((OOC: I’m thinkin’ that it’s summer in New York, but your character doesn’t have to be in New York – though they should all probably be headed there. Also, pleas delete your post.))

Lark smiled over at her father, Hawkeye, her dark brown hair swirling around her head as she sang along to the radio. The black Camaro sped down the highway and Lark’s father looked over at her with apprehension. Lark rolled her eyes and she looked back at the road, only stopping her singing to laugh at her father. “C’mon, Daddy, ya’ve trained me in precision drivin’ since I was ten.” Her father’s brow furrowed, but he had no time to complain to his daughter as she kept singing along to the radio.

The song ended and Lark’s father finally got the chance to actually get a word in. “Just get us to S.H.I.E.L.D. HQ in one peace, please.” Lark sighed and her smile dropped for a moment. She turned down the volume on the radio, not wanting to listen to the incessant voice of the host. She looked back over to her father with an almost pleading look. “Can you remind me again why I have to go to HQ?”

Lark’s father chuckled at his daughter’s pleading look. “They just want to assess what abilities you guys have.” Lark sighed, but then realized what her father had said and looked up at him with a questioning look. “You guys?” she asked incredulously. “As in more than one?” Her father looked back at her with an apologetic look. “The other agents. The other Avengers. They – er – have kids too.” Lark sighed loudly and said quietly under her breath, “Oh goody, a meet-n’-greet.” Her father heard this laughed at her, but only replied with, “Sorry, Larky,” and that was the end of their conversation.

Lark pulled the Camaro up to the S.H.I.E.L.D. building and got out of the car, grabbing her duffel bag out of the trunk and throwing the keys to one of the drivers standing outside of the building. Lark stepped up next to her father and batted her eyelashes up at him. “I promise to apply for colleges if you let me leave.” Her father simply chuckled and stated, “Just like your mother.” He paused a moment and then looked down at her, pointing a finger in her face. “Who, by the way, yelled at me because you haven’t applied to any colleges yet.”

Lark sighed heavily. She knew that her parents were only together because of her. They weren’t married and Lark knew that they were more good friends than really in love. Lark’s father furrowed his brow, placed his pointer finger on her nose, and said in a firm but softer tone, “You’re applying to colleges this month.” With that, he started into S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, calling back over his shoulder, “Who knows? You might even get a gymnastics scholarship somewhere.” Lark was about to call after him, but he was already inside the building, leaving a grumbling Lark to catch up with him.

Jordan was tired, he had been up for two days straight, he took another sip of espresso, it seemed the only thing keeping his heavy eyes from closing shut and transporting him to a dream. Jordan sighed, he picked up a graduated cylinder of vinegar 2g-8-11 and put it in a super conductor with liquid nitrogen in it. Jordan smiled when it didn't explode. He had been working on the project for a moth now and it was finally finished, he had created a source of energy that would last for well... forever.

Jordan jumped when he felt a tap on his shoulder, he turned to see an old Nick Furry. "Knock ever?" Jordan said as he took of his lab coat, he took of his safety goggles and began to wash his hands to get all the possible chemicals off of them. "They're coming, time to assemble." Furry said, he turned and walked out of the room. Jordan sighed. he had been living in S.H.I.E.L.D. HQ for about two months now, he had been sent earlier due to his "power" and also his project/experiment.

Jordan followed Furry's pat to a large room, one wall was covered by a large computer screen with the Avengers logo on it, Jordan Face palmed. "No." he said to himself, Jordan took a seat at the table, he knew what was going on and he didn't like it.

Freya leaned on the rail of the balcony and gazed out into the seemingly endless world of Asgard, her home. Well, partly. Technically, she was supposed to be "visiting", according to her mother back on Earth. Regardless, she'd been there for a little over a week and wouldn't have been planning on leaving if not for the summons she'd received, along with her brother, Braego. She rubbed the pendant around her neck between her rthumb and forefinger. In reality, it was her weapon: the scythe, Gjennemfore. A childhood gift from her father.

She rested her chin on one of her hands and sighed. Where was Braego? She'd wanted to leave for Midgard (also known as the Earth plane) together. Although she wouldn't admit it, she hated travelling alone.

(Don't kill me for the shortness, okay???? XD)

The son of Thor was preparing for his departure. He was in his quarters fastening on his armor. The last piece was his royal blue cloak which he attached to his armor with practiced ease. He turned to grab his mighty weapon, The Bane of Jotunheim only to find his mother holding it in her hands, a sad look marred her otherwise strong and beautiful features.

