The Next Generation (Marvel Avengers Fanfiction)

Chapter 13

"Death."

"Well now you're just being dramatic."

"I ask for death." Dylan groaned, making his way to the couch after yet another taxing training session. Fun fact: synthesized tar monsters are burning hot to the touch, heavy handed when smacking you across the room, and incredibly sticky. 

"Jason." Lennon spoke from across the living room, picking out solid black pieces of gunk from her hair as she shot everyone a deadly glare. The poor girl had gotten some of the worse of the damage. Her arrows had little affect on enemies that would simply swallow up the weapon in spit it back out in smoldering chunks.

"Yeah?"

"Your dad's an ass."

There was a pause. I, myself, was trying to pick out the unwavering black substance from my goggles, with little to no avail. Sticky webbing also didn't have much of an effect on the nightmarish creatures that Tony had come up with. Jason sighed.

"Yeah."

"You kids are starting to take after Tony." Steve announced, waltzing into the room as we immediately stood to attention. I'm not sure what it is about this guy, but his mere presence evoked a formal and responsible reaction from the lot of us. Even Dylan, who we surprisingly found out had the ability to be sore, sat up a little straighter.  "I'm concerned."

"You say that like my natural leadership qualities and mind boggling intelligence aren't the best additions to the team." And suddenly as Tony entered the room, all of our formal standing left us in a sweeping huff.

"I was more referring to lazy and incredibly pessimistic." Slouched and relaxed, we all stared as the two Avengers began to bicker.

"Hey," I slightly jump out of my skin as Jason snuck up behind me. I'm supposed to have hyper aware senses, how did that boy manage to always catch me off guard? 

"Hey."

Jason was probably the most helpful during practice today. His quick thinking and high IQ helped us come up with a quick dissolving solvent to break down the monsters chemically, seeing as brute force and skill weren't doing the trick. I'm guessing though, that underneath the helmet and visor, Jason looked just as bad as the rest of us; winded, sweaty, and tired.

"You want to help me out with this blaster? I think the tar got into the internal wiring and I could use an extra hand." He smiled sheepishly. I could just make out the outlines of his eyes behind his visor, and a hint of pink from where the edge meets his cheeks. I couldn't help but smile back.

"Sure, I don't think we're missing much." I looked back as Tony began ranting about past missions and some man named "Bucky", whom Steve immediately began to rapidly fire defense for, looking annoyed as if Tony had just brought up a petty spat between the two.

"Bucky?" Lennon questioned, now sitting beside Dylan on the couch as he absentmindedly picked the tar from her hair. It sort of looked like they were a pair of monkeys grooming one another, but if you tilted your head to the side and maybe closed on eye it can be perceived as cute. 

After all, for someone with super strength Dylan looked as if he was taking extra care not to hurt Lennon in anyway as he cleaned her up.

"Long story." The four guys in the room answered in unison, before Tony and Steve promptly began bantering once more.

"Anyways..." I trailed, looking away from the strangeness that was Avenger's headquarters. "Ion blaster?"

"Ion blaster." Jason confirmed, and with that we left the rest of our team to spectate two supposed friends reminiscing about old times.