Messy

Quite the adventure...

I wasn't quite sure what brought me here. I didn't know whether it was the loneliness after the death of my mother or the longing to get to know the father I have purposefully estranged for years. Irregardless of what has brought me to this point, here I was standing infront of the Avengers tower, cigarette in hand. I'll finish it and then I'll go in. That's the plan. I promised myself I would do this and I'm not about to back out now. I stubbed the cig out on a nearby bin and entered the very large building, the home of the earths mightiest hero's and now, apparently me. I walked up the marble steps and the lush doors opened for me.

"Good Morning, I'm here to see Tony Stark." I said looking at the blonde assistant with as much of a smile as I could muster.

"Of course you are, and may I ask who you are? I mean we don't really let nobody's in to see the boss." With the last comment, she looked me up and down, and frankly was wearing down my temper. Not that my temper was particularly bad, but it was keeping every bone in my body not to come out with a rude remark. That's when I heard a cough from behind me. Tony Stark in the flesh, dear old dad.

"I didn't think that you'd come when it's been so long since the funeral I presumed you had never wanted to see me again and to be honest I wouldn't have blamed you." Tony said, looking down in disapointment.

"Well, not to be rude but I don't have anyone else left, so I thought maybe getting to know the only living reason I'm on the planet was worth it."

As the last word flowed through my lips, I began to question if this was a good idea. This was the question of the day it seemed. On the plane and in the car over, my brain was rattled with the possibility of giving the man who left me, another chance. I understand why, my mother had died in childbirth, and the then 19 year old Tony Stark put me up for adoption. His parents made the problem disappear, because I was a problem, and into the foster system I went, becoming a number in a sea of broken kids. I was 14 when I disappeared, and taken to Russia. I escaped at 19 and found my grandmother June, who died about 4 months ago, leaving me alone and with nobody. Stark had found me when she died, when my name came up in the article about her death. Eliza Stonewall, long lost daughter. I'm not sure why he found me but he did, rather late as I am 21 and no longer in need of parenting. But if nothing else, his money would be helpful.

"That makes sense" he said, whisking me out of my trance.

"I'm sorry I left you, I didn't know-"

"It doesn't matter. I don't care that you're sorry, I just want somewhere to stay, and to be able to know you. And after all, its not like you knew where I was or what you're parents did." I watched his reaction closely, curious to see if he told me a lie.

But assuring me thankfully, he said "Of course I didn't know, and you're a Stark now and I intend to look after you, I can never take those years back, but I can make new ones. Come on up to the tower, I'll show you where you are staying and who everyone is."

The elevator took us up to a living room alive with energy. It reminded me of what a family should be. Everything I've never had. Tony confidently left the elevator and gathered everyones attention. I stood in a stoic freeze-frame, staring at the hero's in front of me, I never really processed where I would be staying or who my roommates would be. My scuffled converse didn't really acclimate to the suave and high-price tag surroundings. Leaving the elevator before the doors closed on my shoulders, I meekly smiled at the Avengers who were listening to Tony ramble about how I am his daughter, and realised that amongst my angst monologue, I was ignoring him beckoning me closer.

"Everyone, this is Eliza. Eliza Stark" I winced at the change in my name, and I certainly had no intention of using the Stark name.

"Stonewall. Eliza Stonewall." I smiled at the people before me, refusing to look at Tony. I recognised everyone in the room, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, Thor and his brother Loki which was a surprise, and finally Bucky Barnes. My gaze remained on the metal-armed assassin as his icy eyes locked with my brown ones. Damn was he cute, but was also a murderer so there's that as well. These people were of myths and legends, and could all kill me before I knew what was happening, so fun.

Natasha was the first one to speak,

"Well, Tony, I am very glad she's here, there is far too much masculinity in the building, another girl to knock you boys on your asses is always good."
"Agreed." This voice, heavily accented, came from Wanda, who offered a warm smile.

They were trying and while I have a tendency towards rude remarks, it felt rude to not agree with them.

"Yeah, I can see it getting a little out of hand, with all the muscle and testosterone, it seems very, erm, male?"

"Of course, there's nothing wrong with that is there ladies?" The jokey comment came from Captain Rogers, who was another very attractive super-soldier. I'm not sure I'll survive here.

"Come on lets get you to your room." Wanda said as her and Romanoff pull you off, with Tony chuckling behind you. I am not too sure how I feel about the tower and its occupants, but I do know that I feel like it'll be quite the adventure, and maybe I'll get a dad out of it. Who knows? 

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