"Well then, I suppose we know what you're thinking of." Iris mumbled, smirking slightly.

Archer made a face, had he said that outloud?

At the moment he and Iris were sparring, practicing different "Ninja moves" as Shay calls them. This was how things went with them, Iris was no doubt the best at mastering the techniques of these moves, but very, very few people could even land a hit on Archer while he was in the zone.

"You know, you're going to have to tell her eventually." Iris said, aiming a kick at him, which he narrowly avoided.

"No I don't, obviously you don't fully comprehend my ability to avoid talking about things I don't wanna talk about." Archer replied, barely ducking out of the way of her fist.

"Oh, you are such a baby." She rolled her eyes, avoiding a swing that he made at her by jumping over his arm.

"Oh, come on, there's no way that she can like me, we've been friends for too long." Archer said, dodging the grab that she made back at him by flipping straight over her head, so they were face-to-face again.

"Yeah, yeah, I've heard your excuses," She said, and then smirked slightly. "Oh, she can't like me, she knows that I wet the bed until I was seven." She mocked putting on a ridiculously fake impersonation of him.

"Oh, shut up."