A/N: Hey guys, so this is my first "Avengers" fanfic and my first fanfic in about 10ish months, so I'm a little rusty. I hope you all like this story, because it's been swirling around my head for a while. It will be multi-chaptered.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters involved with the "Avengers", they belong to Marvel.


Delilah. She was 18. Also, she happened to be Tony's daughter. That was the only information given to the Avengers when Stark informed them that Stark Tower would soon be home to someone new.

As it turns out, in his mid – to late twenties, Tony Stark had been married to some crazy model. Though it was an unhappy, adultery filled marriage, they had somehow had two children: a boy named Darren, now twenty, who refused to be in the same room as Tony, and Delilah. As children, to Tony's dismay, the kids had hardly seen their father, and rarely spoke to him. Recently, Delilah and Tony had begun to speak quite a lot, and he was often texting her instead of going to meetings. After being accepted to NYU's vocal program, Tony had offered Delilah a room in the "Avengers" Tower. She accepted.

She was tall, and skinny and, in all honesty, gorgeous; Natasha wouldn't help but think it was because of her mother; though Tony was handsome, his spawn couldn't be that attractive. Delilah and her father shared the same dark hair and sense of humor: dry and sarcastic. She was also funny, and wore pastels a lot. She fit in perfectly with their weird family. Delilah was willing to play video games with Tony and Clint. She would play piano for Natasha while she danced, but only when Natasha asked, and she only usually asked after long, Clint-less missions. The youngest Stark would listen to Steve and Thor's tales of their childhoods and lives before they came to the 21st century. On Saturday afternoons, she would make Bruce Kraft Dinner and they would have lengthy conversation about science, and the influence of music and the media and whatever had on the human brain. She fit in perfectly.

Steve noticed a lot about Delilah during her first year with them. She loved fruit and orange juice. When alone in a room, she would sing, sometimes quietly and sometimes really loudly. That is not a creepy observation because their rooms are right beside each other's. She was patient and was willing to explain any and every 21st century thing to Steve and Thor. Delilah liked wearing men's tank-tops (and they liked her right back) Her hair matched her dark, powerful eyes. She was smart and funny and feisty. Steve couldn't help but be reminded of Peggy everything he looked at her.


It was mid-December when it happened. Tony and Pepper were at some opening for some art gallery somewhere, Clint and Natasha were on a mission, Thor was in Asgard dealing with the last of Loki's trails and Bruce was holed up in his lab. As the snow fell, Steve sat on the large, modern couch in the main living area, facing the skyline of Manhattan. He was nursing a glass of schnapps; the same kind Doctor Erskine had offered him all those years ago. Though the alcohol no longer affected him, the burn was a reminder of his old life, of everything he had lost.

Steve's façade of the brave war hero, always on, always in charge, was slowly beginning to crumble, leaving behind a shell of a lost man, unsure of anything. He couldn't help but wish he could go back, back to before the war, when he'd been small and skinny; back to when he still had Bucky and Peggy; back to when everyone he held dear was still alive. The Captain couldn't hold it in any longer; he began to sob, tears streaming down his face.

He wasn't sure how long it had been. Minutes? Hours? But he felt warm arms wrap around him, pulling him out the ocean his tears had created. "Shhh…" Delilah whispered, rubbing soothing circles into Steve's back. "It'll be okay, don't cry."

Delilah's heart broke as she watched him cry, as she felt his sobs shake his body and her's. The Captain, the Star-Spangled Man With a Plan, he was the savior, not the one in need of saving. Since she'd moved in, a year and a half ago, she'd seen him save every single member of the team. To see him like this was awful. Delilah's eyes began to fill with tears as she held him close.

He could hear her heart beating and the rise and fall of her chest. Any other day, any other time, he would've felt as if this was unsuitable position for either of them to be in, but right now he needed to be held. He hurt, he hurt everywhere. "It won't be okay, it never will. I lost everything," he whispered, his voice hoarse.

"Hey, hey," she said, cupping his face in her hands. 'There are some things you're going to need to accept. You're lucky you're even alive Steve. You need to make a new future for yourself, no more dwelling on what could've been. If you dwell, you wont be doing yourself, or those you've lost, justice." Sobs wracked his body again, and she held him, gently rocking back and forth.

They stayed that way until the tears subsided and is eyes began to close. "Alright, time for bed Cap." She led him into his room, helping him into his bed. Before she could say anything, Steve fell asleep. A soft chuckle escaped her lips; crying took a lot out of someone, not even Captain America was immune. "Goodnight, my Star-Spangled Man," She whispered, planting a kiss on his forehead.


Without even realizing, Delilah Stark had saved Steve Rogers.


A/N: I hoped you all liked that. It won't be a long fic, but I do hope to have the next chapter up tomorrow or monday.

xoxox,

Avery