Who wants a Marvel AU? ;)

Alrighty y’all. I have another Marvel AU. (I need to stop coming up with so many. XD) This one has really taken a special place in my heart. 😀 Anyways, the basic thing is that this is an alternate universe, of course, so for this one…a lot of things have changed. I don’t want to spoil stuff though, so…if anyone wants to read it, I’m gonna post the first three chapters, all of which are finished. (Except for probably some editing, lol. XD) Now for some tags! @gracie-j. @keilah-h. @eaw24. @hullofellowhumans. @joy-caroline. (I know you said you haven’t watched any Marvel, but…this involves Adoption and I was wondering if you’d like it. If not, just ignore me. XD)

Anywho! Here’s the first three promised chapters! After reading them, would y’all like me to keep sending more chapters as the story progresses, or no? I’ll take thoughts, opinions, and even ideas! This is probably going to be a long one, and I’d love suggestions for what they could all do! I want all the characters to have at least one chapter or portion of a chapter that’s more focused on them, so, if y’all have any ideas, feel free to share! I’m all ears. 😀

Chapter 1

Nick Fury was, to some, considered a fool. To others, he was a complete idiot.

‘Create a group of enhanced kids and all we’ll have is a disaster on our hands’, they said, over and over again. But if Nick knew anything, he knew that it was possible.

And it wasn’t crazy.

Okay. Maybe a little crazy.

“How many kids are you looking for?” Pierce’s question pulled Nick out of his thoughts.

“As many as I can find. How many you got?”

Pierce smiled. “Enhanced kids?”

Nick nodded. “If you have any.”

“Of course, I do. Wait just one minute.” He turned away from Nick, using the phone on his desk.

A phone dinged.

Nick checked his phone. Nick smiled. Just Phil Coulson asking how it was going.

‘Good.’ Nick sent back.

Pierce turned back around. “Alright Nick, they’re on their way.”

He nodded and waited.

Within a few minutes, footsteps sounded, and Nick stood.

He wasn’t expecting so many.

“Ah. You’re all here. This is Nick Fury, an old friend of mine. He is looking for kids to adopt. He will speak to each one of you separately, so wait your turn and when he speaks to you, be sure to be polite and-“

“Why do you have an eyepatch?” Nick turned to the second smallest boy, who had white-blonde hair. Odd for him to have white hair. He looked so young.

“Pietro, what did I just say?”

The boy’s gaze fell, and he hung his head, but not before Nick saw tears fill his eyes.

Poor kid.

“To be polite. Sorry sir.”

“There’s nothing wrong with asking questions. In fact, I encourage questions, alright Pietro?” Nick asked.

He sniffed and nodded. Smiled.

Nick smiled back.

“Alright Nick, we can start with the youngest first and work our way up. You can choose which ones you want to adopt, or, if you chose to adopt none, that’s fine too.”

Nick nodded.

Turned to the one whom he presumed to be the youngest who had messy brown hair, bright brown eyes, freckles, and a front tooth missing. “I’ll speak to them myself, Pierce. I will ask for their names.”

Pierce shrugged. “Suit yourself.”

Nick bent to get down to the boy’s eye-level. The kid smiled. “Hi…”

“Hello. What’s your name?”

“Peter Parker.”

“And how old are you, Peter?”

“Six and a half.”

“Wow. You’re a big boy.”

Peter giggled. “Yeah!”

Nick smiled. Such a cute kid.

He moved on to Pietro, and the girl beside him, who, other than hair color, looked very similar to him. “And you two are?”

“Pietro Maximoff. I’m eleven.”

“And you?”

She smiled shyly. “…Wanda Maximoff. I’m…eleven.”

Nick smiled. She seemed very shy, whereas her brother seemed very energetic. “Twins?”

Pietro nodded enthusiastically. “Yep!”

“That’s wonderful.”

And Nick moved on to the next one. He had black hair, brown eyes, and wore glasses that he kept pushing back up every time they fell even just an inch. “And you? What’s your name?”

“Bruce Banner.”

“And how old are you, Bruce?”

“…Thirteen.”

