Brian's life wasn't overly exciting for a 17-year old boy and he didn't seem like anything special to anyone unfamiliar with his family and their… special heritage.

You see, Brian may seem like your average teenager, with a loving mother and a cute, yet annoying little brother named Timmy… but that is just what it seemed like on the surface.

Of course, no one would notice the oddly large extended family that would come and visit the trio's home throughout the year. Many being ex-military and from different nationalities.

It wouldn't seem strange to anyone unless you studied up on each of the people and realized that most of them at one time or still do hold powerful positions in the world.

Brian and Timmy's father might not be in the picture, but a slew of different Uncles and Aunts tried their hardest to make sure that their nephews were well taken care of.

And you might think to yourself that this information isn't that big or important, and you would be correct.

That is, until a month ago…

Flashback One Month Ago

The sounds of gunshots echoed through the large room that used to be a peaceful exhibit in the local museum.

Now glass shards littered the floor and anyone on looking the scene would see a large gorilla wearing advanced armor doing battle with a man shrouded in black mist with twin shotguns.

Across the way another strangely dressed woman took cover behind a plaque of some famous event, holding two strange pistol-like weapons and taking a peak out to examine the area every few seconds.

Her eyes were wide, in apparent worry towards the ongoing conflict between the two strange juggernauts. If her disheveled hair or dirty jacket were any indication, she had been involved in the skirmish too.

While the trio of combatants were focused on each other, behind another destroyed exhibit crouched two young boys.

The younger of the two wore bright colored clothes and one of his arms wrapped protectively In a green cast. His eyes were locked on the battle between heroes and villains that, to him, jumped straight out of one of his comic books.

The other boy, one with shaggy brown hair and a blue hoodie-jacket on was much more observant of his surroundings.

After being saved by the large primate earlier, he pulled his little brother behind the ruined display and was hoping to wait out the madness. But now it seemed that was not an option.

A little distance away from both where the brothers were hiding and the fight was going on, a blue skinned woman with a large gun and form fitting suit was working her way towards the most impressive of the exhibits, one of the reasons the two boys had even ventured this far to the museum in the first place.

The gauntlet of Doomfist, one of the disbanded hero group, Overwatch's, greatest foes.

The boy, thinking fast, deduced that they must have come to the museum to steal the gauntlet for their own reasons. And, seeing as the two, former, Overwatch agents looked to be focused on their ghost-man, he had to do something drastic.

He turned to his brother and pulled him close.

With a hushed voice, he motioned to their current position and spoke.

"Stay here, I'll be back."

With that the younger sibling watched with an open mouth as his brother slowly worked his way towards the shattered glass that held one of the most dangerous weapons in the world.

His movements did not catch the attention of any other occupant, including Dave, the slacking security guard, and soon he was positioned directly behind the once powerful exhibit.

Catching his breath, he looked briefly over his shoulder and saw the sniper near him focusing on the battle once more. One deft movement later he held the displaced metal fist in his arms and was silently gasping in a mix of adrenaline and fear.

The sniper might not have noticed the movement, but when she turned back around to see the object of her mission no longer where she last saw it, her anger and suspicion grew.

She looked around the immediate area, but saw nothing that would help her search.

On the opposite side to her, the boy was nervous, yet oddly at ease with the large gauntlet in his possession.

"Looks like I'm the only one between the blueberry and her objective…" he muttered quietly to himself as he saw the probable-assassin searching away from him.

With a sigh, he slid the heavy weapon onto his own, much smaller hand.

A slight shifting of the metal made nearly no noise, but the voice that came after did.

The boy felt a small pinch and yelped as a bit of his blood oozed into the inner mechanisms of the gauntlet.

"DNA ANALYSIS COMPLETE, PATTERN MATCH. PASSWORD…" the fist spoke in a very mechanized voice after running the small test.

The boy didn't seem shocked at the words coming from the machine, but instead whispered something about his Uncle and Grandfather before speaking clearly again.

"… Family Fist."

A loud sound emanated from the weapon as a blue light seeped form the cracks, as if drawing power from itself.

"PASSWORD ACCEPTED. GREETINGS NEW GENERATION." The gauntlet spoke in the same tone.

"Yeah hi…" the boy responded weakly. "Wow, they really did leave the password the same. Mom is going to kill me…"

His musings about deaths at the hand of his mother were cut off at the root by his little brother's voice.

"Lookout!"

His breath hitched as he heard the sniper who was apparently approaching his position turned sharply with a visor on and spotted the younger boy.

He acted on pure instinct, and what followed was ingrained in the memories of all present that day… except Dave.

"HEY!" the much more developed voice called and again the sniper-woman turned around, but this time instead of a small, defenseless child, she was met with the reared back fist of the older boy.

The two locked gazes with each other for just a brief moment, but in that moment two thoughts were conveyed between the duo of unlikely opponents.

The assassin's gaze portrayed a simple message.

'I will remember your face…'

While the boy… well

'Female attention is overrated… Mom was right again…'

And with their thought given, a large shockwave shook the area following a massive left hook given to the blue lady.

She was sent flying and the gauntlet wielding boy shot in the other direction, the weapon detaching from his arm in the process.

With the distraction laid, the battle soon finished with three of the combatants escaping through the shattered roof they had appeared from.

The woman in the strange jumper approached the downed teen and the smaller child who had since come to his brother's side.

No words were shared between the trio as the teen handed the woman the deactivated gauntlet and shared a look with her.

After the silence prevailed for a moment, the woman broke out into a beaming smile.

"The world could always use more heroes!' she said before rushing off to follow her apparent teammates.

End Flashback

That was a month ago, and as many of you either already knew or put together, the teen in the battle was Brian.

His younger brother Timmy had badgered him constantly about the events and how his brother was going to grow up to join Overwatch with Miss Tracer. The conversation never ended.

His mother was indeed not happy about his use of the Doomfist, but that is a story for another day.

For now, we join young Brian as he walks the short distance from his family's home to one just down the road.

According to his mother, a single woman had moved in next to them and to welcome her to the neighborhood, she had made her a rum cake.

Brian, being the eldest, was tasked with taking the cake to said woman and was none too thrilled or put off by it.

"Go give our new neighbor a house warming gift huh?" he said, imitating his mother's voice to the best of his ability.

With a shrug of his shoulders he walked up the small steps and settled before the door on the rather bland porch.

"Maybe it will be a cute girl… pft" he scoffed and rang the doorbell.

After the bell faded he heard what sounded like a woman yelling something inside the house.

"ARG! I 'ave one day off a year!" the yelling got closer to his position.

'It's a woman at least, but was that French?' he wondered as the lock was undone and the door flew open.

The sight that greeted his eyes was one of a very angry, yet attractive woman. She was clearly dressed for comfort, as her clothing was a simple top and short-shorts with her hair up in a lazy ponytail.

That was however not what had his attention.

"Wat zee HELL DO YOU WANT?!" she yelled to his face.

A moment passed and she pulled closer to the wide-eyed boy. Her eyes widening slightly as she did so.

"Wait a minute…" she slowly said as her eyes filled with recognition.

Her musings were halted completely as a large metal plate with a cover were shoved into her open arms.

"HI! Welcome to the neighborhood! Have a cake!" Brian shot out quickly and before startled woman could respond he had already slammed the door and turned on his heels.

Who would have thought his new neighbor would already have him so blue?