Prologue

Disclaimer: I own nothing of Avengers, only my character Anya.

A woman standing outside the famous Stark Tower let out a sigh to shake her nerves away. She fixed her jet-black hair into a bun, straightened her red suit, and adjusted her matching footwear.

She briskly walked towards the main desk to check in with the receptionist. Greeted by the rather plump and unfriendly worker, she mustered up enough strength to speak, "Hello my name is Anya Novelle."

The ebony women harshly replied, "Do you have an appointment?"

Anya responded,"Uhh, yes! I have an appointment with Mr. Stark about an internship."

Holding one finger in Anya's direction to hush her, another over her earpiece, "Just one minute."

The receptionist was receiving instructions from the other end of her bluetooth, With a nod, she swiveled around in her chair. "Mr. Stark doesn't have an interview scheduled today."

Panicking internally Anya kept her composure, "Oh! I apologize maybe I've mixed up my schedules, I'll be sure to double check next time. If it's not much trouble could I trouble you for the directions to the bathroom Miss," Anya glanced towards the woman's name tag on the left side of her torso, "Julie?"

"Down the hallway on your right side and two doors until the left."

"Thank you." Not wanting to draw unwanted attention Anya pretended to briskly walk to the ladies room.

Julie turned around to contact her boss. "Mr. Stark, I think we may have a problem."

The voice from the other end assured his employee, "It's alright I've got it covered."

Anya locked the door behind her, after checking all the stalls, she began muttering to herself in distress. "How is this even possible, I hacked into Stark's system a week ago! I couldn't have left any bread crumbs…"

Easing her way back into composure she spotted the vents at the corner of her eye. "If he found out, then I have nothing left to lose." She muttered and began to pry her way into the vents.

"Mr Stark", The famous AI, Jarvis said to gain the attention of his boss.

"Yes Jarvis?" The billionaire strided into his living room with his eyes focused on the tablet.

"There seems to be a woman crawling through our air vents heading towards your office."

Stark smirked in amusement, "Well, that's something you don't hear everyday." as he was ready to investigate further.

"Director Fury is on call as well Mr. Stark"

Stark tapped his chin in debate, "Let him through."

A large image of the Fury plastered Stark's window. His face in all seriousness began to brief the billionaire.

"Stark, there's been a breech at S.H.I.E.L.D. there are strange signals coming from an outside source and the files that were looked into were yours."

"Already way ahead of you Fury. Jarvis is looking into it right now."

Fury sternly assured him of the threat at large,"This person has also delved into sensitive information, once you find out who it is, notify S.H.I.E.L.D immediately." Connection closed instantly. A loud bang from the ceiling was heard, the vent screen dropped onto the red couch in front of Tony and after was Anya.

Eyes widened in horror as Anya saw Tony Stark at her side. He jokingly spoke, " I've heard of women falling for me, but this takes the cake. To whom do I owe the pleasure of dropping by?"

Anya quickly got up and straightened her clothes and calmly held her hands up in defense, "My name is Anya. Before you call the cops out on me, please hear me out!"

"Anya Novelle, age twenty one, criminal offences include breaking and entry, hacking into government confidential files. Foster parents are Gretchin and Howard Novelle. Your parents are well-known scientists in their community-"

She bursted in disbelief, "You hacked into my criminal records?!"

"Okay, that is just great. So long story short, I've been searching for my sister and her last whereabouts were here at Stark's Tower." Tony quirked an eyebrow in confusion

" Who exactly is your sister?"

"Natasha Romanoff."