Authors note: Hello fellow fanfictioners! I am trying my hand at a second Avengers fanfic, and I'm loving it so much, that I thought I should post it to see how it goes. I've got a LOT written so far, and I'll be posting a new chapter every week, kind of like waiting for your favourite shows new episodes. It keeps you on your toes. But if there is enough love, I may bump that time up to every three days. We shall see. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel, The Avengers, or any of it's characters. I simply own Haven.
"Mom!" I yelled as I stepped out of the elevator at Stark Tower. After a grueling six hour flight, I was ready to crash hard, but I knew that my mother wanted to see me first. My mother had me very young, and had no help from the waste of space that she was seeing, but I didn't care. I had an adopted father by the name of Tony Stark, her long-time boss, and now boyfriend.
"Pepper, Haven's here!" Tony said, coming around a corner.
"Hey baby girl. What's with the long face?" He asked as he hugged me. I just held him, as I thought about why I was here.
"Chris cheated on me, and I was wondering if I could move in here for awhile. I just don't want to stay in California." I murmured into his chest, bypassing the real reason for leaving.
"Haven, I'm so happy you are here! What happened?" My mother, Pepper Potts, said as she came around the corner, instantly going 'momma bear' from my expression.
"Caught Chris in my bed with Emily. Thought I needed a change in scenery after I threw him out and sold the place." I said, as I dumped my bag on the floor and took a seat at the bar.
"Scotch?" Tony said, gesturing to the bar. I shook my head no, after Pepper gave him a look. Tony and I had an odd relationship. I knew he was kind of a jerk sometimes, but because I had grown up being around him, I picked up on a lot of his traits. We drank together like sophisticated people, and occasionally, he would open up on his childhood. We had a bond, to say the least. I prefer to call him Dad than the douche that left my mom pregnant at 19. She made it work though. She always did.
"I'm over it. I just want a fresh start. He was an idiot anyways. I mean, he thought Albert Einstein invented the light bulb…" I trailed off as I took a large sip of the water Tony handed me instead of scotch.
"Okay. For now, you can use the guest bedroom on our floor, but I will have a floor set up for you by the end of the week." Tony said pulling out his phone.
"Sir, the 87th floor is free. It is a split floor, with stairs to the next floor. Quite a large layout for Miss Potts." JARVIS interrupted.
"Awesome, now you," he said pointing at me, "Tell me what you want."
"A room." I deadpanned.
"Duh, smarty pants. Now what kind of rooms do you want? Bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, living room, and?" He asked.
"Office, and maybe a small library. But with a window, because I want to see the city on rainy days." I said, reflecting back on my last visit here.
"Alright, design it how you want tonight, and I'll have workers start tomorrow." Tony said leaving the room to make a phone call.
"Mom," I said, looking at her seriously.
"What is it?" She said, looking into my eyes.
"I have something to tell you." I whisper.
"You can tell me baby girl. I'm here for you." She said rubbing my shoulders lightly.
"The real reason I left him was because he wanted me to get an abortion." I said lowly.
"No…" she breathed. Before I knew it, she had me enveloped in her arms and I was sobbing.
"Mom, I'm pregnant and scared." I sobbed quietly.
"I'll break it to Tony, and we will keep it on the down low for now. When do you want me to tell him?"
"Tonight." I said, grabbing my bag and heading up to the guest room. I grabbed my trusty pad of graphing paper and began sketching a layout of my intended floor. I stopped asking why Tony did things like this a long time ago. He just does things like this for those closest to him.
Being an interior designer, I knew what I liked and what suited my tastes. Simple but elegant. I had color fans at the ready and fabric samples, so I could complete my task.
"Miss Potts," The AI asked.
"Yes Jarvis?" I respond.
"It is good to have your presence with us once again. It should serve well for your mother and Mr. Stark." He said, politely.
"I missed you too Jarvis." I said to the AI, knowingly.
"Shall I order your favorite Chinese food for dinner?" He asked.
"Is the Pope Cathlolic?" I say jokingly.
"I will take that as an affirmative to my question." And with that he was gone. I set back to work, drawing out where the rooms should be, and carefully depicting where each color choice should go. I would go furniture shopping with mom later, but I at least wanted the color scheme correct. The master bathroom was designed to look like it was carved out of stone, and the walk in closet would definitely come in handy with my extensive wardrobe that I had shipped before I left.
"So, you sold your place?" My mother asked, coming in to the guest room.
"Officially a week ago. It took me about two weeks to sell it, but after that I just packed everything up, and sent it on it's way here." I said, not looking up from my work.
"Well, you know I would have come out to help, if you told me." She said, placing her hand on my back.
"Mom, I know you still see me as your little girl, but I've grown up some in the past year. You would have known from the morning sickness, and I wasn't quite at terms with it yet." I said, giving her a look.
"I've never regretted you for a moment, and I would drop anything to help you. You know that right?" She said, hugging me from behind.