"My son... Long have I feared this day. That Midgard would call you away from all you've known to champion them as they did your father."

Braego managed a warm and confident smile as he stepped toward her.

"Be at peace mother. I was raised by the two greatest warriors of Asgard. There are few dangers that Midgard can muster that frighten me."

The young Asgardian's words were bold and confident. They reminded his mother much of his own fathers in his youth. Where Braego's response was meant to calm they only solidified Sif's concerns.

"Yes... that is what worries."

She said with blatant concern and love in her voice. With that she extended her hands and Braego's weapon to him.

"May the blessings of the All Father and all the nine realms be upon you my son."

Braego took up his weapon and took comfort in the familiar feel of the handle in his grasp. The weight of it was almost soothing. The Shield Maiden of Asgard, Lady Sif leaned in and gave her son a warm kiss on the forehead before she held his face in her hands.

"Be safe Braego."

He gave her a smile and a firm nod before leaving the room. He made his way through the majestic golden halls to find his sister Freya waiting for him as she gazed out upon the radiance of the Realm Eternal.

"It truly is a sight to behold is it not, sister? You must join me upon the next Odinsleep for after he wakes the most wondrous celebration is held in honor of the glorious dead who gave their lives in the defense of Asgard and have earned their place in Valhalla."

His smile widened as his mind drifted to his first Odinsleep where he fought beside his father for the first time. Odin's lifeblood flows through Asgard, and Asgard is Odin. His power is all, and he keeps the Asgardian realm safe. But once each winter, the All Father must rest and enter the Odinsleep. While Odin slumbers, his absence leaves Asgard vulnerable and this is when the wicked descend upon his kingdom. For seven days, an onslaught of trolls, giants, dark elves and demons seek to take control of the Nine Realms. But they are eternally defeated by the forces of Asgard led by the Mighty Thor. Braego breathed out a sigh of exhilaration at the memory of the glorious battles he had fighting shoulder to shoulder with his father and yearned for many more to come. He turned to his sister and put his hand on her shoulder with a warm smile and a fiery glint in his eyes.

"I long for the day that you may stand beside me in the defense of Asgard little sister. I wonder why your mother does not permit you to come to Asgard during the Odinsleep... it is curious. I've seen you fight, I fear we may have to hold the celebration early for with you in the fray the enemies of the Realm Eternal have little hope of lasting the week."

He said with a laugh at the last bit.

Freya laughed at her older brother's humor. He might be really, really old fashioned compared to those in her world, but he was quite funny when he wanted to be. She shrugged, smiling a bit. "Well, brother, I must be honest. I'll try my best to convince my mother, but there are no guarantees." She paused, then thought for a bit. After a moment, she added, "However, I do believe I might be able to sway her opinion. Odinsleep sounds like fun. I can tell I'd enjoy myself." Freya smiled again and looked out once more over the glorious golden realm of the Asgardians. It was breathtaking, although she'd seen the scape countless times. Ripping her gaze away, she turned back to Braego. "I believe the 'mortals' are awaiting our arrival, brother. It seems most urgent, too. We probably shouldn't keep them waiting much longer."

Braego nodded in agreement as he rolled his shoulder reflexively.

"Right, let us go then."

He said before the two siblings made their way across the goldne city. The destination was the station of the Gatekeeper of the Asgard. The brother and sister entered his chamber to find the guardian staring out inot the Nine Realms seeing only what his eyes could see.

"Heimdall, I need you to open the bifrost. Freya and I must go to Midgard."

Braego said. Heimdall turned with his ever stoic expression.

"Yes I've heard son of Thor. As ever, if you need to return merely call on me and the bifrost shall be open to you."

With that he stepped up to the platform and sank his blade into the great device that opened the portal to the nine realms. Magical lightning arced out from Heimdall's sword and within moments the portal opened itself.

"Step into the portal children of the Odinson."

Braego gave him a nod and turned to Freya.

"Come sister, show me your world."

He said with a smile.

The early morning sunlight poured into the large laboratory through massive glass panels that lined the far wall and allowed for a magnificent view of the skyline of Seattle, Washington. The gentle hum of electronics coursed through the air in waves with the occasional interruption of high pitched beeps or sharp clicks as the various computers and pieces of technology worked strenuously to keep up with Valentina Stark.