“What do you enjoy, Bruce?”

“Hm…science. Math. Especially medical science and math.”

“Doctor?”

Bruce grinned. “Maybe…”

Nick smiled.

Moved on. The only other girl out of the group of boys was next. She stood still and ready as soon as Nick came to her.

Almost like a soldier.

Odd, Nick thought.

“I’m Natasha Romanoff. I’m fourteen.”

“You seem much older than that, Natasha.”

She shrugged. “You have to do what you must.” She replied simply, brushing a strand of her red hair out of her eyes.

“I suppose you do.” Nick whispered.

“And what’s your name?”

The next kid, a blonde, flashed him a grin.

“Clint Barton. And Natasha here is my best friend. I’m fifteen.”

“What do you like to do, Clint?”

Clint chuckled. “They won’t let me use my bow and arrow inside. They say it might hurt someone even though it just has suction cups on the end.”

“It could still hurt someone.” Pierce insisted with a scowl.

Nick turned his attention back to Clint. “So, you’re good with a bow and arrow?”

“Yessir!” Clint replied.

Good. He was enthusiastic.

Nick turned to the next one.

Another blonde, but with muscles Nick had never seen on a kid before. He had to be at least seventeen. Maybe even eighteen, although that wouldn’t make sense for him to still be here.

“And you?”

“Steve Rogers. I’m…fifteen.”

Nick looked him up and down. He hadn’t expected that. “How did you get all those muscles, Steve? Do you work out a lot?”

Steve glanced at him.

Their eyes met. “…Yeah.”

Nick smiled and moved on yet again.

The next one made many thoughts run through his head. Muscled almost as much as Steve, a brunette this time with blue eyes, but more than anything, the kid’s left arm took Nick by surprise.

Why did he have a metal arm?

“And…your name?”

“James Barnes. Sixteen.”

Nick nodded. He wasn’t going to ask about the arm. Not when he was just now meeting the kid.

So, he moved on.

Again.

“You two…same age?”

“Yes, sir.” The first one replied. He had short black hair, brown eyes, and dark skin.

“Your name?”

“Sam Wilson. I’m seventeen.”

“And you?”

The other teen smirked. His black hair was styled much more than anyone else’s, and just by looking at him Nick could tell he had maybe once been in a much better off household than the others.

“Tony Stark. I’m seventeen as well.”

Nick nodded and turned back to Pierce. That was all of them.

Ten kids.

They all seemed so nice and every last one of them needed a home.

“Are any of them related?”

Pierce shook his head. “No. Other than Pietro and Wanda, none of them are related. You can come back tomorrow if you like or talk to the kids some more and decide which ones you want to adopt.”

Nick looked around.

Peter. Pietro. Wanda. Bruce. Natasha. Clint. Steve. James. Sam. Tony.

Ten kids.

Nick came to adopt a few. He wasn’t going to be back tomorrow.

“Actually Pierce, I’ve already made my decision.”

 

Chapter 2

“School’s starting back next week. I need to study for my pretests, brother.” Loki muttered, leaning back in the backseat.

“I’m so glad I’m not in school anymore.”

“That’s because you’re nineteen and have decided to not go to college.” Loki replied. Rolled his eyes.

Thor could be a nuisance, but he was his brother.

They’d been through a lot together.

Their mom had died years ago. Then their dad abandoned them. Then they were thrown into an orphanage.

They lived in the orphanage for two years until Nick Fury adopted them both.

“Are you going to get an F in math this time, brother?”

Loki groaned and rolled his eyes. “Don’t remind me, Thor.”

A phone dinged. “He’s on his way out now, brother.”

“I wonder what kids he’s adopted.” Loki mused.

They were waiting in the fifteen-person van.

Loki had never understood why Nick needed such a large vehicle. But now, maybe it would serve some purpose, even if it were just for storage.

After all, there wouldn’t be too many, would there?

“Oh brother, he didn’t get a few.”

“What?” Loki set aside his calculus book and looked out the window.

Kids…and ten of them.

“Thor…there’s ten there.”

“You can count!”

“Hey!” But Loki couldn’t help but laugh.

