Chapter 1: What's Going on?

"What do you mean I lied about my identity?" I asked again angrier than before.

For some reason these idiots at the recruitment office keep saying my DNA does not match my parents DNA and think I'm trying to register under a false name.

"Miss Emmy your DNA does not match your parents and you keep saying you are blood related to them, but our scanners are never wrong so we have to assume you were lying to us about the info on your form."

I frowned, this cannot be happening.

"I'm sorry but Miss Stevens we cannot accept your application."

What, they can't do that? He started to leave the room.

"Come on, wait, there has to be a way for you to accept it!" I yelled out following behind him.

He kept on walking.

"Miss there is nothing I can do." He replied.

I ran a little faster to catch up with him.

"There isn't anything I can do?"

He stopped and turned to face me.

"There is nothing I can do but…" he paused for a moment.

He looked like he had an idea, hope rose into my chest. I wanted in to the military so badly at this point I would do anything to get in.

"Well, there is one thing."

"What is it, I'll do it just tell me what I have to do." I replied eagerly.

"Well, if you can find your real parents and get them to sign off that they are willing to let you into the army we can let your application pass."

I felt my face frown again. What is with this guy I had my parents sign off on this, my real parents? But I was not in the mood to argue with this guy so I just nodded my head and headed to the door. My real parents, my real parents are John and Mary Stevens. Well, now that I think about it they don't have any pictures of me under the age of one and my blood type is a little different from theirs. I also have this long blonde hair while they have this dark brown hair. Also they have these bright blue eyes while mine are a hazel color. But that's a coincident they are my blood parents and I will go and prove it. I mean they wouldn't lie to me and to lie to me for seventeen almost eighteen years that's ridiculous. I walked over to my motorcycle and drove away from the recruitment office. I went straight home where I knew my parents would be.

I watched as I passed all of the beautiful buildings in New York City. I looked over and saw what I considered the ugliest building in New York, Stark Towers. It was built for only one reason to beat the height of the Empire State building. I looked over at it loathingly; if I could I would have destroyed it years ago. I drove past it and finally ended up at my house. I turned off the bike and parked it in the driveway. I walked into the house and I threw the keys onto the counter. My dad walked into the kitchen and smiled.

"So do we finally have a solider in the family?" he asked with a bright smile on his face.

Now that I looked at him head on I don't really look like him at all, not even close.

"No," I mumbled.

My mom walked in at that time. I looked at her closely as well, we didn't look alike either.

"No, what?" she asked.

My dad frowned and looked over at her.

"They didn't accept her into the army." Dad said he didn't look too happy.

"Awww honey what happened?"

I sighed, oh well here goes nothing.

"They told me my DNA didn't match yours, crazy right?" I laughed.

They didn't laugh with me. They looked very serious about this.

"Honey I think it's time to tell her." my mom sadly told my dad.

"Are you sure we should tell her?" my dad responded.

My mom nodded solemnly.

"We knew this day would come."

I raised my eyebrow. I was just kidding, maybe they are going along with the joke, and they take jokes to the max most of the time.

"Honey we have something to tell you."

My mom took my hand and led me to the couch. My dad followed right behind me. We all sat down and I looked at my mom then at my dad.

"We aren't your real parents." my mom told me.

I looked at both of them again. Then I burst into laughter.

"Oh come on guys seriously, stop joking what is it you really want to tell me."

They did not look like they were joking at all. I frowned again. I felt my lip tremble but I wasn't going to cry, I will not cry right now.

"But why did you lie to me about it?"

I sat up straight not faltering, a solider never back down.

"Well, we thought it would be easier to keep it a secret from you, then you could live a normal life not knowing that you may have been abandoned." My dad answered.

"Great, so did you guys like get me from an orphanage or something?"

"Heh heh not exactly we kind of found you in the woods when we were on a camping trip, no one was around and we put up fliers asking if anyone lost a baby." My dad chuckled.

"Well, no one claimed you so we decided to keep you instead." My mom replied.

This sounds like I was a puppy more than a human being.

"So the people at the recruitment office were right, great now I have to go find my real parents."

I stood up and headed towards the door.

"Where are you going?" they both asked.

I turned back around and picked up my keys.

"To a doctor, I'm going to have them run a DNA test on me, maybe they can find out who my parents are."

I walked out the door and jumped on my motorcycle. I backed out of the driveway and drove off. I was going to a doctor to figure out who my real parents are. I drove down to the nearest hospital and signed in. I sat down in one of the chairs. I waited an hour before the doctor called me in.

"Emmy Stevens," They called out.

I stood up and walked back with them and they put me in a room. I waited a moment before a doctor came in.

"Hello, I'm doctor Coulson now what is wrong with you?" a man in a white coat came in.

"Okay, Doctor Coulson I need a DNA test, I want to figure out who my parents are since the people I live with are not them."

He looked puzzled and looked at me carefully.

"Hmmm okay ma'am we just need a blood sample and we will be good."

I rolled up my sleeve and he tried to push the needle into my skin. Crap, I forgot to mention that needles don't break skin very easily.

"It doesn't seem like it wants to go in." he replied pushing down even harder.

"Oh, sorry sir I don't know what it is but after that time I got struck by lightning five times I just haven't been the same."

He looked at me strange again.

"Tell me more."

Why does he want to know about me being struck by lightning, I'm surprised I even survived the event.

"Well, let's just say that before I was struck by lightning I looked like an anorexic health case, after I was hit by lightning I looked like a professional trainer."

I pulled out a picture of what I looked like before the incident. He looked at the pic and back at me. He looked at it one more time and then back up at me and smiled.

"Well, miss I can't help you here but if you come to S.H.E.I.L.D headquarters tomorrow and we will set you up there." He replied.

"Wait, why do I need to go to the S.H.E.I.L.D headquarters, that pace is only for superheroes?" I yelled out but he had already left.

I jumped off the bench and walked over to the office where I showed them my insurance card and paid the other fees I needed to pay and walked to my motorcycle. I jumped on and sped off wondering why I was needed at S.H.E.I.L.D headquarters of all places and who my real parents are. All while staring at the hideous building people called Stark Towers.