She stood in the middle of the massive room, holographic screens surrounding her as her sea-foam colored eyes scanned the complicated data as though it was a children's book. Her long dark hair was down and messy from the night before, her face bare of makeup, and clad only in a black dress shirt that barely covered the top of her thighs and left little to the imagination. Barefooted she padded across the room, after inputting some calculations, and picked up the seaming cup of coffee that had just finished being filled by the high tech coffee maker in the tiny makeshift kitchen she had installed in the lab because she spent so many hours there. Down the hall there was a much more elaborate kitchen, but it was rare that she actually cooked anything. She didn't have the time.

Suddenly the calming voice of EVE, the AI she had designed, spoke through the sound system that was installed on the entire floor of Stark towers that she lived on, "Miss, your father wanted me to remind you that you are expected to be at S.H.E.I.L.D. head quarters this afternoon."

Valentina continued on with what she was doing, sipping coffee as she walked slowly across the room and down the hall towards her bedroom, "Ah, yes, and how I have been looking forward to it. It's like Christmas has come early." She said in the cool sarcastic voice that she had inherited from her father but, like him, it was quite hard to actually upset her and so she shrugged her shoulders and spoke again, "Make sure that the 24-CC7 jet is ready for take off in forty-five minutes and that my suit is on it."

"Of course. Your father also wanted me to remind you that your mother isn't too fond of your guests sneaking out in the morning. He suggests they use the stair case at the back of the building to avoid further problems." EVE said, causing Val to laugh.

"Good advice. Tell him I've got it under control." She managed between laughs, not feeling ashamed at all. She knew full well that her mother and father were not monogamous (her father, mostly), something which she was certain had influenced her own dealings with the opposite sex.

She rounded the corner and walked through the double doors and into her large extravagant bedroom, placing the empty cup down on a modern glass side table before directing her attention towards the king size bed at the center of her room. The sleeping figure of a man lay amongst the fine linens, broad muscular back towards her and dark hair messed about his head from the vigorous activities of last night.

"Chace, darling, get your ass up." Val said loudly, walking over to her large closet and glancing over it's contents in order to try and choose an appropriate outfit for the day. Behind her there came the mutterings of a person waking from a deep sleep, sheets shifting around his body as he managed to sit up and slide off the bed.

"It's Chad, actually." He said with a bit of a smile, obviously too pleased with last night to be upset that she had gotten his name wrong.

"Of course it is. Now get your stuff together and hurry along, I have to leave for an important business meeting." She said, not bothering to waste time turning around to talk, and selected a black suit jacket that was cut daringly low in the front and a black tight skirt that would hit a few inches above her thighs. She would pair it with red heels. Done.

She felt Chad's hands sneak around her waist, placing a seductive kiss on her exposed neck. Her lips quirked into a smile and she turned around, catching his mouth in hers briefly, and then raised her brows at him, "You're first on my list for when I get back. Now, I'm going to go shower and as much as I would like you to join me I need to make this quick and we both know nothing about last night was quick." She said in a throaty whisper that made Chad laugh as he released her and reluctantly grabbed his things.

He was half out the door when she remembered and called out with a laugh, "Take the back stairs!"

Smiling contentedly, Freya beheld the portal, the mystical bifrost. "Alright then," she said. "To New York." Turning to Braego, she added, "Best to arrive in style, right?" And with that, she stepped into the portal.

They were on a rooftop. Thank God, no freefalling. She wasn't in the mood. Looking about the cityscape, she was pleased to see that the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters building was right across the crowded New York street. Looking to Braego, she said, "Now then, for your first challenge: crossing the street."

In a matter of minutes, they were out of the building and at street level. She stuck close to her brother, making sure he didn't get too angry at the citizens who were shoving and jostling to get wherever the hell they needed to be. Freya led him to a crosswalk, where they waited for what seemed like forever for the light to change to that white figure that was walking, whatever it was called. She fast-walked across the street, indicating for him to do the same. And there before them, was their destination.

Freya cast one look over her shoulder before opening the door and heading inside with her brother.

((OOC: waiting for you guys))

The utter chaos of the busy metropolis was almost overwhelming. Braego had only visited Midgard a handful of times and never left Freya's home during his visits. Both his sister and Jane thought it safer with his temper and unfamiliarity with human ways to keep him indoors. Everyone that they passed on the street stared at him like he had three heads causing the young man to quickly become agitated but his sister's soothing hand and presence kept him in check. They reached a massive building with more windows than one could count. Even for one accustomed to the towering golden spires of Asgard this was truly impressive. Freya led Braego inside where they were instantly met by a man in a black suit.

