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Everyone/Everyone (polyramory) "Running together" Chapter 6/?
Summary: 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.
Previous Chapter
Chapter One
Paperwork. Everywhere. He was drowning in it. Press was going wild, Shield was doing double time, and the seven had vanished off the maps after pulling off their spectacular stunt. Oh, and the small stash of holographic projectors he had mentioned to Steve had gone missing.
Coulson arrived home to seven smiling faces.
“I am not going to ask.”
“Yes, you are.” Tony announced. Bruce shook his head at him, but his own, quiet smile didn’t fade. “See, even Bruce wants to tell you what happened.”
“I have paperwork for you.”
“What?! We risk life and limb for you and you expect us to fill out paperwork? Steve- Steve- you have got to be kidding me, you’re actually filling it out? You too Bruce? C’mon, we were up all night reprogramming those holographic projectors!”
“That, unless you fill out this paperwork, you stole.” Coulson put in, not looking at him as he handed a stack to Natasha and Clint. Thor looked puzzled at the idea of a pen, and Loki eyed it in disgust, before producing a gorgeous quill pen from out of nowhere.
Coulson might have to steal it.
Tony scans his own paperwork in, and ordered Jarvis to finish it all, and when Tony wasn’t looking, Bruce pulled over some of the paperwork to him, the same way Natasha pulled over Clint’s, and Loki pulled over Thor’s.
Steve courageously struggled through his, and smiled gratefully when Tony helped him out with his while Jarvis steadily worked through it.
Coulson watched them for a few moments, before asking, “How did you all get together anyways?”
They looked at each other, hesitating, and quiet for a few moments. Finally, Tony shrugged. “Me ‘n’ Bruce were taking a bus when it flipped over, and we were caught. We got hauled off to a small orphanage- it rained, and the rest of these guys straggled in. We broke out, and been on the road ever since.”
There was a lot missing. For one thing, Steve had been a good boy before them, but had agreed to run off with them. For another, Bruce didn’t seem like the type to let in others so easily, and neither did Loki.
Loki paused, the feather ruffling slightly in the wind, and Coulson couldn’t help the stab of envy once again.
He really, really wanted one of those.
It would make the tedium of paperwork much less boring.
Steve watched him, watching them, before offering quietly, “I was planning on leaving… to go searching before then. When they came in… well, it just clicked.”
Wind howled through the trees, mournfully plucking at the seams of the small orphanage. A young child wailed in response, trying to drown out the hollow sound.
Steve stared at his two new roommates, one of which impassively ignored him, and the other of which seemed to be terrified him. “Hi, I’m Steve.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Bruce, focus here. How long do you think the storm should take? We gotta get back on the road the second it does.”
“Shortly before dawn, but Tony-“
“No buts. We’ll go out the window.”
Steve felt the need to jump in. “It won’t work. They have an electric fence to keep in the cows.”
Tony felt the need to curse everything in existence- Steve blushed.
“Me and ‘Tash came in after the storm picked up- we didn’t expect the owners to try and call the police on us!”
When it was announced that one more boy would be housed in the room, Steve had tried not to let his disappointment show- it wasn’t anyone’s fault that the orphanage was so tiny, out here in the middle of the country, and it certainly was nobody’s fault that more people seemed to be streaming in. He had heard already of two diplomats’ children having been found out in the rain, and brought in.
The blond head poked around the ladies legs, and he grinned cheekily at all of them. “Pleased to meet you! I’m Clint. This is Natasha.”
The girl beside him nodded solemnly, and Steve offered his seat on the bed to her, if she wished to stay, grateful that he had managed to clean up before the storm hit.
She took it, with Clint at her side, and neither of them let go of each others hands.
Steve looked helplessly around, as Tony announced, “Bruce and I are blowing this joint! Who’s with me?”
Instantly, two very interested eyes fell on Tony. Bruce nodded outside. “According to Steve there’s an electric fence, but if the wind keeps blowing like this, then all power should blow out around midnight.”
Clint offered seriously, “I can help it blow out by then.”
Steve made an outraged noise, “No! They depend on the generator for water from the pump!”
“Eh, all I have to do is trip the breaker. Easy.” Tony announced, waving a hand.
“The adults will be patrolling you know.”
