"Lock it down! Lock it down! Security breach!" The guards bellowed to each other, readying their weapons. Director Fury lead the way calmly. The Avengers followed behind closely, Clint with his bow drawn taut and Natasha with her hands on the guns at her hips. Steve followed with his shield at his side, Tony not in full armor but had the gloves on, charged up to fire a repulsor beam. Thor, however reluctantly, had answered the call as well, and had Mjolnir ready. Bruce was (thankfully) not alerted. No one needed the Hulk running free.

"Is this what you called us here for? Because I have big things planned, important things..." Tony commented.

"Shut up, Stark. As you can tell, we're having a bit of a situation here," Fury snapped.

"Yeah, we can see that. But can you please explain what exactly this situation is?" Steve asked, irritation flashing through his voice.

"Stark should be able to explain that nicely." They reached the conference room. It had been locked down.

"It's in here. We secured it as soon as she was detected."

"She?" Natasha smirked. Thor stayed silent.

"Open the door. Seal it behind us," Fury ordered the guards. They snapped to a salute, then the one on the right scanned his eye and the door slid open.

When they entered the room, it seemed for the most part empty. But not for long.

"Well I wondered when you would show. I was beginning to get bored," a voice called from the shadow behind the rail. A woman stepped out. She was clad all in black, with leather boots, dark jeans and a leather jacket. Long brown hair fell in curly rings flowing past her shoulders, exaggerating her bright, mischievous green eyes. She wore dark red lipstick, pouty lips hiding a blindingly white smile as she smirked at the group, her arms crossed across her ample chest. She swayed her hips as she walked toward them. All except Fury and Natasha watched her walk across the room. Natasha drew her gun and readied her aim as Fury rolled his eyes but did the same. She stopped a good ten feet from them and snapped her fingers to get the men to stop staring. She made a motion with her left hand, her right on her hip.

"My eyes are up here," she said sarcastically. Tony eventually stepped forward, heavily laying on the charm in an attempt to make up for Steve's red face and Thor's attempts at averting his eyes. Clint was not so subtly checking her out still.

"Well, what's a gorgeous woman like you doing in this place?" he flirted, voice dripping with charisma. She snorted in response.

"First, not a chance in hell, so I suggest you stop trying, Tony. Two, I'm here to see you anyway." She turned to the rest of them. "I suggest you sit down and call the scientist. You'll want his help." She looked at Fury pointedly.

"Make the call," he said to the agent who had followed him in. The agent rushed out as the Avengers sat down, weapons discarded on the table. "So what the hell are you doing in a secure S.H.I.E.L.D. installation?"

"You call this secure? I've seen daycares with better security than this. It was fourteen seconds tops to crack nearly every password to any lock in this place. You're supposed to be containing superheroes for God's sake." Fury ground his teeth but turned his back and stormed away, leaving the room.

"So what are you doing here, and more importantly, who are you that you can hack S.H.I.E.L.D.?" Steve questioned.

"Good question, ice pop. So here's the big reveal." She turned around and backed away from the table, turning around and bowing mockingly. "My name is Jessica Stark." She pointed to Tony. "I'm his daughter."