Prologue
Tony Stark had made a huge mistake. He had created (in Bruce's words), "a murder bot." He had never openly admitted to making such a mistake, but here he was in his own thoughts.
"How could I have been so stupid?" He asked in his mind. "How can I even face my team when it would be no one else's fault but my own if any of them should die?"
Together.
That's what Steve Rogers had said.
"Getting mushy in your old age Cap." Tony muttered.
Tony knew that he had helped in gathering the best for the Avengers, but they were missing something, or should he say someone. He knew now more than ever that they needed someone to keep them together and working like a well-oiled machine.
They needed someone who was amazing with computers and other such tech. The Avengers needed someone who could get chummy with just about anyone. Someone who wouldn't be afraid of Bruce. Someone who could stand up to even dare he say it, Captain America. But definitely someone who knew how to work with hero types.
The Avengers needed someone who could help Tony upgrade gear and make living at the tower tolerable for all. The only person who came to mind was his little cousin, Felicity Megan Smoak. Right now, his major concern was if she would agree to such an arrangement.
Tony of course knew who Felicity worked with. He was a genius of course, but Felicity and him held no secrets from each other. With that in mind, Tony came to the miraculous decision to get Felicity into the Avengers.
"Jarvis, Shit, I mean FRIDAY… send a text message to Felicity and ask that she contact me immediately."
"Do your fingers not work, sir?"
"FRIDAY don't sass me."
"As you wish sir."
Rolling his eyes, he concluded that this day would be the longest day ever.