"Ms. Foster, Braego. You're late. Right this way."

Without even waiting for a response the man turned and led the siblings deeper into the facility past countless men and woman hurrying about to whatever task they were intent on completing. They were taken to an elevator that after the agent punched in a security code brought them several floors down. After stepping off they were greeted by four heavily armed men. The agent flashed a security badge and the trio passed the first check point. They walked in silence down a long corridor that was well lit with perfectly spaced wall fixtures bathing the entire space in artificial white light. At the end of the hall was a massive metal door. The agent leaned forward and a blue light scanned his retina. The light turned green and sounded off a simple chime and the door opened with a hiss. As soon as the door opened six men, heavily armed like the men from the elevator stopped them. For a second time the agent flashed his badge but this time it apparently wouldn't suffice on its own.

"Security phrase?"

One of the men asked.

"Bucky."

The agent replied flatly. The men stood aside and the agent, Freya and Braego were allowed to pass. The son of Thor stared curiously at the men wondering if they actually believed they could stop him if he'd sought just pass by them. The children of Thor were led down a second hallway identical to the first but this time reached an elevator at the end of it. The agent pressed his thumb on a touch pad beside the elevator doors. Its scanned his fingerprint before opening the doors. Once again the trio all filed into an elevator and were taking down several floors and just like the first time the doors opened to reveal armed guards. This time there were eight of them with guns up and at the ready. One stepped forward and collected the security badge while a second quickly scanned the agent's body. Once the handheld scanner flashed green the man gave the first guard a nod.

"He's clean."

The first guard looked at the agent stoically.

"Security phrase?"

"Howling Commandos."

The agent replied unphased. The eight guards lowered their weapons and stepped out of the way. The agent led Braego and Freya past them and down a set of hallways. This time the halls were significantly dimmer, with black walls and obsidian floors giving everything a much more somber tone. They passed no one on their silent march until the reached a simple set of unassuming doors. The agent opened them and stepped back allowing the siblings to enter. Braego and Freya stepped into a massive room with a huge screen on one wall. A large letter "A" was displayed on the screen. In the center of the room was a huge zero shaped table with only one person seated at it. A unassuming young man who looked unpleased to be there. Standing at one end of the table was a man Braego had met only once and hadn't taken much of a liking too.

"Nicholas Fury..."

Braego growled as almost an insult. Fury just locked that keen eye of his with the young Asgardian's.

"Braego, Freya... Nice of you to join us."

Freya frowned. The ever-so-businesslike Nicholas J. Fury. She put on a small, forced smile. "Nicky. What a pleasant surprise," she said, although there was nothing pleasant nor surprising about Mr. Fury's presence in the room. 

It was a rather state-of-the-art chamber; everything sleek, modern, technologically enhanced. As her gaze passed over the room, she noticed another person in the room with them: a young man that didn't look much older than Freya herself. He didn't look too happy about being there. 

She took a seat in the chair across from the nameless boy and looked at the screen, if for no reason other than just to look at something. She toyed with her pendant again. As she did this, she suddenly wondered what time it was. Morning? Afternoon? Freya frowned screw it. It wasn't that important anyhow. What was important was why her awesome otherworldly family visit had been interrupted. 

"Hey." Jordan said, he saw a look of diastase or some spite from the other young man to Fury. Jordan smiled, at least he wasn't the only one being dragged into this. Jordan looked around the room, it had the large computer screen covering one entire wall, the walls were black bricks, obsidian Jordan guessed. The walls were reinforced by steel beams, the table he was at was a large circle with at least twelve seats at it. The rest of the room was like an office, there were smaller computers around, the one that floated and you could manipulate. Jordan loved those computers.

Jordan smiled wider when he saw the young woman, she was stunning with beautiful brown hair. Jordan got up and walked over to her. He offered her his hand to shake. "I'm, Jordan Banner, nice to meet you beautiful." Jordan said with a smile. Jordan then felt a little better about the new Avengers thing going on, Jordan looked at the young man again and knew who he was, it was the son of Thor. Jordan could tell due to what he was wearing. Jordan's dad and Thor hadn't gotten along the best when they were in the Avengers program and he hoped it wouldn't pass through the DNA.