“Then we’ll just have to find someone who can guide us out, won’t we?”
Loki sniffed delicately. “My brute of a brother was the one who found us shelter when I insisted. If I had known what lay within, I would’ve happily avoided it.”
Clint leaned over to nudge Loki, “You met us, didn’t you? I’d have to say that was a good thing.”
Loki brushed dripping wet hair out of his eyes as he sneered at the smaller children. Thor was practically vibrating in happiness, staring out of the widow with large eyes. Always the storm lover that one.
Thor’s father had always joked that Thor had been born to the clash of thunder as lightning flashed- called him his little thunder god. It hurt, to remember, so he didn’t. Instead he surveyed the moving masses, looking for someplace clear, as Thor bragged about how he had found this place, because he could see through the rain.
Not exactly true, but close enough. Thor had an uncanny knack for feeling when a storm would strike, and how to navigate through a storm. It wasn’t very important.
They, at the very least, seemed to of attracted attention, as bright, curious eyes looked over at them.
It wasn’t until after the adults left when another kid swaggered up to them, smile dark and smoky. “I heard that you walked here through the storm?”
“Verily!” Thor bragged.
“Think you can guide us out?”
Loki stepped in, “Why would we do that?”
The single female of the group stepped up, smile thin and daring. “Because otherwise, you’ll both be hauled off back home as well- don’t think you won’t. They’re calling the police right now.”
Loki paused, eyeing the kids. “So what do you want us to do?”
“Can you lead us to route 18?” A small kid, looking thin enough to snap in the sharpest wind padded up to them. “There’s an old truck stop there, abandoned. We can hide out there for the night, before cutting up across east towards the big city to loose any pursuit.”
He sounded like he knew how to run, unlike Thor and Loki both. They had only been doing this for several months, he spoke with the assurance of years. Loki didn’t like a puzzle. “And how would you know? How long have you been traveling?”
“Ever since I was seven.” He smiled slightly, evenly, like it was nothing more then a joke rather then most of the years of his life. “I know the country like the back of my hand. You have too- or you get picked up by police.”
Yes, This one would work. “Very well, only to the truck stop though. After that, I expect we’ll part ways.”
“You’re not going to the city?”
“No. We just came from that one.”
“Steve here about had a heart attack when we planned to run away in his room, but he decided to join us.”
They were disorganized. Sloppy. They weren’t going to be able to get far. They were going to be killed out in the storm. But Bruce looked calm, Tony was cocky, Natasha and Clint were busy with their own planning, with their new friends Thor and Loki quietly discussing on whether or not they could get away with taking a blanket with them.
Steve took a deep breath, feeling some invisible knot inside of him tighten with… what? “You’re not going to make it. The storm is too violent, you’ll get separated. You need to rope together- Natasha, you’re the best at sneaking around, right? There’s a coil of rope in the basement. We’re going to need it.”
Natasha blinked at him, and Tony pulled himself off of the floor to snarl, “Why should we listen to you?”
Steve took a deep breath, reminded himself that this was what he was made for, and looked Tony right in the eye. “Because I can lead us out of here.”
“Us?” Clint spoke up now, interested.
“Us. I- I have to find some people. They were supposed to come, but they haven’t, and I have to go after them instead.”
Glances were exchanged, and Steve reminded dryly, “You are planning in my room.”
“Done.”
“Then here’s how we’re going to do it. Tony, you hit the breaker and turn off the electricity, Bruce, you keep the adults distracted. Natasha, retrieve the rope, and Thor and Loki here will tie in first. Once Tony trips the breaker, everyone return here to tie in, and we’ll go out the window. We have a five minute opening- the adults will catch us otherwise.”
“Very well then!” Thor boomed softly, “It shall be done.”
A thrill filled him, telling him that this- this was what he wanted.
Steve blushed slightly, head ducking in response. “I had my own reasons. But, I think that my reasons have changed, now. And it wasn’t exactly smooth those first few months- Bruce was the only one who knew the roads even without a map, so we stuck with him, and tried to keep Natasha and Loki from killing each other.”
He paused, considering his words. At last he shrugged, “I haven’t found the ones I was supposed to, but I found better ones.” Steve had his family, had those around him, and really- it was perfect. Just perfect like this.
Coulson feared suddenly, what would happen if someone tried to drive them apart.
