Summary: Avery Stark was the daughter of the infamous Tony Stark and the lovely Pepper Potts, raised by a "family" of freaks that went around saving the world. She, however, was for the most part normal...until one day her insistence that her dad let her use the suit - just once - to fly wound up getting her tangled up in the "family" business: saving the world.

Sorry this chapter is so short - they will be longer!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Avery Stark sipped her diet coke thoughtfully and stared out at the skyline of New York. She felt at her best when she was sitting on the roof of the Avengers tower, high above it all. Sure, she loved the city. She loved the hustle and bustle, and adored the city from the Upper East Side to the rats in the subway. She was, and would always be, a New Yorker. There was just something about being eye level with the tip of the Chrysler building (her favorite in Manhattan) and getting a birds eye view of everything that made her feel better, somehow.

Avery sat her coke down carefully and lied down on her back, watching a small black bird flit around. She was so envious of it. At any time it wanted, it could take off. Go to a new place. Start a new adventure. Of course, she supposed, birds didn't have that kind of thought process, but she remained ever envious of the ability. Not that she wasn't happy with her life. She had it damn good, and she knew it. She had been born and raised with not only a brother, mother, and father, but seven "uncles" and four "aunts". The majority of whom all lived in the same tower as her. She was born to a family with money, opportunity, privelege, status, brains, and a whole hell of a lot of love.

But at seventeen, Avery was starting to feel the need to branch off. Try things on her own. Her whole life she had been watching her dad fly away, go off into battle. He always came back - she didn't worry nearly as much as she did when she was little - battered and bruised, but looking alive and exhilarated. Her mother would kiss him like she couldn't posisbly love him more, and he would tell them all about how he saved the world.

Maybe Avery didn't want to go into battle, but she did want something. Maybe not even anything dangerous. Just something. A new city, maybe. Time to herself, or a new person to get to know. She didn't really care - just so long as it was different, and new, and exciting.

"Hey, this is my spot," a slightly dismayed voice came from behind her.

Avery turned slightly and smiled. "Oh, hey Uncle Clint," she greeted easily. "Sorry, I thought you and Aunt Tasha were out somewhere."

"Uh-huh," Clint said skeptically. He took a seat with his legs dangling over the edge of the tower, and began to use his bow to shoot paper airplanes out over the city. "So what brings you up here?"

Avery shrugged nonchalantly and leaned back on her elbows, gesturing widely to the skyline.

Clint gave a little chuckle. "Mirror mirror on the wall, you are your father after all."

Avery smirked and ran a hand through her flaming red hair. "I wish. He gets to go out and explore it. The only time I get to take to the skies, I'm in a plane," the bird fluttered by, singing happily and her eyes followed it. "It's not the same."

Clint waved a hand. "Flying's kinda overrated."

Avery studied her uncle's profile for a moment as he continued to shoot airplanes and her smirk grew. "Anyone ever tell you you're a horrible liar, Robin Hood?"

Clint lauughed and launched another plane, the both of them watching it soar into the early morning air before he replied. "I used to lie for a living, kid. I still do."

Avery took another sip of her coke and laughed lightly. "Well you're doing a bang-up job right now, I can tell you that much."

Clint turned and and aimed an airplane in her direction, which she caught with ease. "Okay, flying's awesome. Truly awesome. Nothing comes close. I was trying to spare your teenage feelings."

"Don't," Avery said simply. She drained what was left in her can and then crushed it against the concrete. "I know it's gotta be amazing."

Clint shot the teen a sympathetic smile. "I'd take you if I could, kiddo. Unfortunately with all the ways I've ever flown, your parents would kill me."

Avery sighed, picked up her crushed can, and stood, brushing off her legs and shorts. "I know, I know. You'd think a group of superheroes who have seen a hell of a lot worse than a little innocent flying wouldn't be such worriers."

"Maybe that's exactly why they're such worriers," Clint suggested, giving Avery a pointed look.

She glared at him. "Don't go all philosopher on me, Artemis."

Clint gave her a look of mock offense. "Oh come on. You could of gone with Apollo. At least he's a dude."

"Then I chose the right one!" Avery called over her shoulder as she went back inside the building.

Avery got in the elevator and started to press the button for the room her floor was in, and then stopped herself. "Hey, JARVIS?"

"Yes, Miss Avery?" the AI responded promptly over the elevator's intercom.

"Where's my dad?" Avery leaned against the wall of the elevator, chewing on her lip in thought.

"Mr. Stark is currently in his lab, ma'am," JARVIS informed her.

Avery nodded, processing. "How good of a mood is he in?"

The robot took a moment ro respond, and then said, "He appears to be in a quite pleasant mood this morning. He is whistling. Off-key, I might add."

Avery laughed. Sometimes she felt like JARVIS got her humor better than anyone else in the tower. "Alright, thanks." She pushed the button for the ground floor and sucked in a breath. Her idea was probably dumb. There was a very high chance that it would never work. But she had to try.