A/N: I hope you like this story because I had fun writing it.

Disclaimer: Sadly I do not own either HP, or Avengers.

Summary: Hermione is finished with her school, and has returned to her dad, after the war. She will be paired up with one of the Avenger's, just don't know which one yet...

Daddy's Girl

My dad has always been a big part of my life, as we traveled from place to place, trying to hide from the people looking for 'The Other Guy'. Some military organization thinks my dad would be the perfect weapon, while others thought he would be America's biggest threat. Which I still find mad, because my dad is one of the kindest, and most brilliant men that you could ever know. The Hulk, as the world knows 'The Other Guy' as, is more like an angry child, which only I am able to keep calm. Believe me when I say, that I was surprised when I learned, that not all men turned to Green Giants, when mad. Just Kidding.

For the last eight years, I had been in a school, for Witches, and Wizards, only going home for the first five Christmas's, and four summers. I never met my mother, but dad made up for the lack of parents. But as I began to learn more about magic, I learned about a pureblood, who believed that potion brewing, and Chemistry, were one of the same things. Only muggles could mix chemicals, without the use of magic, and that's what she had wanted to prove. To prove that muggles, even with no magic, could still come up with cures, and poisons, like those who were capable of with magic. Her name was, Rolynda Jane Granger.

I had been named Hermione Jane Granger-Banner, after my mother. When I asked my dad about her, he had confessed that they tried to see, if he would be able to produce children. I think they were hoping for him to produce a child, that would be capable of the things he was capable of. As soon as he learned, who the volunteer had been for the experiment, he went all Hulk, on her for not thinking about what my life would be like. He had calmed down enough, to talk her into going in hiding with him, so they could keep me safe.

He explained that Rolynda, who had no husband, but wanted a child had been convinced in the experiment. She had been a forty-five year old, unmarried woman, with no prospects for marriage. Her family had disowned her, when she decided to work with the muggle scientist, and she was lonely. That's where I apparently came about, and some how the government got a sample of my dads sperm, and lied about having his permission. When Bruce Banner, came to work for the company, he learned about what they had done. So he quit his job, sought my mother who was in her fifth month, and convinced her to go into hiding with him. She had agreed, when she learned how they lied about my dads permission, and what they planned to do with me once born. They lived in peace for two months, until my mom crashed her car, and went sliding off the road. It had been caused by magic by some dark wizards.

Sorry about the back story, as I was saying about my dad, he is one of the greatest men you could ever meet. I stared down at the large statue, which let me know I was arriving back to New York, where my dad had been working with the Avenger's, a group of Hero's, who help save the world. While we were winning the war for the light last year, my dad was helping saving New York, from Alien's. We were both mad, that the other put there lives at risk, without telling each other about the true dangers we were faced with. My best friends, Ron, and Harry, had been sad when I told them I was going home, but promised to connect to a floo when I was back at my dads apartment.

I noticed as we landed, that it had been landed on top of a tall tower, instead of an airport like I had thought before. I suddenly felt the familiar sense of panic, from the war we had just fought in the magical world, until I recognize my father, "DAD!"

He opened his arms to me, and pulled me into a very tight fatherly hug, then kissed the top of my head, "Did Stark's jet, find you alright?"

"Obviously, I am here aren't I?" I teased, as I allowed him to lead me into, what looked to be a large pent house, "Is this your apartment?"

"Actually, this whole tower belongs to me, this is just my office," A man with messy dark hair, and a goatee answered, as he entered through a set of black double doors, "Do you have a green side to you too, little Banner?"

I looked to my dad, who was silently shaking his head, trying to keep from laughing, "This is Tony Stark, he's 'Iron Man'."

"Ahh, so you need a suit to make you strong, unlike my dad, and the others," I gave my most innocent smile, as I batted my eyes, "So pretty much without the suite, you are just some billionaire, who enjoys making cool toys."

"Ow, your words wound me, little Banner," He obviously caught onto my sarcasm, because he didn't look at all offended, but more amused, "You never answered my question."

"No I turn blue," I answered, with a serious tone.

His eyes widened, as curiosity got to him, "Really, you must-"

"Tony, she was messing with you," My dad shoved me lightly, before wrapping an arm around my shoulders, and leading me out of the office, "I'm taking her home, and turning all my electronics off, so don't try to get a hold of us. See you tomorrow." He shut the door behind us, as we walked towards the elevator, trying not to meet my eyes, "I didn't hear from you all year, and than you finally call me a week ago, and tell me about the danger you were in. I-"

"Daddy, it was-"

"Something you you had to do, yes I remember how you-"

"I didn't want the Death Eaters, to hurt you," I was now crying, not liking when my dad was mad at me, than remembered he had been fighting too, "and-"

"and before you yell at me, I am an adult, and only wanted to keep you safe, along with the rest of New York," He haled a taxi, and gave the driver an address, before looking back at me, "How much longer till your eighteen?"

