A/N: I am sooo sorry I haven't done anything productive with this story in over a year, life took over and I got lazy *is ashamed*. Fortunately, 2 years of English later I hope to improve and continue this fic. Reviews are loved and flames shall be used to torture writer's block, let's get this show on the road!

Disclaimer : Only gonna say this every once in a while : If its Marvel related, it isn't mine.

I twirled a finger through my mousy brown curls and sighed, my father was working on something 'important' and could not see me at the moment. Most people would think being the daughter of a billionaire slash genius slash philanthropist would be fun. Of course, it might be, if I wasn't a bastard. A mistake my parents made in their teenage years, apparently no one explained 'protection' to them, back to haunt my father now that my mother was dead. I was four years old when the police had found me clinging to my mother's dead body, begging her to wake up.

After some digging they found out I was the illegitimate daughter of Tony Stark. They were shocked to say the least. Though not as shocked as they were when he told them he didn't want me, to send me to some other relative. Sure he wasn't known as the nicest or most responsible celebrity, but to not even want to acknowledge my existence? Ouch. Not that four year old me cared, but I digress.

Of course I had no relatives, so he grudgingly took the responsibility of raising me, well not really, I was actually raised by a nurse, Maya. I didn't even see him again till I was ten, and even then it was only briefly. He wasn't a cruel man, or even as vain as the press made people believe, he didn't make an effort to hide me away or anything, he just didn't care. I was immaterial. He had better things to do.

Now, many years later, I, Heather Marie Stark, am turning sixteen. I'm a college grad with an IQ that rivals his. I work as a field agent for SHIELD, my best friend is an assassin, and I can probably match Tony's consumption of alcohol (turns out drinking is legal in a lot of places for minors outside the US). Not that he knows. Not that he cares.

The clicking of heels alerted me to a woman approaching, and I hid a smile, guessing who it most likely was. The tower's famous red-headed beauty, the only woman known to have ever had any control over the infamous Tony Stark.

"Heather?"

Yup, I was right, it was Pepper, my dad's girlfriend, well, actually after hacking into Jarvis I found he plans to propose in a few days so I could say fiance.

"Hi Pepper," I hid a smile, and then tears as I looked into her pity filled eyes. I knew she was probably here to ask for Tony's passwords. I had just finished hacking into the system for the third time this week, and switched every combination on my way out. It seemed the only way to talk to the guy was to make him really mad, and nothing did so quicker than outsmarting him. I wonder if he knew today is my birthday.

"Happy birthday Heather."

I looked up at her, surprised, "Thanks Pep, but that isn't why you came is it?"

Pepper looked down and sighed, "No, the team is here, and Tony really needs access to his suit, can I have the password?"

I nodded "Sure, here you go," I handed her the paper, fully prepared for this kind of thing.

She smiled "I promise to distract him so you can reset it when he gets back."

I grinned, Pepper was one of the few people who grasped my need for some kind of communication with my dad. Even the negative kind. We had a mutual understanding if you will, I don't endanger anyone, I can do whatever the hell I want, and sometimes she'll even help.

I told her the passwords and we parted ways at the elevator, as I headed towards the labs on the 72nd floor of the main tower.

As I navigated through the maze of rooms and hallways I nearly ran into the man I was searching for.

Bruce Banner jumped when we both rounded the same corner and nearly collided. He had a huge stack of papers that were balanced precariously on a book and tablet, I quickly went to help him, snatching a decent chunk of the files before he could protest.

He frowned, then seeming to realize I wasn't going to give them back he shook his head and smiled in thanks "To room 23 if you don't mind, Heather."

I nodded and followed him into the hall, glancing at the papers I now held, they were a mix of equations, test results and scribbles "You've got awful handwriting. Still working on the serum Doc? I thought the team was having a debriefing?"

Bruce gave me a wry smile and nodded "Yes, and yes, but I'm not needed. It's field work, and I am strictly a lab-safe only homo sapien."

I snorted and he smiled softly. "So when are you gonna test this serum?"

"Well, after the mishap last month," Bruce said, dropping his things on a table, looking a bit dejected, "I'm really not sure."

Mishap was an understatement. He stayed in Hulk mode for days. No one was injured, but there was a lot of damage to the lab. Not that Tony minded, but to Bruce it was humiliating and extremely disheartening. He was ready to disappear to Calcutta again.

"What about just testing it on a blood sample like you used to? Just treat it like a long term experiment. As unpredictable as the Other guys is you may want to wait at least a month before testing it on yourself though."

Bruce blinked, then let out a short bark of laughter, "You are a genius. I made this all way too complicated."

"Mhmm."

He shook his head, looking slightly flustered "What an obvious answer."

I giggled, he was such a drama queen sometimes "Well, give yourself some credit, after all, I'm not the one with graying hair."

Bruce's eyes widened and looked upwards in a fake panic, which only sent me into more fits of laughter. After a moment the poor man mimicked giving up, shaking his head "Ah well, I have earned them."

I started to say something when suddenly a fiery explosion from the other side of the room knocked me backwards into the wall.

My skull made a resounding crack, and darkness clouded my vision for a moment. I reached up with a dust covered hand to feel the newly forming bump I was sure was growing by the second, when my hand was met with something sticky that smelled of rust. I was laying awkwardly on my side, and an attempt to move quickly alerted me to a dislocated arm, my right of course.

I heard a groan and gasped, remembering my friend

"Bruce? Are you okay?" I croaked, my voice much quieter than I had hoped.

I turned my torso painfully to face the rest of the room and saw my friend convulsing on the ground, struggling with his "other" self, the Hulk. Oh shit.

"Bruce? Please, can you hear me, are you okay?" I hauled myself onto my feet, and half crawled half walked to the doctor, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Br-"

He lost the fight. With a roar he changed, and a great green hand grasped me around the waist as if I were a rag doll and brought me close to his face. Hulk snarled angrily and threw me at the wall a second time. The last thing I remember was crashing through it, and possibly several more.