A/N Hey guys! This is my first ever fanfiction so I really hope you like it! I just wanted to say that this story is rated M for possible future chapters because I wanted to be safe. Also, I'm very bad at writing summaries so I apologize for that. Any feedback is appreciated whether it's good or bad but constructive criticism is the best! Thanks so much for reading and once again, enjoy! :)

Olivia awoke to the sound of her father knocking on her door.

"Hey Kiddo, it's time to wake up," he said, flicking on the lights. She groaned at the bright light, pulled her comforter up over her head, and proceeded to go back to sleep. Her dad chuckled slightly at the just barely visible blonde head sticking out from the sheets.

"Come on Olivia, I have something important to talk to you about. I made breakfast," he trailed off knowing that the mention of food would have her out of bed within the next ten minutes.

"I'll be waiting in the kitchen for you," he told her as he left the room. Soon after he left, Olivia removed the blankets from her body and pulled herself out of bed. She headed downstairs still clad in her pajamas as it was Sunday and the only plans she had involved her couch and the English homework that was still sitting on her desk.

As she reached the kitchen, the smell of waffles and maple syrup reached her nose. She smiled in delight.

"Waffles?" She asked her father who was already sitting at the table with a cup of coffee and the newspaper in his hands.

"They're still your favorite right?" He asked.

"Absolutely," she nodded firmly.

"There's some sliced fruit and a few other things on the counter to top them off," he pointed to the bowls of toppings. At this, she stopped making her breakfast plate and stared at her father suspiciously.

"What's with the special breakfast?" She asked slowly, wondering his motive behind the extravagant display.

"What do you mean?" He asked. "Nothing's special. I just decided to make waffles, that's all."

She paused for a moment, narrowing her eyes at him.

"You never could lie to me Dad," she set down her plate and crossed her arms. "What's going on?"

There was a pause and she could almost see the war with himself inside his head.

"We're moving," he finally told her. For a second, she thought she heard him wrong.

"Sorry?" she asked confused.

"We're moving," he repeated and that time, she knew she heard him right.

"Moving."

"Yes."

"As in, not living here anymore."

"Correct."

She stared at him blankly, not knowing how to process what he was telling her. When she finally gained her bearings, she was not a happy camper. She started to speak, but her father cut her off as he stood from the table.

"Before you start complaining, we're staying in New York this time. You don't have to switch schools or leave your friends or anything," he explained, holding his hands out to calm her. "We just, can't stay here anymore."

"Well, why not?" She asked, even more confused than she was before.

With a top secret agent for a father, Olivia wasn't ignorant to the idea of moving. She had been moved all around the country ever since she was little. She was born in Virginia in her mother's hometown and lived there until she was about three. After her mom left the picture, it was off to Iowa with her dad for the next two years. Then Alaska. Then Nebraska. Then Louisiana. And now, New York. She'd lived in New York for five years and had grown so attached to the state. The cities were amazing and the countryside so beautiful. It seemed like everywhere she turned there was something new to see or experience and it just never got old. Olivia learned to not get attached to people rather quickly. Her father was always being dragged across the country and put on new missions. It seemed rather pointless to make friends she knew she would eventually leave behind.

When they moved to New York, however, her father promised that was the last move. The Avengers were almost permanently there and when he went on missions, her Uncle Phil would stay with her until her dad returned. She had finally let herself make friends and have crushes; it allowed her to feel like a normal kid. And now, against her dad's promise, they were moving again. But this move was different. They weren't moving halfway across the country because some underground ring was planning to take over the government. She couldn't begin to think of why they would just change houses. If something was happening in New York, they could handle it just fine without moving.

"I was called into SHIELD headquarters yesterday and I was notified that we've been compromised." Olivia stared at him blankly. "Someone hacked into my files," he elaborated. "Luckily, whoever did it wasn't smart enough to cover up their tracks so we're working on finding out who they are. We're not quite sure what they know, but I'm not willing to risk anyone coming after you," he said firmly.

She let the information sink into her head. Someone knew where she lived. Someone knew her relation to Hawkeye. Someone knew she existed. She let out a heavy sigh. Being angry with her father was no longer an option, but that didn't mean she had to be excited about the new situation.

"So, I guess we're moving," she said matter of factly. "When?" she asked.

"Tomorrow," he answered.

"Tomorrow?" she asked incredulously. "We haven't even looked at apartments or houses! We don't have anywhere to move to!"

"We're moving into the tower," her father stated.

"The tower?" she asked. "As in, The Avenger's Tower?"

"The one and only," he answered. "Tony offered all of the Avengers a space to live a while back. I turned it down for obvious reasons but I've decided to take him up on his offer."

"Is that so? Well, how do you think he's going to react when you show up with me? You know, the daughter that almost no one knows exists?" She asked bluntly.

"We'll cross that bridge when we get there," he told her as he walked over to her and pulled her into a hug. "Thank you for being so cool about this; I know you really don't want to move."

She hugged him back tightly. "That's okay," she whispered. "And besides, it's not that big of a deal I guess. Like you said, we're not leaving the state, I don't have to switch schools, I'll still see all my friends. Just, promise me we won't sell the house? As soon as we have the all clear, we'll move back. Right?"

"If that's what you want, then absolutely."

"That's what I want," she confirmed.

"That settles that then," he pulled away and then kissed her forehead. "Well now that that's out of the way, time to go talk to Tony."

Olivia laughed at her father as he walked away towards the front door. "You haven't even asked him yet?"

"Oh hush you. Go do your homework or something!" he yelled as he exited the house. "Love you!"

"Love you too Dad!" she called back and she heard the door click shut.