"Forty-eight hours," I answered, as I looked around the city, since the last time I was here was when I was a couple years old, at least that's what my dad told me.

"Alright than, you're grounded for the next forty-eight hours, and your punishment is not doing anything without me around," He poked my side, knowing I was ticklish there, as he tried to make me smile, "And no arguing your way out either. Tonight, we'll have a movie night, with all your favorite movies. I even got those frozen pizza's, which you love so very much, and caramel popcorn. I have to warn you, that I unwillingly had help with your room, so please remember Tony, was just helping."

I stared at my dad confused, now a little nervous about what I would find, when we got to my new home, "Now I am nervous, and you know I hate being tickled dad."

"That's why I warned you before hand, and I was only trying to make you smile," MY dad answered, as he pointed to the side of his window, at a large apartment building, "This is our new home."

I looked up at the tall, expensive looking structure, than noticed the doorman approaching, "Can we afford this, Bruce?"

"Bruce?" My dad shook his head, trying to hide the knowing smirk, since I only called him that when I was worried about money, or anything related, "It's Dad, and we're not paying for the penthouse. Stark, bought this building, when he learned that I was needing a place, for when my daughter came back home. He said apartment leasing, is a great profit, not that he needs to worry about the money."

I just rolled my eyes, and watched as my dad swiped a plastic card, which caused the double doors to open, "Do I get a card?"

My dad nodded, as he lead me into the large, earth toned room, "Yours is on your night stand. You're room is up those spiral stairs, and I also set up a little lab, so you could do your own experiences."

"Great, now I could make you some of those potions, to help the 'Other Guy'," I walked towards the bedroom, where there was a window looking over the city.

"Don't worry about that baby, the other guy is actually manageable, and I never know when I will need to go save someone." He assured, pulling me from the window, and leading me to my room, "Like I mentioned before, Tony, hired a decorator to do your room."

The room had a beach theme, reminding me of when dad, and I lived in Mexico. He use to help some of the sick, and than we would return back to the hut on the beach, and sleep at the end of the day. I looked at the comforter, that looked like a old map of the world, in earthy tones. There were pillows, which took up half the bed, that matched the comforter. The bed itself was a dark oak queen size, which had dressers beneath it, and a whole wall book shelf at the head of the bed. There was a matching desk, and dresser, which complemented the room, with wooden flooring, "He must had listened to you talking about me, and knew exactly what I would like," I wrapped my arms around his waist, and smiled when I felt him return the embrace, "Remind me to thank Tony, next time I see him."

My dad walked toward a set of double doors, and opened them, revealing a small closet. "Well?"

I noticed a couple of jackets, and my old golf clubs in there, and my boxes of photos on the top shelf. I didn't know how to respond, without hurting his feelings, "Yaye, you moved my things into the closet."

He laughed as he pushed in a code, on a keypad that was hidden on the side of the closet, which caused a door to appear. He gestured for me to follow him, into a room that looked like a lab, "I told you about your lab, I thought you could store your magic things in here, and do your experiments. I figured you could do some magic, so this room could withhold your magic, so I will leave that up to you."

I wrapped my arms around my dad again, as I kept looking around the big lab, and smiled when I noticed an extra work area. "You plan to keep me company sometimes?"

"I would like to see you at work," My dad answered, before leaving the room. "They're holding a benefit to raise money, for the reconstruction for the city, and was wondering if you'd like to go with me. I know I am your father, but I don't want to leave you home alone, on your first night back."

"What should I wear? I have dress robes, but they might look strange, with a room full of muggles," I walked to my chest, to see if I could find my Gringott's card, which belonged to my mothers vault. I remembered when I received the key, when I turned sixteen. The card was good to use, in both the magical, and muggle world, "I only have my dress from the Yule Ball, but-"

"You could buy a dress," Bruce reached into his pocket, and handed me some money.

"Dad, I have my money from helping win the war, and my mothers personal vault," I kissed his cheek, "So can you take me to some antique shops, or maybe a thrift store?"

"You sure you want to buy something used?" My dad asked, as he lead me out of my room, and back down the stairs. He placed a phone to his ear, and turned away from me, as he called a taxi.

It was good to be back home.

The Benefit

I smiled, as I watched dad dancing with Natasha, to a slow song. I had met the woman, when dad was taking me dress shopping, and we spotted her at a cafe. I knew my dad liked the other woman, "Good job dad."

"Hello little Banner," Came the already familiar voice, "You look nice this evening, care to dance?"

I turned to look at the Billionaire, having had done some reading from my dads tablet, while out at lunch earlier. I could tell that he thought highly of himself, but he also did a lot of charity work, to help places in need. Still I remembered him asking, if I was like my father, which made me feel nothing above acquaintanceship for him. Other words he was on the same level as Snape, when it came to how highly I thought of him.

"No thanks," She answered, walking away from the billionaire.