Freya hesitantly took the other boy's hand and shook it gently. Banner... So this was the son of the Incredible Hulk? She blinked. Her father had never exactly been friends with Dr. Banner. But, this was no time for rivalries to interfere with the introduction of the next generation. She gave a small smile. No one had ever called her beautiful before. She'd never thought herself too pretty, or even cared. But it was nice to be complimented. "Hi... Freya Foster. This is my brother, Braego," she gestured to get older brother. "Nice to meet you as well."

She was surprised she wasn't being all reclusive and shy like normal. Freya wasn't typically good around strangers. Usually, they ended up pissing her off and she got into fights with them. It was nice to meet a decent person every once in a while. 

Lark and her father stepped into the long, tall lobby of S.H.I.E.L.D. HQ and were instantly greeted by a woman in a black dress with black heels. lark had been to the building many times, but this was the first time she had ever seen this woman. The woman extended a stiff hand to Lark and said curtly, "Kit Lively." Lark raised an eyebrow, but took the hand and said, mockingly matching the woman's steely tone, "Lark Barton." Lark looked over at her father who had to suppress a laugh at his daughter's dry humor, but when Lark looked back at the woman, she was glaring daggers at both of them. "Follow me," she said impatiently and began to lead the two down a hallway, passing numerous security checks on the way until they came to a door.

Lark's father looked from the door, to Ms. Lively, and then back again and whispered over to Lark, "Sorry Larky, didn't know the new girl had a stick up her a-" He was cut off as Lively turned around impatiently to the duo and the door opened to reveal a room filled with Nick Fury and three other teenagers. Lark had begun to laugh hysterically at her father and Lively turned impatiently to Lark's chuckling father and pointed down the hallway, telling him that he couldn't be in the room and he would meet the rest of the team down to hall. Still laughing, Lark's father complied and made his way down to the hallway with a small wink to his daughter, while Lark who was still laughing stepped into the room of people with Lively at her heels.

Finally coming off of her laughing fit, Lark looked over at the head of the table to see the director, Nick Fury, and smiled deviously. "Why hello there, Mr. Fury. How's that burn doin' on your arm?" Lark asked. The last time Lark had seen Fury, he had been speaking of how Lark's father and mother might be liabilities to the team. Lark had been so pissed off that she had shot a flaming arrow far enough to not hit him, but close enough for the arm of his suit jacket to catch in flames. Lark smiled at the man who just grumbled a greeting to her and then looked behind her to Lively who walked over to him and they began to discuss something or other. With a sigh, Lark turned to the rest of the room and looked around. "Fun," she stated simply under her breath, mentally predicting that, if they were anything like their parents, a fight would break out between two of them within the course of this meeting.

Braego hadn't been intent on a fight breaking out but the way the son of the Hulk was looking at his sister was making that a difficult feat to accomplish. Braego stood protectively at Freya's side and looked down at the young boy half his size.

"Take a care son of the Hulk. Your father's tale is known well in the halls of Asgard. You would do well mind your gaze around my sister."

The young Asagardian's voice was almost daring the boy to speak up in defiance. He did not know the young man at all but Braego had heard enough of his father. He would not let the monster within him harm his sister. He would tear down the walls of Helheim before he would allow his sister to take pains from anyone or anything.

The 24-CC7 jet got Valentina to S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters in New York in no time, which did not surprise her for her father and her had designed the engines on the plane. The jet landed on the private strip at the airport, reserved only for celebrities and those with enough money to buy out the entire airport (like Stark industries, for example), and Val got off the jet and walked across the tarmac towards a black helicopter not too far away. She didn't want to waste time driving through traffic when she could simply fly directly to HQ.

Once on the helicopter it only took fifteen minutes to get to headquarters, landing smoothly on the roof of the tall building. A barrage of heavily armed men instantly appeared on the roof, waiting for her to exit the helicopter to ensure it was not some unwanted guest.

"Luke, be a dear and take my suit inside just in case I need it." She said to the tall man next to her. He had worked for Stark industries for a while and was one of the few she would trust her suit with. Currently she was working on completing a suit that would be far more compact, but it would not be completed for a while and certainly not anytime soon if these visits to S.H.I.E.L.D. became a usual thing.

"Of course, Miss Stark." He replied and followed after her as she exited the helicopter.