"I know mom. I love you." I said, hugging her arms back.
"I love you too. Now, I think Tony was supposed to bring dinner up from the front door." She said, patting my shoulder and kissing the top of my head.
"I'll be out in a minute." I said as she left. I quickly put away the drawings I had and checked my appearance in the mirror. I looked like I had been sitting on a plane, and my hair was atrocious. I flattened down my reddish brown hair and fix the eyeliner that had smudged around my bright blue eyes. I was just about ready when I heard a small crash from downstairs.
"What fresh Hell is this?" I yell coming down the stairs. Tony was wearing his suit, and wrestling with what looked to be Hercules, Pepper was shaking her head and unloading the food from the paper bag, and two men were standing off to the side having a quiet conversation. Everyone in the room looked up at me, three of them wondering who I was.
"I will revise my earlier statement. What the heck is going on? Really Tony?" I said, coming down the stair and standing in front of the two men.
"Haven Potts or Stark, whenever Tony decides to man up. I'm Pepper's daughter."
"I heard you!" Tony says as he 'tries' to get Hercules in a half nelson.
"That was the point Tony. Man up or I won't give my blessing!" I said, winking at my mom. She blushed and continued to unload the food. Tony and Musclehead stopped wrestling, so the big guy could meet me.
"Daughter of Pepper, I am Thor of Asgard." Hercules said, taking my hand and kissing the back of it.
"That's less of a mouthful than Hercules. You can call me Haven then Thor." I smiled as he came me a toothy grin. I turn to the two I haven't met yet and hold out my hand.
The older of the men accepted quickly, and answered, "Bruce Banner. Tony tells me you're pretty handy on the computer."
"I work more with graphic design and layout. I'm an interior designer." I say, shrugging my shoulders.
"And you kind sir, what is your name?" I ask the last man. His eyes seemed glazed for a moment before recovering.
"Steve Rogers ma'am." He said, shaking my hand. He is quite handsome, but I only hold his gaze as long as is appropriate, before it becomes staring.
"Well, gentlemen. Shall we adjourn to dinner? Such a fine feast was made for us. But if anyone touches my pineapple chicken, you are going to answer to my Taser." I said, raising an eyebrow. The men laughed as Tony winced at the memory from a year ago, and I chuckled darkly as he rubbed his chest.
"Haven," my mother laughed.
"I'm giving them a warning. Tony wasn't as fortunate, remember?" I laughed as we all sat down.
"So, Steve. How are you adjusting to the 21st century?" I ask as I dump the whole package of pineapple chicken on my plate. My mother had filled me in on how the Avengers were living here in the Tower and that Steve really was Captain America from back in the 40's. I shivered for a day, when she told me he was stuck frozen in the ice, for 70 years.
"Slowly. I've got the hang of most things, but sometimes little things just make no sense." He said, as he dished out.
"I understand." Sending him a quick smile. Dinner flowed smoothly, and soon, each man was saying goodnight, and returning to their floors. I sat tracing a small pattern on my non existent bump for a few minutes before I went to catch up with Steve.
"Steve," I said as he walked toward the elevator. He turned, and gave me a questioning look.
"Anytime you need help, or just want to talk, I'm here. I know it must suck not having anyone around your own age to talk to." I said, smiling at his confused expression.
"Uh, sure. Would you, I mean, can I…" He trailed off a little flabbergasted.
"Give me your phone." I said, sweetly, still smiling as he searched for his phone. Once it was in my hands, I inputted my number, set it as a favorite, set a speed dial, and sent myself a message. I showed him my phone and how I got the message.
"I prefer texting, but I can definitely hold a better conversation talking." I said as the elevator doors opened.
"Alright. Thanks." Steve said, giving me a genuine smile, the first I had seen on his face. He backed in as I gave a little wave. Once the doors were closed I saw my mother crying while Tony held her. He looked concerned, as I came up rubbed her back.
"Mom, now is the time." I whisper. She kept crying, so I knew I was on my own for this.
"Tony, I have no idea you are going to react." I said as she sobbed.
"Haven, whatever you tell me, I can handle." He reassured her.
"Daddy, I'm pregnant." I said, looking into his eyes. His face went slack, and I thought he was having a stroke. I didn't even stay, but fled to the guest bedroom where I locked it, and stayed with my back to the door.
I could hear the sobbing from the living room as I sat in the desk chair I had been in earlier. It had shocked me as well. Putting in my headphones, and shuffling it, I worked on the plans for my baby's nursery that I had been drawing on the plane. I wanted it to be perfect.
Once I recognized that it was well past midnight, I knew that if I wanted to wake up tomorrow, I should go to sleep. Sighing as I tucked into the covers, falling asleep to the sounds of OneRepublic and Of Monsters and Men.
A/N: The end of chapter one! Let me know if you guys want more! :)