He just followed me, as I went to a near table, and took a seat, "So you can't dance?"

"I am a great dancer, I just chose not to with you," I answered, ignoring as he sat beside me.

"So you intimidated by my money," He continued, leaning back in his seat.

"I have my own money as well, Mr. Stark," I smiled as a man walked around with a top hat, where other attenders dropped in there donation envelopes, as I slipped in my donation. I watched Tony put his own donation in the hat, as he stood back to his own feet, and headed towards his girlfriend. I shook my head at the flirtatious billionaire, and the woman I knew he loved, from what my father told me earlier.

I stared at my dress, which I located in an antique store, in the display window. It was a light shade of pink, with a 'V' neck shape, and a full skirt that went just below my knees. I had even found a pair of white heels, and white gloves to add to the dress. My hair was being held in a half ponytail, with a matching pink ribbon keeping it pulled back, with pearl earrings in my ears. I wasn't wearing the new fashion of the seasons, like the woman walking around the ballroom, but wearing what I felt comfortable in.

"Pardon me ma'am, but would you care to dance?"

I turned my attention towards a man, who was in a simple black, and white suite, with his hair combed to the side. His shoulders were wide, and you could tell he was in the service, by the way he held himself. I blushed, when I realized that he was still waiting, and smiled politely at him as I accepted his hand, "I would love to, thank you."

He gave me a dazzling smile, as he lead me towards the dance floor, and lead us into a slow dance. He looked towards where my father, and Natasha, were talking at a table before back at me, "I am Steve Rogers, and I been looking forwards to finally meeting you, after hearing Bruce, talking about you since we became friends."

"You were being polite," I forced a smiled as he lead me around the dance floor, noticing as he gave me a puzzled look, "I am the daughter he's been talking about, and he has told me about you as well Steve Rogers." I released from his hold, once the song was over, and headed towards my dads table, "Thanks for the dance."

Dad smiled as I took a seat beside him, and rested my head on his shoulder, as I stared at the dance floor. "Are you having fun?"

I didn't notice my dance partner had followed me, until I felt someone taking the seat beside me, and a cup of something red set down. I turned to see Steve, sitting in the chair, drinking some of his own red liquid, "Thank you, Mr. Rogers. What is this?" I asked since I wasn't one for alcohol.

"Fruit punch," He answered with a smile. He looked at my father, who was whispering with Natasha, than back towards me, "They get into there own world sometimes."

I couldn't help my smile, happy that my dad had finally found someone, who actually seemed good for him, "As long as he's happy, that's all that really ever mattered," I finished my drink, and stood back to my feet.

"Would you care for another dance?" Steve asked, standing back to his own feet, and holding his hand towards me, "Miss?"

"You already gave me three-point-twenty minutes of your time, and I appreciated the time, but there are far more beautiful woman who'd love a dance with you." I wiped my tears as they started to fall, remembering the Yule Ball, and how my date had only asked me, because I was best friends with the legendary Harry Potter. In this case though, I was asked because I was the daughter of his friend, and he probably saw me sitting alone. I didn't give him time to respond, as I turned and walked away, not noticing anyone following me again.

I was sitting on the bench, remembering the last ball I attended, right after the Light won the war. When I thought about how my date, had only wanted to dance with me, to get there name in the paper. I didn't realize anyone sitting beside me, until I heard a throat clear.

I turned to see Steve Rogers, sitting beside me, "It's a beautiful night, isn't it?"

"It is," I nodded as I stared up at the stars.

"You were wrong by the way back there," He was now staring at me.

I crossed my arms, as I glared at him, since one normally didn't like being told they were wrong. "I beg your pardon."

He had the guts to smile, that charming smile that probably had the girls, back in his days swooning. He waved his hands, as to surrender before he grew serious again, "I didn't dance with you to be polite, or because you are Bruce's daughter. I asked you to dance, because I wanted to dance with you, because I couldn't not dance with the prettiest girl in there."

I looked at him, trying to understand the difference, before just standing up, "So why couldn't you not dance with me?"

"Because I lost control of myself, the moment I saw you enter the dance, and before I knew what was happening we were dancing," He answered, to my surprise believing everything he said, which if I remember correctly of what my dad said, Steve, never told a lie. "Sure no one Imperio'd you?" I mumbled, forgetting he had good hearing, from his super soldier ability.

"I'm not sure what you mean," He stood back to his own feet, and reached a hand towards me again, "So how about that dance?"

I took the offered hand, and smiled at him, "Lead the way, Mr. Rogers."

"Call me Steve, Miss Banner," He tucked my hand into his elbow, leading me in the opposite direction of the building, and towards what looked like a greenhouse, "There are speakers over here, and the flowers are beautiful, and in full bloom this time of year."

"Have you been here before?" I asked softly, as he opened the door, leading me towards the greenhouse, "Why bring me here?"

"I helped set up the tables earlier, and discovered this area,"

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