Next Avengers: LEGACY

JAMES-Child of the Cat King

"You've known where they were all this time?"

"Yeaaah, about that, I didn't tell you cause I didn't want you to go all 'I must reunite the Avengers and follow in my father's footsteps'. I mean I figured, maybe they wanna be left alone. LIKE OUT OF THE PICTURE. Maybe they want something we don't have, normal lives. Before today, we never had a reason to NEED them. So you can either except my reasoning or stay ticked off at me." Francis responds.

I glare at him then continue speaking. "How did you get this Intel? Many would kill to get this?"

"Actually, it turns out I'm a really good hacker, I mean it is like S.H.I.E.L.D wanted me to find this. I thought it was a trap so I took the access they gave me and used it to break into to other sites." He nods his head towards the computer.

"So what are you saying?" I ask.

"I've found the Gifted Index. Basically anyone with characteristics that are not human is put on a list and categorized. Every power, there's a girl who can control squirrels... I mean seriously what are you gonna do, pelt people with acorns?"

"Are you on the index?" I ask with a smirk.

"Technically I'm not "gifted" I don't have any super powers, but I never miss, that's worth the world to me. You should see yours."

Barton pulls up a file on the screen.

"That's it? My name, date of birth, and parents. And they think I have powers?"

Francis chuckles and replies. "You really don't see it do you? This is great. We've been under the radar. S.H.I.E.L.D doesn't know where we are then Hydra doesn't either."

I don't even see how that is possible. Francis just can't keep himself out of sight. He enters more archery and knife throwing competitions than I can name, I have no idea how he is still undiscovered. Granted, we live off his prize money, but still it's a huge risk.

"So How about project Next Avengers?" He questions and prepares to type. "I've already created a list of best possible candidates. Here." He stands up and beckons for me to take his seat.

I can hardly contain myself as I pull myself up to the desk and read.
"Wiccan.....no. Speed,no. Hawkeye? What?!! There's two of you? ABSOLUTELY not! No. I don't need two of you."
To my amusement Francis starts ranting about how it is his namesake and his alone. He thinks I'm obsessed with my legacy? He needs to take a look in the mirror. I turn my attention back to the list and keep reading.
"Luna....no. Azari....? What about Azari? He has resources, brains, and skills. This is what we need. The prince of Wakanda and the son of Storm. This is gonna work."

Francis looks over my shoulder and onto the screen. "Well if this is the guy you want....it says here he is at some school. Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngsters. Somewhere in New York, Westchester."

"Ok pack your bags. We leave in the morning."

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