Next Chapter
Previous Chapter
Chapter One
Paperwork. Everywhere. He was drowning in it. Press was going wild, Shield was doing double time, and the seven had vanished off the maps after pulling off their spectacular stunt. Oh, and the small stash of holographic projectors he had mentioned to Steve had gone missing.
Coulson arrived home to seven smiling faces.
“I am not going to ask.”
“Yes, you are.” Tony announced. Bruce shook his head at him, but his own, quiet smile didn’t fade. “See, even Bruce wants to tell you what happened.”
“I have paperwork for you.”
“What?! We risk life and limb for you and you expect us to fill out paperwork? Steve- Steve- you have got to be kidding me, you’re actually filling it out? You too Bruce? C’mon, we were up all night reprogramming those holographic projectors!”
“That, unless you fill out this paperwork, you stole.” Coulson put in, not looking at him as he handed a stack to Natasha and Clint. Thor looked puzzled at the idea of a pen, and Loki eyed it in disgust, before producing a gorgeous quill pen from out of nowhere.
Coulson might have to steal it.
Tony scans his own paperwork in, and ordered Jarvis to finish it all, and when Tony wasn’t looking, Bruce pulled over some of the paperwork to him, the same way Natasha pulled over Clint’s, and Loki pulled over Thor’s.
Steve courageously struggled through his, and smiled gratefully when Tony helped him out with his while Jarvis steadily worked through it.
Coulson watched them for a few moments, before asking, “How did you all get together anyways?”
They looked at each other, hesitating, and quiet for a few moments. Finally, Tony shrugged. “Me ‘n’ Bruce were taking a bus when it flipped over, and we were caught. We got hauled off to a small orphanage- it rained, and the rest of these guys straggled in. We broke out, and been on the road ever since.”
There was a lot missing. For one thing, Steve had been a good boy before them, but had agreed to run off with them. For another, Bruce didn’t seem like the type to let in others so easily, and neither did Loki.
Loki paused, the feather ruffling slightly in the wind, and Coulson couldn’t help the stab of envy once again.
He really, really wanted one of those.
It would make the tedium of paperwork much less boring.
Steve watched him, watching them, before offering quietly, “I was planning on leaving… to go searching before then. When they came in… well, it just clicked.”
Wind howled through the trees, mournfully plucking at the seams of the small orphanage. A young child wailed in response, trying to drown out the hollow sound.
Steve stared at his two new roommates, one of which impassively ignored him, and the other of which seemed to be terrified him. “Hi, I’m Steve.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Bruce, focus here. How long do you think the storm should take? We gotta get back on the road the second it does.”
“Shortly before dawn, but Tony-“
“No buts. We’ll go out the window.”
Steve felt the need to jump in. “It won’t work. They have an electric fence to keep in the cows.”
Tony felt the need to curse everything in existence- Steve blushed.
“Me and ‘Tash came in after the storm picked up- we didn’t expect the owners to try and call the police on us!”
When it was announced that one more boy would be housed in the room, Steve had tried not to let his disappointment show- it wasn’t anyone’s fault that the orphanage was so tiny, out here in the middle of the country, and it certainly was nobody’s fault that more people seemed to be streaming in. He had heard already of two diplomats’ children having been found out in the rain, and brought in.
The blond head poked around the ladies legs, and he grinned cheekily at all of them. “Pleased to meet you! I’m Clint. This is Natasha.”
The girl beside him nodded solemnly, and Steve offered his seat on the bed to her, if she wished to stay, grateful that he had managed to clean up before the storm hit.
She took it, with Clint at her side, and neither of them let go of each others hands.
Steve looked helplessly around, as Tony announced, “Bruce and I are blowing this joint! Who’s with me?”
Instantly, two very interested eyes fell on Tony. Bruce nodded outside. “According to Steve there’s an electric fence, but if the wind keeps blowing like this, then all power should blow out around midnight.”
Clint offered seriously, “I can help it blow out by then.”
Steve made an outraged noise, “No! They depend on the generator for water from the pump!”
“Eh, all I have to do is trip the breaker. Easy.” Tony announced, waving a hand.
“The adults will be patrolling you know.”
“Then we’ll just have to find someone who can guide us out, won’t we?”
