AN: I originally got the idea from another story (that I can't remember the name of) I own nothing but my OC, everything else belongs to Marvel.

*Slightly edited 5/5/13*

Just do it Bell. Stop being such a coward and do it. The young, barely 21 year-old girl, looked up at the giant tower across the street reading her father and brothers last name. Carefully, as to not be seen, the brunette covered her face with her hooded jacket and made her way through the busy streets of New York that she knew all too well.

Isabella Hall was a tough girl. She could hold her own and was good at getting information out of people when she needed it, she knew how to take apart and engine and build it again, only better. She certainly was not a shy person, and cared deeply for the people she loved. There had always been a piece of her missing though. A piece that, no matter how hard she tried, she could not squeeze out of her mother until she was lying there, on her death bed. She whispered, with her last dying breath, the name of her father that she had been searching for since she could remember, only to find out she lived right down the block from him all these years.

Isabella walked through the glass doors with a purpose. She caught the eye of one of the Avengers, Natasha, who gave her a weary glance before talking into her ear piece, no doubt signaling someone that she was here. Granted, Belle did look suspicious in her all black, tight fitting outfit. The agent gave her a once over but wasn't quick enough, Belle had already made it to the elevator, pressing her hand to the scanner she was able to grant herself access immediately. She knew something was wrong when the elevator stopped on the wrong floor, instead taking her to her brother's workshop. She stepped out, hesitantly, glancing around for any dangerous signs that might warn her to stay in the elevator.

"And how may I be of your assistance" A smooth voice called from the desk to her left, a voice she had heard many times before.

"Mr. Stark" She began making her way over to where he was sitting, now facing her, "I would like to talk to you, in private" She leaned her hands on the table, looking him dead in the eyes, while showing off her piercing blue ones.

"We are in Private" Stark retaliated, knowing that she knew who was watching.

"I think you and I both know that's a lie" Isabella knew how big of a risk she was taking just by walking into the building, now here she was threatening one of the world top geniuses and getting away with it. She smiled a little, letting her guard down to show that he could trust her, after all, they would be spending a lot of time together after their little talk, whether he liked it or not.

"JARVIS, shut down all the cameras and mic's"

"Right away sir" The robot answered in his cool British accent.

"So what is it that you want again?" Without a word, Belle pulled the small piece of paper out of her pocket and handed it to the man in front of her. He took it without breaking eye contact and only tore it away to read the small print on the girls Birth Certificate. "Born September 21st, Mother Rose Hill, Father Howard… Stark…" Tony set down the paper and looked back up at the girl whose eyes now seemed all too familiar.

"I didn't mean to intrude, I just thought you had the right to know" Belle finished, starting her way back to the elevator.

"Wait" Tony's voice rung out before he could stop himself. "How about we go get something to drink"

I know that was really short but the next chapter will be better! Promise!

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