Chapter One
"Miss Ariana. . .Stark?"
Sixteen year old Ariana Stark looked up from the cold, metal chair that she had been sitting in over half an hour. She was a slim, average size girl with long coal black hair, navy blue eyes, and ivory skin. She clutched the pink ballet slippers in her hand, trying to shield them, she doubted that a place like SHIELD took kindly to girls whose hobbies were dancing in a tutu in pink slippers. Especially one that was interviewing there.
The pretty red headed woman turned back to her clipboard and then back again. "Ariana?"
"That's me." she said, proud of herself that she could speak English clearly. She had spent fourteen years in a boarding school in Switzerland and the past two in the Paris School of Ballet. So her English was a litter rough.
Ballet was her dream, her own mother had been a dancer, but this wasn't about her.
This was about her father.
The Tony Stark.
"I'm sorry, I must have gotten the wrong sheet," the redheaded woman chuckled. "Here it says you're actually the daughter of the nutcase that is Tony Stark-"
"No, you're right," Ariana said. "I have a meeting with Director Fury at six, but practice," she pointed to the pink ballet slippers. "Ran a little late."
"I see," the woman looks surprise but like a true professional she didn't ask. "And for what reason?"
"I'm interested in becoming an Agent for SHIELD." Ariana said. For the past sixteen years she had been safely hidden at boarding schools, ballet school, and Europe while her father had been kidnapped in Afghanistan and recently the Loki Invasion.
The woman didn't seem to believe her that she was the daughter of THE Tony Stark. After all she had done a high profile investigation on Stark and Stark Industries a few years back and none of them mention Tony having a daughter. Yet again, she wouldn't be surprise if Tony had a million kids cluttered all over the world. "Please Miss Ariana, follow me."
Ariana followed her down the hallway and into an small office with a man with a black trench coat and an eye patch over his eye that was causally waiting for her.
The woman face him. "Director, your six o'clock appointment is here."
Fury nodded. "Thank you Agent Romanoff. Please leave me and the young lady alone."
Natasha nodded once, looked at Ariana one last time and left the room.
"Punctuality is expected of any decent person and especially one who wishes to be an Agent for one of the top, most hidden organized groups," Fury began lecturing. "Do you understand that?"
Ariana nodded. "I understand, practice-"
"I don't want excuses," Fury stopped her, his glance landed on the soft pink ballet slippers in her hand. "You do understand that if, if I decided to accept you. Those," he pointed to the ballet slippers. "Will have to go. I don't think you can beat the enemy by waltzing in there."
"Actually, ballet has nothing do with-" Fury glared at her and Ariana shut her mouth close. "I'll shut up now."
"Miss Ariana Elizabeth Stark, sixteen years old, pretty, rich, graduated at fourteen from a well known boarding school and is attending one of the most competitive and exclusive ballet schools in Paris," Fury turned to stare at her like if she were crazy. "A million girls would want to be you Ariana, you have your own father, the most stubborn and impulsive man on earth wrapped around your little finger. Why do you want to throw everything away and become a simple agent?"
"My father has been though a lot lately," she began slowly unsure of what to say. "And it seems that more of his enemies keep appearing to destroy him. I want to help him, I don't want to stay safely hidden like I have been doing all these years," she looked at him. "I want to be useful to my father and protect him somehow, as you may know he isn't the most reliable person when it come saving his own life. I've figured that being an Agent was the only way that I could help him eventually and maybe be useful to society for once."
Fury looked at her amazed that she managed to make a sentence without using sarcasm or profanity, both trademark of Tony Stark. "This is not child's play, Ariana. This is not ballet where you twirl and dance and smile and be a black butterfly of whatever-"
"-Black Swan or White Swan." she pointed out. She blushed. "Sorry, force of habit."
"You will be expected to train everyday, to learn other languages, to know how to use weaponry, and have survival skills, and eventually go on your own missions." Fury replied. "That woman you saw was Agent Natasha Romanoff, she and her partner Agent Clint Barton are one of the top agents around here. You have to promise me Ariana that you will work hard, that you will succeed, because you want this."
Ariana nodded confidently. "I swear of my ballet slippers."
Fury looked amused, but didn't comment of the ridiculous expression she had said. He just sat back and stared at her confidently. "Then Miss Ariana Elizabeth Stark, I have only one thing to say to you: Welcome to SHIELD."
ONE YEAR LATER.
JFK was packed with people. People that came from wonderful destinations like Florida, Japan, and London. Not hot, dry Dubai.
Seventeen year old Ariana put on her sunglasses shielding her navy blue eyes from the bright summer sun. Her ivory skin had turn a soft honey color after weeks in Dubai, and her long, black hair had been cut, it just had been too much of hassle, especially for missions when many of her enemies like to pull of her hair to cause her pain. And the hair pulling hurt Ariana more than any knife.
Her hair was now cut short, reaching her chin in loose, soft waves that made her look just a litter bit younger.
"Ari!"
Ariana raised her gaze to where dozens of half naked girls were throwing themselves at her billionaire father, that was in a relationship thank you very much, that was waiting for her dressed in an expensive Armani suit against a brand new 2013 model car from Italy.
"Daddy!" she hugged him tightly. She missed pressing her head against his silk shirt and smelling his minty cologne that he always wore.
The girls around her turned to glare at her thinking that when she had said "Daddy" she actually meant something along the lines of "Sugar Daddy" and not the actual word itself. Many people weren't aware that Tony had an actual relationship, let alone had a child. Which work better for both of them in the long run. Tony could flirt with whoever he wanted and she could do whatever she wanted without worrying she would be featured in E!
"I'm so glad you're back, baby girl," he said as he led her to the passenger seat while Happy pushed the audience back. "I've miss you. How long has it been?"
"Three years." Ariana said as she fastened her seatbelt. "I've missed you too, Daddy."
"You should have let me send my private plane to pick you up in Paris," Tony whined. "Then not only would we have to avoid the media attention, not that I really mind, but I wouldn't have to worry about my little girl being mobbed by the French people."
"It's France, Dad," she rolled her eyes. "Not some criminal country. Beside I don't mind flying commercial, it's gives me. . .personal opportunities." she finished lamely. Tony couldn't have sent a plane to Paris because she hadn't been in Paris for over a year after she had quit ballet school, and she couldn't have asked him to send a plane to Dubai because he would know something was up.
Tony snorted. "Whatever," he finally noticed her short hair style. "Oh, you cut you hair."
"Yeah," she said as she touched her dark hair. "Do you like it?"
"Sure, it looks cute," Tony reassure her. "You look like of those little Japanese dolls. Geishas? I don't know what they're called. I have so much to tell you Ari, you're going to love Stark Tower-"
As Tony babbled on, her cell phone started buzzing. Discreetly she pulled it out and realize that she had a text message:
Phil Coulson: Be Careful, Ariana. Tony has resources, he can put 2 and 2 together. Don't let him know about ur life as a SHIELD Agent. BTW Good job on the mission in Dubai you executed it perfectly. Be careful.
"Everything all right Ariana?"
"Everything is fine," she forced a smile. "I'm just a little tired."
She sighed. She wondered how long would she be able to kept this double life from her own father.
-End of Chapter One-
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