Note: While working on this story, two friends of mine were co-writers. The three of us are all on different stages and styles of writing. I did not change any of their writings.

Sitting quietly in the Avengers Facility, Hawkeye had just gotten back from a solo mission. It wasn't anything hard for him, but it was still as annoying as ever. Practically flopping himself onto a couch in the lounge room, he shut his eyes still wearing his full gear and was out like a light bulb. Little did he know that the Scarlet Witch had seen him walk into the room. Ever since her brother's death, she had fallen into a bit of a depression. Nothing too severe but she really did miss her brother. Everyone was there for her, knowing this was hurting her but Hawkeye managed to get close to her, like a father figure. Having a new kid, Hawkeye had named him after Pietro which really did touch her. Pietro gave up his life to save not only the kid Hawkeye was trying to save, but Hawkeye too.

Bang!

Tony Stark sauntered into the room, walking right by Wanda, to find Clint fast asleep on his couch.

"I see you're asleep on my couch, again, Barton," Tony announced loud enough to cause Clint to jerk awake.

"Jeez, I just got back from a mission," Clint yawned, sitting up and rubbing the back of his head.

"And I have been working in the lab all day," Tony countered Clint's excuse.

Clint rolled his eyes. "That's not the same thing, Tony."

"Upgrading wardrobe for the team is hard work, Barton. Not like you would know."

"Whatever," Clint groaned, "can you leave me alone?"

"Can you not sleep on the job?" Tony shot back.

"Can you leave me alone?" Clint repeated, his voice rising. He was becoming more annoyed by the second.

"Sorry," Tony said, "my house, my couch, my rules."

Tony didn't actually care about Clint resting on his sofa but he had spent all day upgrading the team's suits and he was bored. He didn't even particularly like messing with Hawkeye. Clint usually just got pissed off and shut down. He wasn't like Bruce, who always had a snarky comment to say back. He wasn't even like Steve, who would also get pissed off, but in a way that Tony found hilarious. And, since Pepper was out running errands, Tony had no one else to bother.

Barton was just ready to snap on Tony, but decided not to give him the pleasure of him blowing up. Looking at Stark with an unamused expression, he looked like he was going to say something until Wanda stepped on in.

"Mr. Barton, I believe the Captain wanted to see you."

Barton looked over at Wanda as she spoke. Sighing softly, she could see the dark circles under his eyes. This wasn't any ordinary nor easy job for an average person in this world. Scooting himself off the couch, he stood up on his feet. Giving Stark a slight glare, he left the room without another word.

Watching Barton leave, Wanda's eyes were now on Stark.

Tony knew for a fact that Wanda Maximoff did not like him, but he didn't let it bother him. He was used to it; a lot of people did not like Tony. Stark had overlooked her obvious hatred for him, inviting her into his home and treating her like he treated everyone else, but he rarely found himself alone with her.

Acting casual, Tony strolled over to the bar, scooping up a glass and pouring himself a healthy amount.

"Scotch?" Tony offered a glass to Wanda, cocking an eyebrow.

"I know something you don't," Wanda replied cooly.

"What would that be?" Tony smirked. There wasn't much he didn't know.

"It's a secret," Wanda laughed, now looking pleased at Tony's discomfort.

Tony was getting annoyed at the new Avenger. He hadn't been particularly cruel to her. He didn't know what he had done to make her hate him so much.

"Well if you aren't going to tell me…" Tony let the sentence trail off, hoping to trick her into telling him the secret. Wanda sucked a breath in and seemed to fight with herself.

"You have a daughter," she blurted out.

Tony felt the glass slip out of his hand and his face go pale. No that's impossible, he thought. Wanda's looked at him with eyebrows raised and lips pursed together. Finally Tony felt like he could choke out a sentence.

"Let me guess: you're going to claim to be my daughter so you can inherit my mass amount of money," he said trying to sound like the cocky and cool-headed person he was. Wanda looked at him in disgust.

"No. I'm not your daughter, you idiot," she snapped.

"Then how do you know that I have a daughter?" Tony growled. This has to be a stupid prank, he thought. Wanda dragged her finger along the bar edge, looking down.

