Hello once again, and welcome to the third part of Charlie's story. If you haven't read my previous stories Heaven Knows and Alone Together, I highly suggest reading them before you begin this story.

First off: If you're still here after AT, thank you. I do plan on re-writing AT eventually due to the abrupt ending, but I have so many stories at once that I really shouldn't even be writing this one. I was just so excited to add Charlie to Age of Ultron that I had to get this out here.

Second: I hope this prologue explains what you missed between IM3 and AofU. If you have any questions, feel free to ask and I'll answer as best as I can.

Without further ado- It's Not Over.


Prologue

Normal is boring. Every angst-riddled teenager has declared it, every responsibility-addled adult has denied it, but the simple truth is that normal is, in fact, boring.

This is the precise reason Charlie decided against curing herself of the Extremis drug. Although it had been forced upon her by a man she was sure she'd despise for the remainder of her life, when Tony had promised to find a way to get it out of her system, she had suggested an alternative. Instead of removing the Extremis, they worked together to develop and stabilize it.

He had been completely against it at first, but after copious whining and other methods of persuasion not suitable for children, he had agreed to help her. Together Tony and Charlie made changes to themselves- she with the Extremis and he with removing the arc from his chest.

Over the next two years Charlie's powers becam controllable, and she slowly became more and more intertwined with the Avengers. 18 months after the Mandarin incident, she was made an official Avenger by Director Fury himself. For another 6 months after that, she and the Avengers continued the search for Loki's lost scepter.

Normal is boring. This very thought was on Charlie's mind as she walked into the living room of Stark Tower where all the Avengers had convened to discuss the next HYDRA facility they would be raiding. She had never heard of Sokovia, but soon enough it would become a place she would never forget.