Tony Stark's Daughter (MARVEL Fanfiction)

Chapter 1: Where am I?

Noah's POV:

I peered out from behind the door to see if anyone was there. I couldn't see anyone, so I went to sneak into the room but was stopped. My wrist was grabbed by someone. I gasped and turned around to see a relatively tall woman wearing a black jumpsuit. Her hair was a little short, wavy, and fiery orange.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" asked the woman out of curiosity. She seemed strict yet slightly concerned and confused.

I chuckled nervously. "Uhm... Hi?" I said with fear laced into my tone.

The woman's grip remained firm, but not painful. Her sharp green eyes studied me intently, as though she was analyzing every detail of me. "That doesn't answer my question," the woman said, her voice steady and slightly more authoritative. "Who are you, and what are you doing here?"

I swallowed hard. I wasn't supposed to be here at all. "I... I'm Noah. Noah Stark."

The woman's expression shifted slightly, recognition flickering in her eyes, but she didn't loosen her hold. "Stark, huh? You related to Tony?"

"Yeah... he's my dad." I tried to pull my wrist free but found it impossible under the woman's grip. "And you are..?"

The woman tilted her head just slightly, her mouth forming the hint of a smirk. "Natasha Romanoff. You might know me better as Black Widow."

My heart skipped a beat. Black Widow? Oh, no. I'm in way over my head. I had always looked up to Natasha, admired her even. But meeting her in person, especially under these circumstances, felt much more intimidating.

"Wait... you're not supposed to be here, are you?" Natasha asked, raising an eyebrow. Her tone softened, but there was still an edge of suspicion.

I chuckled nervously again, trying to think of a way out. "Not exactly. I was just... looking around? You know, getting a feel for the place."

Natasha raised an eyebrow for the second time. "You're a terrible liar, you know?" she said, a smirk etched at the corners of her lips.

I frowned slightly. "Well... my dad said he was leaving but he didn't tell me exactly where he was going... so, I got curious and hid in the trunk of his car... and I guess that was a stupid idea..." I admitted softly.

Natasha chuckled slightly. "Yeah... even for a Stark that's a little extreme..." Natasha sighed, her grip loosening slightly but not letting go entirely. "Sneaking onto the S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier isn't exactly the best way to follow your curiosity, Noah. This place isn't just some playground for you to explore."

My eyes widened slightly. "Wait... you mean... I'm on the S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier?? As in, Nick Fury, S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

Natasha's face etched into a smirk again, another chuckle escaping her lips. "Yep... and if Fury finds out you're here, you are in even bigger trouble."

My face paled and I looked as though I could puke. "Oh God... I take it, Dad won't be too happy either..?"

Natasha's gaze softened slightly and she let go of my wrist. She seemed as though she was going to say something else but was cut off by a certain someone walking down the corridor.

"Widow, whatcha got there?" asked the mysterious person. My heart felt like it stopped for a second, instantly recognizing who that voice belonged to...