I've recently been watching the 2003 Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and for some reason keep making up stories in my head of them with an OC from the Avengers universe. I was going to put this under a crossover, but it doesn't focus on the Avengers, only on the OC's and the Ninja Turtles, so I'll keep it in just the category for now. I started writing it all down and figured that I mind as well share it. If you like it, then great! If not, then sorry. I've also been typing this for 8 hours straight like some kind of lunatic. I don't even know what I want to do with it, but you're welcome to take part in my craziness. I don't know if I want to do anything with the Avengers yet, I just like the fact that they're sort of in my story.

Disclaimer: Don't own Avengers, Don't own TMNT

The room was stale with smoke and strangers clogging up the furniture as the current residents puffed their futures away. Some form of dubstep was pulsing through speakers, vibrating the walls with the techno music and a few souls were attempting to dance, but instead they were slowly flailing around.

Eve hated these places, but continued stepping around the litter of drug induced bodies, looking for one specific idiotic, useless, boy, her older brother. He disappeared again and she took it upon herself to find him this time.

She continued through the smog, glancing at the blank faces but not really caring about them as she stepped over their comatose states.

"Who's the chick?"

"Is she a cop?"

"Let her try the stuff."

She heard the voices muttering, but ignored them and focused on the tuff of honey bronze hair that lay on the owner who was leaning against the wall with drool oozing out of his mouth.

"Damnit Harrison." She swore under her breath and knelt down next to him, placing her fingers on his sweaty forehead.

"Harrison. Harrison! Can you hear me?" She called out in desperation to him and waited until he registered her voice. Finally, he opened his eyes and she sighed in relief as his eyes finally dilated. She wasn't a doctor, but she knew he was going to be fine. They just needed to flush his system again and he'd be almost as good as new.

Lugging him out of the shady apartment proved to be difficult, but once she dragged his body into the elevator, she ignored the dark stains on the floor and slid her phone out of her jean pocket to call her father.

It rang once and then he answered in annoyance. "Where did you find him this time?"

"Westchester. Same town, different building. We'll be home soon." She responded and the exhaustion crept through her voice as she stared down at what her brother had become.

"Alright." He sighed in exasperation. "Bruce and I are ready to flush him." He stated and then cut the call.

The elevator doors creaked open, finally arriving on the ground floor and her driver frowned at the state of Harrison.

"I got it from here, Eve," He said with a nod and she walked outside, enjoying the crisp air that rushed at her as Happy followed behind her, carrying the deadweight of her brother and chucking him into the limo.

"Let's go. This town will jump on us the minute they see this car." He grunted and slid into the driver's seat as she buckled up next to him on the passenger side.

"He's getting worse, Happy. What are we going to do?" She asked and leaned her head against the window, watching the sketchy neighborhood pass them by as they drove towards Los Angeles.

"He swallowed more than he could bite. Maybe it's time that we get him professional help." He admitted and they drove the rest of the way to the mansion in bitter silence.

Once they drove through the gates and up the winding driveway, Happy carried Harrison into the house and into the infirmary room so her father and Bruce could begin the process.

Eve shuffled her feet in the house, up the spiral staircase, and through the long hallway until she arrived in her room. After changing into some sweatpants and a red tank, she curled up in bed, letting the blankets swallow her up.

"Jarvis, what time is it?" She called out to the empty room and the soft British voice of their A.I. responded.

"It's 4 in the morning, miss. I suggest you get some sleep."

"Thanks Jarvis. I plan on it." She muttered and with one last yawn, she let sleep overtake her senses.

Their life looked glamorous from the outside perspective with the beautiful mansion, expensive cars, a sleek limo, designer labels, technology that surpasses any in existence, and an unimaginable amount of money. Sure, they seemed perfect and most envied them, but outsiders failed to realize who they truly were. Her father, Tony Stark, also known as Iron Man, Bruce, Pepper, her brother, and her all lived in this house while the other Avengers took up residence in New York and Washington D.C. The attack of New York happened 3 years ago and while the country was finally forgetting about the disaster it had brought, her family and friends would never forget what Loki had done to them. Thor returned to Asgard to take his rightful throne, only visiting once a year for a couple months until he had to resume to his responsibilities. Nat and Clint stuck with S.H.I.E.L.D to continue with missions so when they weren't traveling, they resided in D.C. with Steve who was also going on missions and saving the world while taking care of Bucky after he saved him from HYDRA. Her father had the STARK building fixed and upgraded, but moved Pepper and her to California. He still had panic attacks and the only way to keep them under control was to get away from anything that reminded him of New York and Loki. Bruce didn't want to go back into hiding after befriending her dad, so he joined them and worked on experiments here.

Harrison used to be an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D, but when HYDRA infected the organization, he helped the Avengers take the disease out and then quit once they won. He didn't know what to do with his life though and tried to hang out with the young crowd, but that got him into things out of his control, like drugs. So for the past year, Eve and her father had been taking turns hunting him down and dragging his doped ass back home. They'd flush his system and rehabilitate him, but he was addicted to this strong drug on the black market, Liquid Gold, and after a few weeks would vanish off the map. Sure, they had tried to put a tracker in him, but he was a Stark after all and even if he was dumb as hell when it came to these drugs, he knew how to get the trackers out. Anywhere they placed it, whether they implanted it in his skin or on his clothes, he would just tear it out. He was an experienced S.H.I.E.L.D agent and had the Stark brains so they would just have to outwit him and it became a sick game among their family. Whose turn was it to find drugged up Harrison?

Eve wasn't an agent and even if she wanted to train to be one, her father forbade any thought of it. She was the baby of the family, the princess, as her father liked to call her. While her brother went the spy route, she stayed home with her dad and helped with the weapons company. She graduated with her two Master degrees in engineering electricity from MIT at the age of 18, a year younger than her father when he earned his two degrees.

-That's the first chapter and I promise I'll go back and reread it and edit it tomorrow. After I sleep. Adios!