Loki sniffed delicately. “My brute of a brother was the one who found us shelter when I insisted. If I had known what lay within, I would’ve happily avoided it.”
Clint leaned over to nudge Loki, “You met us, didn’t you? I’d have to say that was a good thing.”
Loki brushed dripping wet hair out of his eyes as he sneered at the smaller children. Thor was practically vibrating in happiness, staring out of the widow with large eyes. Always the storm lover that one.
Thor’s father had always joked that Thor had been born to the clash of thunder as lightning flashed- called him his little thunder god. It hurt, to remember, so he didn’t. Instead he surveyed the moving masses, looking for someplace clear, as Thor bragged about how he had found this place, because he could see through the rain.
Not exactly true, but close enough. Thor had an uncanny knack for feeling when a storm would strike, and how to navigate through a storm. It wasn’t very important.
They, at the very least, seemed to of attracted attention, as bright, curious eyes looked over at them.
It wasn’t until after the adults left when another kid swaggered up to them, smile dark and smoky. “I heard that you walked here through the storm?”
“Verily!” Thor bragged.
“Think you can guide us out?”
Loki stepped in, “Why would we do that?”
The single female of the group stepped up, smile thin and daring. “Because otherwise, you’ll both be hauled off back home as well- don’t think you won’t. They’re calling the police right now.”
Loki paused, eyeing the kids. “So what do you want us to do?”
“Can you lead us to route 18?” A small kid, looking thin enough to snap in the sharpest wind padded up to them. “There’s an old truck stop there, abandoned. We can hide out there for the night, before cutting up across east towards the big city to loose any pursuit.”
He sounded like he knew how to run, unlike Thor and Loki both. They had only been doing this for several months, he spoke with the assurance of years. Loki didn’t like a puzzle. “And how would you know? How long have you been traveling?”
“Ever since I was seven.” He smiled slightly, evenly, like it was nothing more then a joke rather then most of the years of his life. “I know the country like the back of my hand. You have too- or you get picked up by police.”
Yes, This one would work. “Very well, only to the truck stop though. After that, I expect we’ll part ways.”
“You’re not going to the city?”
“No. We just came from that one.”
“Steve here about had a heart attack when we planned to run away in his room, but he decided to join us.”
They were disorganized. Sloppy. They weren’t going to be able to get far. They were going to be killed out in the storm. But Bruce looked calm, Tony was cocky, Natasha and Clint were busy with their own planning, with their new friends Thor and Loki quietly discussing on whether or not they could get away with taking a blanket with them.
Steve took a deep breath, feeling some invisible knot inside of him tighten with… what? “You’re not going to make it. The storm is too violent, you’ll get separated. You need to rope together- Natasha, you’re the best at sneaking around, right? There’s a coil of rope in the basement. We’re going to need it.”
Natasha blinked at him, and Tony pulled himself off of the floor to snarl, “Why should we listen to you?”
Steve took a deep breath, reminded himself that this was what he was made for, and looked Tony right in the eye. “Because I can lead us out of here.”
“Us?” Clint spoke up now, interested.
“Us. I- I have to find some people. They were supposed to come, but they haven’t, and I have to go after them instead.”
Glances were exchanged, and Steve reminded dryly, “You are planning in my room.”
“Done.”
“Then here’s how we’re going to do it. Tony, you hit the breaker and turn off the electricity, Bruce, you keep the adults distracted. Natasha, retrieve the rope, and Thor and Loki here will tie in first. Once Tony trips the breaker, everyone return here to tie in, and we’ll go out the window. We have a five minute opening- the adults will catch us otherwise.”
“Very well then!” Thor boomed softly, “It shall be done.”
A thrill filled him, telling him that this- this was what he wanted.
Steve blushed slightly, head ducking in response. “I had my own reasons. But, I think that my reasons have changed, now. And it wasn’t exactly smooth those first few months- Bruce was the only one who knew the roads even without a map, so we stuck with him, and tried to keep Natasha and Loki from killing each other.”
He paused, considering his words. At last he shrugged, “I haven’t found the ones I was supposed to, but I found better ones.” Steve had his family, had those around him, and really- it was perfect. Just perfect like this.
Coulson feared suddenly, what would happen if someone tried to drive them apart.
Next Chapter