AN: I don't own Young Justice or the Avengers. This story takes place between the Avengers and Age of Ultron. Disregards Iron Man 3, Captain America 2, and the second Thor. Happens in the Five year gap between seasons 1 and 2 of Young Justice. Spitfire/WallyWestxAtremisCrock centric. Team bashing, not because I don't like them, but because it moves the plot forward. They'll find a way to redeem themselves, I'm sure. As is expected, some characters will be kinda-sorta OOC. Alright, on with it!

Wally POV

I was running as fast an hard as I could, in any direction, really. I looked at the trembling girl I carried bridal style, as always. Her golden blond hair streaking behind us and her steel blue eyes slowly leaking tears. I ran carefully, I didn't want to jostle her broken leg. Well, shattered. I shook my head, trying to shake the thoughts that plagued me about why she- we were crying. I obviously hid it, I would never make her feel more guilty. I looked back around at my surroundings. It would appear I ran us all the way to New York. I thought for a second about a hiding place, before running up a tall building. I looked around to make sure it as safe. With the tall buildings, smog, lights and loud music coming from Central Park, Artemis must have felt like she was home in Gotham.

I set my golden haired beauty down gently.

"How do you feel, Artemis?" I asked softly, sitting down beside her. I fiddled with the handcuffs that had been put on way to tight to be good for her.

She just looked at me and choked back a sob. "I-I thought they trusted me," she whispered. "Bu- But as least you believed me." I nodded and kissed the top of her head.

"It'll be okay," I murmured. But our moment of peace was ruined when we saw the approaching figures of our former team-mates. I stood up and pulled Artemis up with me. The team noticed this and charged.

I hauled Artemis back into my arms, and took of at the speed of sound.

A resounding boom echoed and I blacked out.

Flashback- Still Wally's POV

It was a pretty normal day. We took a pop-quiz in science, that I aced, of course. Now it was time to visit the cave. After choking down about a dozen candy bars and changing into my Kid Flash uniform, I ran to an old phone booth in a random alleyway an zata-ed* to the cave.

Recognized, Kid Flash, B03 the robotic voice echoed out. I looked around. Huh, that's odd, there's normally something happening here. Then I heard what sounded like fighting. I poised to run at the noise when it got closer. Then entered Robin, Kaldur, and Superboy dragging a struggling Artemis, in her uniform, from a hallway as she spat,

"What the hell are you guys doing?!" I was asking myself the same question as I sped over. "Yeah, what on Earth is happening, guys?" I stuttered out.

"Your girlfriend is a traitor," a teary Megan put in from behind the group. I threw my head back and laughed.

"Wow," I responded, wiping a fake tear from my eye. "That's the best you guys could come up with? It's a joke right?"

"I sure hope so," Artemis growled from the center of the room, where she had been handcuffed.

"Nope," Robin said venomously, "we never should have trusted Sportsmaster's daughter." I must have looked confused because he clarified. "We found evidence that she was a second mole, one who has been spying on us for her daddy," he sneered.

"Where's your proof!" I screeched, "what right do you guys have to accuse her of that! She hates her dad!" I would know. Artemis came to me whenever her mother was gone and she had nightmares. Nightmares of her dad "training" her, with... questionable methods, to say the least.

Artemis sucked in a breath, nodding. "I'm not a mole, I swear, why would I help Sportsmaster after taking him down so often?"

"You were going easy on him," Megan said, nodding firmly. Artemis opened her mouth to respond when Conner stepped on her calf.

"Don't even try to worm your way back into our lives, traitor" he spat, stomping on the leg with a sickening crunch that echoed around the room. The girl bit her tongue as blood welled up where bone had punctured the skin and was poking out. Artemis turned her eyes to me, a tear leaking from one. Conner went in for another hit but I've had enough. I ran forward and tackled him, then scooped Artemis up, handcuffs and all, before running out as fast as I could. I never noticed the tracker Robin aimed at the back at my head. I never noticed it hit it's mark.

This was the tracker that would end up ruining what we built with our new friends.

AN/ Yup, it's short and probably sucks. I'm still getting the hang of writing... emotions. Help is appreciated, I take all ideas into consideration. Until next time!