"It was a rumor in my town. There was a supposedly abandoned house where horrible things happened. Pietro and I wanted to see what was inside," she whispered.

"And what she was just standing there, claiming to be a Stark?!"

"No! Will you shut up and listen?!" Wanda yelled. Tony poured himself another drink and gestured for her to continue.

"Pietro and I were looking in through a window. This was before the bomb so we would have been young. Seven at the most. And there were a group of people. The group consisted of one child, one female, and three males. The child was around our age but there was something more mature about her. Like she had seen more. And I heard one of the males ask if she was the Stark child."

Tony finished his drink and began to chomp on the ice. He looked out the window, at the wall, at the floor, anywhere but Wanda. He felt a hand clasp his chin and pull his face towards hers.

"Why did you tell me this?" he asked her.

"Because I didn't want you to be mean to the girl when she comes here," Wanda replied.

"She isn't coming here. I don't even know her name!" Tony replied.

"What did you think Pepper's errand was?" Wanda asked, cocking her head.

Tony slowly felt his anxiety rising. She wouldn't, he thought, she would not bring a young girl here without my permission. Wanda kept her eyes on his face, smirking slightly. Then her eyes slowly left his face and stared at something slightly to the left of Tony.

"Tony?" a familiar and female voice interrupted his panic. Tony turned around and saw Pepper Potts standing behind him. She had her hands clasped in front of her and a shy smile on her face.

"Pepper," Tony said cooly, reaching for another drink. He could see that there was more than Pepper's shadow behind her.

"Tony, I'd like to introduce to someone-"

"My daughter. I know. The kid already spilled the beans," Tony glared at Pepper.

"Yes, well...um...here she is!" Pepper pushed the young girl in front of her and hurried to get herself and Wanda out of the room. Tony watched them go and then turned to face his supposed daughter. He stared at her, her head slightly cocked and one eyebrow slightly raised.

"What's your name kiddo?"

"Grace," she said. Tony noticed how uninterested and sad she looked. Also he notice how skinny she was. Grace looked like she hadn't had a decent meal in weeks.

"You don't look happy to be here Grace," he said, trying to make conversation.

"I'm happy to finally know that I have family but...may I be blunt Mr. Stark?" Grace asked looking at him with big, brown eyes.

"By all means. We don't sugarcoat things around here."

Grace gave him a smile that quickly left her face.

"No person would be happy to find out that they were a product of one of your flings. That they were just a drunken mistake," Grace paused to examine one of the many ornate glasses. Tony watched her and realized that Wanda was right. Grace was much beyond her years.

"I'm...I'm sorry that you are disappointed by me," Tony said, staring at his empty glass. Grace whipped around to face him. For the first time her mouth split into a huge smile and it seemed to light up the entire room. She threw her thin arms around Tony and hugged him hard. Tony hesitated for a moment and then hugged her back. They stayed like that for a moment until he heard a cough. They both turned to look at the source and saw none other than Clint, Steve, Bruce, Wanda, and Pepper standing there. Clint smirk at Tony, his eyes gleaming. Tony, realizing that Clint might tease him for showing so much affection, stepped in front of Grace. Grace put her hand on his shoulder and stepped out from behind him. She looked at the Avengers that had gathered and smiled at them. Then she cleared her throat.

"Hi," she began, "My name is Grace. Up until now I didn't have any clue as to who my dad was. But thanks to Wanda and to Pepper Potts, Dad and I have been reunited."

Grace hesitated and looked backed at Tony. She smiled and continued with her speech.

"And I'm proud he's my Dad. So if anyone dares to tease him about any affection he might show, you'll have to answer to me," Grace's voice got harder and her eyes stared at Clint.

"What could you do to me?" Wanda laughed at the idea that this tiny teen could hurt her. Suddenly she felt herself flying backwards. Wanda crashed into the wall and was held there. She looked at Grace in surprise.

"My powers are a lot like yours Wanda. But I have twice the power you do so do. NOT. MESS. WITH. ME!"

Everyone froze, shock written all over their faces. Noticing the obvious change in mood, Grace released Wanda, letting out a girly giggle. Wanda fell to the floor and Clint and Steve rushed to her side to help her up.