Even so, what was Nick thinking adopting ten kids at once!?

He had often said Thor and Loki, just the two of them, had been a handful of trouble. Mostly Loki, he would always add.

Loki smirked. So, what if he loved mischief? Nick opened the passenger door. “I’m going to put their things in the back. Kids, get in the van please.”

“Okay!” The little boy with white, blonde hair rushed into the van. Plopped down beside Loki in the backseat. “Hi! I’m Pietro!” He said, sticking out his hand.

“Loki.” He took Pietro’s hand, and he shook it, fast.

“You have a lot of energy…” Loki muttered, massaging his hand, but he grinned, “I like that. Do you like mischief?”
“Loki…” Nick said, carrying a tinge of warning in his tone.

Loki smiled and turned his attention back to Pietro and the girl who stepped in after him. “Ah. And who are you?”

“That’s my twin Wanda!”

“I see…” Loki whispered. Shook her hand carefully. She seemed very shy, but she gave Loki a small smile.

Nick closed the back and got into the passenger seat. Quickly introduced everyone, then put on his seatbelt. “Buckle up, everyone.”

Loki put his book back in his lap and put earbuds in his ears. He would listen to his favorite music while studying.

Math…ugh, he hated math.

Especially calculus.

None of it made any sense.

“Put it back, Pietro.”
“What does it do?”

“I don’t know!”

Loki took out his earbuds. “What are you…no! Pietro, put that back!”

Pietro looked at him, Loki’s staff that Nick and the others had made in his hands, and asked, “Why?”

“Only I can use it, and that could be dangerous if you moved it and hit someone.”

“Yeah Pietro, put it back.”

Loki glanced at the blonde who must have unbuckled and gotten into the backseat. Steve, he remembered. The muscled kid.

“But Steve…”

“Pietro, please. Put it back.” Pietro nodded and began to put it back.

“What’s going on back there?”

“Nothing, brother. Thor, keep your eyes on the road!”

“What are you…ah!” Thor slammed on the brakes, and both Pietro and Steve, both unbuckled, slammed forward, thudding into the next row of seats. Steve had thankfully grabbed Pietro, so Pietro was safe.

But Steve rubbed his head. “Ow.”

“Are you okay?” Loki asked.

“Yeah. I’m…good.”

“Hang on. Please hold. What is going on back there!?”

“Pietro got ahold of my staff. Don’t worry, Nick. We’re solving the problem!” Loki replied.

“Good. Now, sir, where was I? Oh, right…”

Loki sighed. Pietro put the staff back in the back, buckled up, and Steve crawled back over the seat, getting back into his row.

Ten kids.

Loki didn’t see how this was going to work out.

~*~

“We’re here.”

Steve looked the building up and down. Plain, it didn’t look like a normal house, but it was a home, and that was all that mattered.

“Looks a little odd, Steve.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, Buck. But it’s better than the orphanage.”

Bucky nodded slowly.

“You keep calling him Buck or Bucky. I thought his name was James. Is it not?” Nick asked, raising an eyebrow.

“It’s from my middle name, Buchanan. Like James Buchanan, the president.”

“The fifteenth president, specifically.” Steve noted.

Nick smiled.

“There’s the history nerd we know.” Sam said with a wink. Steve playfully punched his arm.

“Yeah. Right.”

“Thor, Loki, grab their bags. I’m going to introduce them to Phil and Maria.”

Thor and Loki obeyed.

“Follow me.” Nick ordered.

Steve felt both Wanda’s and Pietro’s hands slip into his.

“Come on, Steve. Let’s go!” Pietro cried.

“Slow down, crazy.” Tony said with a roll of his eyes, as Peter ran over to him, taking Tony’s hand. “Let’s go, Tony!”

“See? He’s crazy too.”

Steve chuckled. “He’s six, Tony.”

Tony grinned. “I guess so.”

“I’m six and a half, Steve!”

“Whoops. I guess Steve forgot, Peter.” Bucky said with a wink.

The front door opened, and Nick motioned them all inside.

They did so, just as a man and a woman both came around the corner.

“Ten of them?” They both asked at the exact same time.

