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fakeasain56Summary: Teenage AU where the Avengers are a bunchy of mouthy runaway/orphaned kids who band together and commit petty theft (later more grand-scale theft like banks etc.) in order to survive on the streets. They get so good at this that SHEILD snatches them up and offers to train them as a response team instead. Since the alternative is being split up and doomed to the foster care system, they agree. By this point, they have become terribly co-dependent, but this just makes them a better team.
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Chapter One
“Of course.” The man smiled, still too bland for Steve’s tastes, as he stepped aside. “By the way, my name is Phil Coulson. Give me a call sometime.”
A plain white card with only a number typed on it was passed over. Steve took it with a smile-
Overhead, a loud pop noise burst.
The smile left Steve’s face so fast, it might as well have been booted off. Coulson didn’t flinch, only one eyebrow rose as he turned to the side. “Report?”
“A party popper was fired off sir.”
Steve took two steps forward, grabbed Coulson by his shirtfront, and lifted. “What did you do to the rest of my team.”
Safeties clicked off around the shop as agents, male and female started to their feet. “Stand down!” Coulson snapped. “I would like to know what’s going on as well. Did Ross catch up?”
“No sir- Agent Hill was assigned to watch the group in the hotel, but she isn’t answer any of our calls.”
Steve dropped Coulson, and sprinted out of the shop, Tony a step behind him. “Tony, find those machines- if they weren’t able to call us, then there’s probably some sort of high-tech equipment blocking the calls. Hack into their servers, try to slow them down and confuse them.”
Tony nodded, and split off, circling in around. Steve pushed himself harder, running faster towards the hotel, in a straight, direct line. He would draw fire, catch everyone’s attention- including his teams.
A window shattered overhead, and a man dressed in black combat gear went sailing out from overhead. Steve dodged the man, headed for the fire escape as a cry of pain came form a sniper.
He took stairs five at a time, pushing himself to move faster, get there sooner, as Bruce’s war cry echoed in the suddenly still air. Seconds later, Thor’s roar echoed after, a low sound to Loki’s scream of anger.
Another person went sailing out the window, and Steve pulled himself up, over the window ledge into a scene of chaos.
Thor stood tall despite the bloody bandages wrapped around his side, attempting to protect his brother, even as his young brother attempted to protect him, staff lashing out in sharp, static patterns, slamming any who dared approach into the ground. Clint stayed at the window, taking down sniper after sniper, not letting any get a shot through the window. Bruce raged in the doorway, his fury and guttural roars indicating that he had flipped his mood. Natasha hung back, and got any that managed to get by Bruce, and weren’t instantly taken by Loki and Thor.
Steve took a deep breath as he dove for a discarded gun, and brought it to his shoulder. They weren’t real bullets- he knew that instantly. The weight of the gun was all wrong. So what was in it.
Bruce went down, still moving lethargically.
Tranquilizers.
Steve brought up the gun to fire at the agents, instantly lining up, even as he edged for his own bags.
Tony had been very nice, and very good at what he did and found him a semi-automatic rifle. Well- at least that’s what Tony said- he had a feeling that Natasha had helped, but he didn’t want to question too closely at what was going on.
Another sharp retort of a gun, and Thor slumped. Loki stood still for one terrible, terrible second, before he threw his head back and laughed. It was high-pitched, insane, jagged, and Natasha instantly scooted to one side, leaving a path between Loki and the agents at the door that had paused uneasily.
Gleaming madness shone in Loki’s eyes as he charged forward, and the cell phone on top of the bags crackled to life. Steve snatched it up, and fell into instant leadership mode. “Tony, bring down their communications, and anything electronic they might have. Get a car, bring it around. Natasha, grab Bruce and place him next to Thor- Clint, hunt those outside down. We’re going to escape. Loki, hold that doorway.”
Loki snarled, savagely, but he still held the door, whirling his staff as he protected his brother. Steve grunted as he bent down to lift Thor into his arms, nearly staggering beneath the weight.
