Avengers with my OC

Avengers

*** Don't own anything except my OC, Claire ***

"It is seven oh two in the morning and the date is May 21st, 2012." I wake up to JARVIS proclaiming the details of the day, and I let out a breath. "The current outside temperature is seventy four degrees, with a high of seventy seven degrees; a bit warm if I do say so myself." I laugh at his comment, then yawn.

"Thanks, JARVIS," I reply, sitting up and stretching. "I think the temperature is just perfect outside."

"Of course you do, Miss Potts." JARVIS replies, and I grin at the system. "Shall I open the shades?" Without hearing my response, he opens them anyway; he knows me well enough. I push back my covers, then slide out of bed. In my sock clad feet, I pad over to the window.

The sun is just starting to peek over the buildings in our city of Manhattan; shimmering across windows and glass. I've always enjoyed sunrises . They always have held a kind of breathtaking beauty for me. Sunsets aren't as pretty. The only thing that could top this is snow. I love snow.

"What time did you say it was, JARVIS?" I ask, not turning away from the sunrise.

"It is now seven oh five, Miss Potts." JARVIS replies, and I nod.

"Thanks." I say, crossing my arms and shifting my weight to one hip. I think I'll go down to check if Tony ever went to bed. Then some breakfast. I heard we had some pancake mix.

Turning away from my windows, I cross my room to open my closet door. I walk inside, then shut the door behind me. After a moment of deliberation, I grab a gray t shirt with slits cut in the back and a pair of short shorts. I walk over to my mirror, then check my back. The slits are over my wing marks, so I think I'm good.

Speaking of which; I open my full twelve foot wingspan and inspect my feathers. They're still their normal light brown, and I fold them a bit to get out the door. I grab a pair of light gray knee socks on the way out, and pull them on while walking to my bathroom.

My wings were a shock to my adoptive parents; I was ten when the marks appeared and eleven when wings formed. Mom almost had a heart attack, while Dad and Pepper just took it in stride. As far as Dad was concerned, as long as I wasn't seen while flying, there was no trouble at all. And Pepper, well, she was the assistant of Tony Stark. She was trained to expect the unexpected. Tony was fascinated and asked several questions when he first saw them.

My bathroom was accommodated to fit my wingspan, so it's rather wide. With a yawn, I unfold them to their full span. I take my brush from my sink counter, then begin to detangle my hair. After a few minutes of brushing, my hair has returned to its natural princess curls, hanging a few inches past my shoulders.

I hum a song from the radio as I walk out of the bathroom, pushing my bangs away from my eyes. A quick tap on the keypad opens my door, and I go out into the hallway. The hallway is lit up; sun coming in from the windows and casting shadows. My wings are half folded in as I walk down it, towards the elevator. Tony and I's lab is on the top floor, and the floor with the balcony is a couple below it. The kitchen is also on the balcony level, so I'll go there after I check on Tony.

The elevator doors open with a soft swoosh, and I step in, rocking back and forth on my toes. I swish my folded-in wings around a bit, and accidentally hit the elevator wall with a thump. I cringe, then still my wings.

"Where to, Miss Potts?" JARVIS's voice sounds in the metal box.

"The lab, top floor, please." I say, then the doors close, the elevator shooting upwards. I start to hum the same song from earlier as the elevator moves, hopping from foot to foot.