Nick smiled. “Yep. Ten of them. Kids, he is Phil Coulson, and she is Maria Hill. Maria, Phil, the kids.” And Nick introduced all of them by names and ages.

“Nice to meet you all, but Nick, we only have four extra bedrooms, not including the one Thor and Loki share.”

“I know, Phil. We’ll…make it work. Two kids in all the rooms, but three in two rooms.”

“We’ll need two extra mattresses.” Maria pointed out.

Nick nodded again. “Again, we’ll make it work. I’m sure I have extras in the garage.”

Maria nodded. “I’m sure you do. Now, who’s hungry?”

All hands shot up.

Phil let out a small sigh, but he smiled. “Well, I guess I’ll prepare a few extra sandwiches.”

 

Chapter 3

They were all so different. Nick had brought out bed headboards, and while he, Phil, and Maria put the two extra mattresses in two different rooms, they each personally painted their headboard.

Nick admired the different ones after they attached them to the bed frames.

Each one different.

Each one showed their tastes and interests.

Nick walked down the hall back towards the kitchen, where everyone else was sitting.

Loki was studying again. “You know, I know that whole book.”

“What?” Loki looked up at Bruce. “You’re, what…thirteen?”

“Yeah. But I know that whole book. Ask me a question from it.”

Loki quickly asked him an algebra question. Within a moment, Bruce answered.

“You’re a genius, Bruce!”

Bruce blushed. “Thanks. Because of where my birthday falls, I was a grade behind, but now I’m a grade ahead.”

Loki blinked. “That means…you skipped two grades! Nick, this kid’s a genius!”

“So, I’ve heard.” Nick replied with a smile, sitting down beside Phil.

“What else do you know?”

“A lot of things…” Bruce said, a bit of pride in his smile. The kid had a right to be proud though.

“You’re just a genius. There’s nothing else I can say.” Loki said with a sigh.

Nick smiled. Loki and Thor were already getting along with them all perfectly.

“Alright. There are some things we need to talk about.”

All of the kids turned to look at Nick. “School will be starting next week. You all need supplies and books and everything else you’ll need. And also, some of you will want to or need to take extra classes, correct?”

Tony nodded. “I’d like to take programming.”

“Right. And Bucky will need to take Driver’s Ed, correct?”

“Yeah.” Bucky muttered.

“We can also teach you some driving as well.” Phil put in with a smile.

“I can’t even drive.” Sam put in.

Nick turned to him with a raised eyebrow. Sam was seventeen. “You don’t?”

“Pierce didn’t let us learn, y’know, back at the Orphanage. I don’t know how to either.” Tony added. Shrugged. “I guess he didn’t want us to steal a car and drive away.”

“But why would you do that anyways? You were being clothed. You were being fed.” Maria whispered.

“Barely.”

“Steve, what did you say?” Phil asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Nothing.”

“No. Steve, you said something.” Nick insisted.

Steve glanced up at him with those bright blue eyes of his. “It’s nothing. Honest.”

“I’m hungry…” Peter whined.

“Peter, shh…we’ll get food whenever it’s time.” Clint whispered.

Peter crawled into his lap. “But I’m so hungry…”

“Then we’ll make dinner if you are all hungry. All you had to do was say something.” Maria said, standing.

“You don’t have to. We can wait.” Bucky said quickly.

Nick raised an eyebrow. “…What?”

“He said we can wait. Make dinner whenever you’re ready. Not when we are.”

“Sam, we don’t have to do that. Whenever you guys are hungry, we can make something for dinner or lunch, or breakfast, or whatever meal it is.” Phil replied, worry creasing his brows.

“But you don’t have to.” Natasha insisted.

“But we will. Just tell us when you’re hungry, and if you guys ever need a snack, just get one.” Maria said softly, and Peter got out of Clint’s lap.

“Really!?”

Maria laughed. Tousled Peter’s hair. “Of course.”

“Yay! Hear that, Tony!?”

“I heard all right, weirdo.” Tony replied with a roll of his eyes and smile, just as Peter jumped into his lap. “You’re crazy, Peter.”