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𐬽𐬾_____𐬿𐬼
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝟐𝟏𝐬𝐭, 𝟗:𝟐𝟑 𝐔𝐂𝐓+𝟒 𝐄𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐀𝐠𝐨
𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐒𝐀𝐓 on the top bunk with her older brother, James, as Tony picked up baby Pym.
"Can we hear it again, please?" James pleaded as he pulled Clara away from the edge of the bed, the girl trying to look down at her brother Azari and her sister Torrin.
"More! More!" The three-year-old girl yelled excitedly.
"Okay, one more time. And then it's off to bed," Tony told them sternly as he patted Pym on the back.
"Yay! Whoa," Clara yelled as she almost fell off the bed again, but James caught her and pulled her back.
"And there came a day, unlike any other, where Earth's mightiest heroes were united against a common threat. The solider, the god, the knight, the spy, the giant, the king, the pixie, the ghost, and the archer. On that day, the Avengers were born. To fight foes that no single hero could withstand. Time traveling conquerers, 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 soldier and spy fell in love. As did the giant and pixie. The king found his queen. And the thunder god returned to his kingdom far away from the world of man. 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 his way. Sadly, their defeat was inevitable. But before they fell, the Avengers hid their children in a faraway 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."
As Tony finished the story, he smiled to himself seeing James asleep with Clara on his back, and Azari on a sleeping Torrin's knees. He put Pym in his crib, pulling up his blanket and placing his stuffed ladybug next to the baby's face before turning off the light and closing the door.
𐬽𐬾_____𐬿𐬼
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐉𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝟔𝐭𝐡, 𝟏𝟐:𝟎𝟒 𝐔𝐂𝐓 +𝟒 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐲
Clara sat in her spot on a tree branch, drawing the sight of the jungle before her. (As if she hadn't a million times already.) Even with the whole incident with their robot parents and having to take them down, nothing had really changed. The only difference, it felt, was that Francis and Vision had joined them in the dome.