They would have to abandon any items, but that was fine. Tony kept Jarvis close to his heart always, and the rest of them could easily give up a few possessions. Clint leaped out the window, racing along the fire escape, firing off at targets only he could see as Natasha gathered Bruce and followed Steve out. The two of them made their way down the escape, trusting in Clint to keep the agents off their back.
The low roar of a van pulling up caught their attention- it was big enough to hold all of them, and Steve grunted as he placed Thor down gently. Bruce was tucked in beside him, as Tony leaned out of the window, impatiently gesturing them to hurry up. Steve clambered in, voice deepening into a deep roar that could be heard for blocks.
“ASSEMBLE!”
Clint flew down the stairs, Loki darted out of the window, both running for the truck as Natasha pulled herself up next to Tony. Steve left the back doors open, lifting his gun to give his team room to move, cracking shot after shot off.
Tires squealed the second Clint jumped in, and Clint knelt to grab Loki by the hand and pull him in as the car took off. Bruce groaned, an echoing murmur followed by Thor. Clint lifted his bow, taking careful aim, and shot.
A car behind them, chasing them, exploded.
Natasha shouted and yelled as Tony drove, and Loki collapsed next to Thor, pale hands drifting across Thor’s forehead. “How are they doing?”
The car went over a bump, and Thor grunted. “Drugged.” Loki reported distantly, even as he began to search the van for anything they could use. “Thor reopened his wound it looks like.”
The blood was beginning to seep completely through the bandages and stain the floor. Steve muffled a curse. “I don’t dare take off the bandages right now without Bruce. We’ll have to wrap it tighter and hope it holds until Bruce wakes up.”
“It’ll take hours.” Loki protested weakly. “If we’re lucky. If we’re not, then he’ll be of no use because he’s hallucinating.”
The car shuddered to a stop, and Tony was forced out, and they switched drivers. Clint fired another arrow. Another car exploded. Steve thought of the phone number in his pocket, and frowned. “Tony- can you hack into their communications so we can get a chance to hear what they’re saying?”
“Yeah, easily. I’ll be in and out of there like virus- leaving destruction in my wake.”
Very easy apparently, as a few seconds later, Tony’s souped up speakers in his put-together laptop began to blast a female voice at shrill, dangerously high levels. “Get those cars around, and bring up whoever’s left to chase them!”
“Agent Hill.” Steve and Tony both perked up, recognizing the voice as Agent Coulson. His voice was low, dangerously bland. “What do you think you’re doing?”
Tony rolled his eyes as he said aloud, “Hill huh? Her voice ought to be a weapon, I think my eardrums just burst.”
“Shush.”
“-your orders were to wait until my signal and follow. You were not to engage unless they engaged first.”
“One of them had left the room-“
“Three of them had left the room! You not only put everyone into danger, but you have officially alienated the teens from us.”
“They weren’t going to say yes, and I see no reason to coddle them.”
“We want a team that works with us, not against us. They have an injured.”
“Two now.”
There was a long moment of silence. Steve leaned forward, and even Loki was watching the back of Tony’s head. “What did you do?”
“The Tranquilizers have hallucinogens mixed with them. They won’t get far.”
“Agent Hill, you are to step down immediately. The search is to continue, but when spotted, you will not engage. Hill, you and I have many, many things to discuss.”
The line went dead.
Tony began to swear, creatively and inventively. “Hallucinogens? She mixed the two?! Whose idea was that?!”
“Hers. At least we have one ally in the group.”
Clint snorted. “Ally? You mean the guy? Sure didn’t seem like that to me. Sounded like he couldn’t keep his guys in line.”
“I agree.” Natasha murmured coolly, swerving right through the traffic. “Where shall we go?”
“Tony… Do you think you can trace this number to Coulson’s house?”
Protests instantly arose, mixing and rising above each other. “You’re not really planning on-“ “You have gotta be kidding-“ “They hurt Thor and Bruce!” “He’s with them, and just as bad-“
“Enough!” Steve barked, eyes growing cold. “I don’t trust him. But- they’ve been doused with hallucinogens, and Bruce is the only one of us that knows any kind of medical knowledge at all.” He ignored Tony’s mutter of learning how, “Moreover- Coulson may have the cure to it in his home.”