The men that had surrounded the helicopter lowered their weapons immediately upon seeing them, the younger members in the squad looking slightly uncomfortable as they tried to remain professional despite their desire to take a good look at the voluptuous brunette. Like she had decided upon earlier she wore the low cut black suit jacket which allowed the swell of her chest to be seen quite clearly and also accented her small trim waist, a short black skirt covered the upper portion of her thighs while the rest of her legs were bare. A pair of red pumps were on her feet, making her already tall frame stand at over 6'1, and matched the red lipstick that covered her full lips. Her long dark locks were down in loose voluminous curls, a dash of mascara highlighting her sea-foam colored eyes.

"Miss Stark, if you'll follow me I'll take you to the meeting room."

She directed her attention towards the man who had spoken and gave him a cool smile, "Yes, well, let's get going then." Val said and walked off without him into the building, causing him to chase after her.

"Uh, miss, it's actually faster if we go down this hallway..." He said, gesturing towards a long hallway to their right.

"It's a full minute shorter to go this way and we don't need to deal with the time wasting security procedures. Cut through a few rooms, the laboratory in room 223, and a quick turn to the left then we're there." Valentina said without stopping, heels clicking confidently on the shining floors. She did not need to look at the man trailing after her quick pace to know that he was surprised by her knowledge of the building, especially in the secure area they were in, "Your security system is a little outdated. The Stark RX would have been a much better choice." Valentina added, amusement clear in her voice as she threw open the door to room and followed through. A few minutes later she entered the laboratory as the guard continued to follow after her mutely.

She made her way around the computers, casually making note of the technology S.H.E.I.L.D. was using, and finally through open the door on the other side and excited into the hall. A few doors down she could hear the sound of voices and knew that she was in the right area. Then again, that was no surprise.

"Yes, so, it's just down the hall there." The guard managed, trying to sound like he was the one that had lead her here when it was very much the opposite.

"I've got it from here, sparky." She said cooly, dropping him a playful wink before turning and walking away from him. The sound of voices got closer and she picked out who they were rather easily: Skylark Barton, Jordan Banner, Freya Foster, and Braego Thorson. A few days ago, when she had been told about the meeting, she had taken an afternoon to learn all she could about the sons and daughters of the other Avengers so that nothing would be a surprise. If it was one thing she was good at (and lets face it, she was good at a lot of things) it was being prepared.

The door slid open, allowing her access to the room and she was left with the view of the burly Braego threatening Jordan and flexing his muscles in an attempt to look like the bigger man (no real doubt that he was). Freya stood next to him and Lark sat off to the side looking slightly indifferent about the situation, if not a little pleased with herself.

"Looks like the party has started without me." She commented, strolling into the room and right between Braego and Jordan, "Try not beat each other to a pulp yet, boys. I'd like to get this meeting over with first." She added, taking a seat at the opposite side of the table and crossing her long lean legs before casting a glance at Nick Fury, "Afternoon, Nick." She said, giving him a dramatic joking wink that would have made her father burst out in laughter.

"Nice of you to join us, Miss Stark." Nick replied in his rough voice, clearly unimpressed with the group.

Braego turned at the sound of the newcomers voice. The woman was stunnigly beautiful, with an aluring figure that the love Goddess Frejya herself would have reason to be jealous. Yet her beauty was dwarfed by her bold almost arrogant attidtude. Her voice dripped with confidence with which Braego could see little reason for. She did not have the look of a warrior to him yet she spoke to those around her like she was their betters. Either fortunately for Jordan, Braego or everyone in the room Braego took his attention from Bruce Banner's son and turned it to the captivating Miss Stark. He was bout to speak when Nick Fury finally adressed the group.

"Well now that you're all aqcuainted I'd say it's time we get down to business."

Fury said as he walked out around the table and stood in front of the massive screen.

"Some of you know why you're here."

His eye fell on Valentina, Skylark and Jordan.

"The rest of you are about to be brought up to speed."

His gaze turned to Braego and Freya.

"You're here because of your parents. You're here because of what they are able to acomplish together. We're here hoping you can do the same."

Jordan sat down by Skylark grumbling at Bragoe's failed attempt to intimidate him. Jordan looked to Furry when he began to speak. "Blah blah blah, get to it. What the hell is with the Avenger's logo?" Jordan asked, he was tired of people that didn't get to the point, he hated suspense.