That brought a spark of interest to Tony’s eyes. “Now that sounds marvelous Cap! Hand it over.”
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Previous Chapter
Chapter One
“Of course.” The man smiled, still too bland for Steve’s tastes, as he stepped aside. “By the way, my name is Phil Coulson. Give me a call sometime.”
A plain white card with only a number typed on it was passed over. Steve took it with a smile-
Overhead, a loud pop noise burst.
The smile left Steve’s face so fast, it might as well have been booted off. Coulson didn’t flinch, only one eyebrow rose as he turned to the side. “Report?”
“A party popper was fired off sir.”
Steve took two steps forward, grabbed Coulson by his shirtfront, and lifted. “What did you do to the rest of my team.”
Safeties clicked off around the shop as agents, male and female started to their feet. “Stand down!” Coulson snapped. “I would like to know what’s going on as well. Did Ross catch up?”
“No sir- Agent Hill was assigned to watch the group in the hotel, but she isn’t answer any of our calls.”
Steve dropped Coulson, and sprinted out of the shop, Tony a step behind him. “Tony, find those machines- if they weren’t able to call us, then there’s probably some sort of high-tech equipment blocking the calls. Hack into their servers, try to slow them down and confuse them.”
Tony nodded, and split off, circling in around. Steve pushed himself harder, running faster towards the hotel, in a straight, direct line. He would draw fire, catch everyone’s attention- including his teams.
A window shattered overhead, and a man dressed in black combat gear went sailing out from overhead. Steve dodged the man, headed for the fire escape as a cry of pain came form a sniper.
He took stairs five at a time, pushing himself to move faster, get there sooner, as Bruce’s war cry echoed in the suddenly still air. Seconds later, Thor’s roar echoed after, a low sound to Loki’s scream of anger.
Another person went sailing out the window, and Steve pulled himself up, over the window ledge into a scene of chaos.
Thor stood tall despite the bloody bandages wrapped around his side, attempting to protect his brother, even as his young brother attempted to protect him, staff lashing out in sharp, static patterns, slamming any who dared approach into the ground. Clint stayed at the window, taking down sniper after sniper, not letting any get a shot through the window. Bruce raged in the doorway, his fury and guttural roars indicating that he had flipped his mood. Natasha hung back, and got any that managed to get by Bruce, and weren’t instantly taken by Loki and Thor.
Steve took a deep breath as he dove for a discarded gun, and brought it to his shoulder. They weren’t real bullets- he knew that instantly. The weight of the gun was all wrong. So what was in it.
Bruce went down, still moving lethargically.
Tranquilizers.
Steve brought up the gun to fire at the agents, instantly lining up, even as he edged for his own bags.
Tony had been very nice, and very good at what he did and found him a semi-automatic rifle. Well- at least that’s what Tony said- he had a feeling that Natasha had helped, but he didn’t want to question too closely at what was going on.
Another sharp retort of a gun, and Thor slumped. Loki stood still for one terrible, terrible second, before he threw his head back and laughed. It was high-pitched, insane, jagged, and Natasha instantly scooted to one side, leaving a path between Loki and the agents at the door that had paused uneasily.
Gleaming madness shone in Loki’s eyes as he charged forward, and the cell phone on top of the bags crackled to life. Steve snatched it up, and fell into instant leadership mode. “Tony, bring down their communications, and anything electronic they might have. Get a car, bring it around. Natasha, grab Bruce and place him next to Thor- Clint, hunt those outside down. We’re going to escape. Loki, hold that doorway.”
Loki snarled, savagely, but he still held the door, whirling his staff as he protected his brother. Steve grunted as he bent down to lift Thor into his arms, nearly staggering beneath the weight.
They would have to abandon any items, but that was fine. Tony kept Jarvis close to his heart always, and the rest of them could easily give up a few possessions. Clint leaped out the window, racing along the fire escape, firing off at targets only he could see as Natasha gathered Bruce and followed Steve out. The two of them made their way down the escape, trusting in Clint to keep the agents off their back.
The low roar of a van pulling up caught their attention- it was big enough to hold all of them, and Steve grunted as he placed Thor down gently. Bruce was tucked in beside him, as Tony leaned out of the window, impatiently gesturing them to hurry up. Steve clambered in, voice deepening into a deep roar that could be heard for blocks.
“ASSEMBLE!”
Clint flew down the stairs, Loki darted out of the window, both running for the truck as Natasha pulled herself up next to Tony. Steve left the back doors open, lifting his gun to give his team room to move, cracking shot after shot off.
Tires squealed the second Clint jumped in, and Clint knelt to grab Loki by the hand and pull him in as the car took off. Bruce groaned, an echoing murmur followed by Thor. Clint lifted his bow, taking careful aim, and shot.
A car behind them, chasing them, exploded.
Natasha shouted and yelled as Tony drove, and Loki collapsed next to Thor, pale hands drifting across Thor’s forehead. “How are they doing?”
The car went over a bump, and Thor grunted. “Drugged.” Loki reported distantly, even as he began to search the van for anything they could use. “Thor reopened his wound it looks like.”
The blood was beginning to seep completely through the bandages and stain the floor. Steve muffled a curse. “I don’t dare take off the bandages right now without Bruce. We’ll have to wrap it tighter and hope it holds until Bruce wakes up.”
“It’ll take hours.” Loki protested weakly. “If we’re lucky. If we’re not, then he’ll be of no use because he’s hallucinating.”
The car shuddered to a stop, and Tony was forced out, and they switched drivers. Clint fired another arrow. Another car exploded. Steve thought of the phone number in his pocket, and frowned. “Tony- can you hack into their communications so we can get a chance to hear what they’re saying?”
“Yeah, easily. I’ll be in and out of there like virus- leaving destruction in my wake.”
Very easy apparently, as a few seconds later, Tony’s souped up speakers in his put-together laptop began to blast a female voice at shrill, dangerously high levels. “Get those cars around, and bring up whoever’s left to chase them!”
“Agent Hill.” Steve and Tony both perked up, recognizing the voice as Agent Coulson. His voice was low, dangerously bland. “What do you think you’re doing?”
Tony rolled his eyes as he said aloud, “Hill huh? Her voice ought to be a weapon, I think my eardrums just burst.”
“Shush.”
“-your orders were to wait until my signal and follow. You were not to engage unless they engaged first.”
“One of them had left the room-“
“Three of them had left the room! You not only put everyone into danger, but you have officially alienated the teens from us.”
“They weren’t going to say yes, and I see no reason to coddle them.”
“We want a team that works with us, not against us. They have an injured.”
“Two now.”
There was a long moment of silence. Steve leaned forward, and even Loki was watching the back of Tony’s head. “What did you do?”
“The Tranquilizers have hallucinogens mixed with them. They won’t get far.”
“Agent Hill, you are to step down immediately. The search is to continue, but when spotted, you will not engage. Hill, you and I have many, many things to discuss.”
The line went dead.
Tony began to swear, creatively and inventively. “Hallucinogens? She mixed the two?! Whose idea was that?!”
“Hers. At least we have one ally in the group.”
Clint snorted. “Ally? You mean the guy? Sure didn’t seem like that to me. Sounded like he couldn’t keep his guys in line.”
“I agree.” Natasha murmured coolly, swerving right through the traffic. “Where shall we go?”
“Tony… Do you think you can trace this number to Coulson’s house?”
Protests instantly arose, mixing and rising above each other. “You’re not really planning on-“ “You have gotta be kidding-“ “They hurt Thor and Bruce!” “He’s with them, and just as bad-“
“Enough!” Steve barked, eyes growing cold. “I don’t trust him. But- they’ve been doused with hallucinogens, and Bruce is the only one of us that knows any kind of medical knowledge at all.” He ignored Tony’s mutter of learning how, “Moreover- Coulson may have the cure to it in his home.”
That brought a spark of interest to Tony’s eyes. “Now that sounds marvelous Cap! Hand it over.”
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