"You are the next Generation." Furry said, Jordan knew that.

"Obviously." Jordan said, he crossed his arms.

"You are the next generation of Avengers." Furry leaned against on of the Obsidian walls and pointed to the huge computer screen. A image of all the origanal Avengers came on the screen, then pictures of them , all the teens of the room.

Jordan was pissed. "This isn't what I signed up for Furry." Jordan said obviously angry.

Jordan felt like killing someone, he told them he didn't want to fight and now he wanted him just because he could turn into a feral beast. It wasn't his thing.

Freya said nothing, but half-glared-half-gaped at her brother. What the hell? She was perfectly fine! Jordan was perfectly fine! Braego was overreacting to nothing! It. Was. A. Handshake! She lowered her head. She should've expected something like this from Braego. It was no surprise. When she looked up, she frowned. He had the audacity to check out some chick that had just walked in, but she couldn't get a damn handshake? 

Silently fuming, she payed attention as Nick addressed the group. While he was speaking, Freya remembered that their parents had gone after Loki again. Uncle Loki, up to his old tricks. She leaned her elbows on the table and rested her head in her hands. When would they get down to fighting?

Braego stared up at the image and was unsure of how to feel. A part of him felt overwhelming pride at standing in the same spot his fathers does, another part felt irratation at the entire idea. He'd much rather return to Asgard and prepare for the next Odinsleep. Fury took a few steps toward the table and tossed a manilla envelope on the table.

"Well I'm sorry to hear that Mr. Banner but even your feelings aren't more important than the saftey of the world. Your father may not like it either but he understands that too. That goes for all of you... Let me give you a bit of wise words from a WW2 vet I know. Each of you may have your reservations about working together, working for S.H.I.E.L.D, working with me but the fact is folks we don't have much of a choice. When the fate of the world hangs in the balance it falls on those with the power to make a difference to put their differences aside."

Braego listened to Fury's words and while not likeing the situation he couldn't help but agree with him. He turned to Freya curious of her thoughts.

"What do you say Freya?"

He said in a hushed tone.

She bit her lip, anger dissipating to make way for contemplation. She wanted to go back to Asgard with her brother, not deal with the issues of the general population. Plus, she wasn't too sure how cooperation with these others was going to happen. She had a feeling there would be fights amongst themselves, and that was not something Freya wanted to involve herself with. She muttered her response, "I don't know... what could possible so important that we need to deal with it?"

Freya considered this some more. Her mother was human. If the danger was as urgent as Fury had made it sound... the humans could quite possibly be put in jeopardy, and she owed it to her mother to at least try to do something about it, even though she didn't really want to. She sat back in the chair, worrying a rip in the sleeve of her sweatshirt. "I want to know more," she finished.

Lark chuckled as the taller girl strolled into the room with a confident air about her. Lark had absolutely no clue why, but she like the girl's attitude. Maybe it was because Lark, herself, had a very dry sense of humor, but she couldn't be sure. LarkShe smiled up at Fury's annoyed look at each of them. "Not all it's cracked up t' be, eh Fury?" Lark half-whispered to the man. Fury only looked at her with a bit of distaste and sighed heavily, looking around the room and then behind him to Lively. "This is Kit Lively. While I'm over there making sure that your parents don't kill each other, Ms. Lively will be hear making sure that you don't kill each other."

With that, Lively stepped up to the plate and nodded curtly. "You all have conflicting personalities just as your parents, but I believe that if they can work together, so can you." Lark couldn't help but roll her eyes and looked over at Lively with a chuckle. "Yeah. We're off to a great start," she said sarcastically. Lively glared at her and then back at the rest of them. "Look you don't have to like it, but you must care at least a little about this world." Lark chuckled, but bit her tongue to keep herself from making another sarcastic comment.

If Freya was willing to entertain the idea of working with this team than he would be at her side if for no other reason. Braego crossed his arms over his chest, displeased that Fury could not even take the time to tell them of this venture they would be on himself and instead, delegated to one of his subordinates.

"We have already proven our willingness to fight your battles Ms. Lively. If that were not the case none of us would have bothered to make the journey. Now loose your tongue and speak plain. What threat faces Midgard?"

Braego said, speaking up.

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Jordan sighed. "I guess." he said. "I'm not fighting unless I have to though." he said under his breath. Jordan looked at Furry. "Why do you need us?" Jordan asked motioning around the room.