Disclaimer: I don't own the Avengers nor anything in the Marvel related. The only thing I own is my OC Emilianne and GNC.

Most of this story is written from Emily's POV. Main plot is set around Emily's relationship with Tony, Tony's struggle with the aftermath of the battle with Cap and coping with his parents deaths once again, the Sokovia accords and their consequences, the Avengers becoming more like a family, preparing to figth their greatest enemy yet and making unexpected allies along the way all while living their lives.
There will be a lot of domestic life, be warned, but also battles, emotions, heartbreak, asgardian gods, magic etc.

Prologue

At some point of life, everyone takes a look back to see what he has done so far, what he's been through and how he got to this point of life. Here I am sitting in my office, looking out of the window, doing exactly this…Perhaps I should introduce myself first.

My name is Emilianne Accalia Stark and I was born on the 19th of March 1897 as the crown princess of a giant monarchy. Mom was from Norway, dad from Austria. She was killed when I was 17 and not long after, I ran away (shortly before WWI started) taking my diadem with me to make it look like a kidnapping. It worked out. You probably wonder why I ran away in the first place. At the age of 12 I started to hear voices of other people in my head and not only that. I could move things around with my mind and all of my wounds seemed to heal almost instantly. My mom, Ylva, once saw it and said it was my legacy, that one day she will tell me why I have it. The day never came...

I boarded a ship that was the end of Her Majesty Princess Emilianna Accalia Charlotte Amalie I. The ship sealed to Canada where I started a new life as Rose Stark (because I love stars and with the k, it means strong in German). I later changed it to Emilianne Accalia Stark and it stuck ever since. As the years went by, I learned to do many things and fell in love. His name was James Howlett, but he went by Logan more often. He was a soldier; I worked in the field hospital. We were engaged, but then he was sent to the Pacific front to fight Japan and I never saw him again. All I knew was that he went MIA. A couple of other things happened back then, but I don't like talking about those, they're too sad.

Not many interesting things happened since then. I had this dream of flying into space, so I joined the Air force. I made great friends there, but never actually flew into space. I mostly stuck to doing research, but was also involved in action. I didn't like it, so I retired to spend more time in the company I founded 50 years ago with my friend Elisabeth. Lizzie was really like a mother to me. We made planes, engines and research, ended up supplying the army with transport planes. I renamed the company 30 years ago and GlobalNet Corporation or GNC for short was born. Lizzie died of cancer 4 years later. Since then we worked on some top secret government project and built our own spaceship fleet, so my dream finally came true.
You probably already guessed that I'm no ordinary human. The truth is I'm a mutant. A class 7 mutant with the powers of telepathy, telekinesis, empathy, a healing factor, pretty claws and water manipulation. I stopped aging and even 100 years later I still look like a 16 year old. And I also got experimented on. My entire skeleton is covered in adamantium-vibranium alloy. Strong, flexible, unbreakable it allows me to morph into a wolf.

27 years ago, I decided it would be a good idea to get a degree in physics and IT. I went to the MIT, with a new ID of the 16 year old Emilianna A. Stark, the heir of GNC, whose mother Elisabeth died leaving her young daughter to lead the biggest tech company of that time...bla, bla, bla, you get it.
My colleagues and friends came up with that cover couple of years back together with Lizzie, because it would be too weird if the owner didn't change for so long. Since Liz never had kids she always said I was the daughter she always wanted. She died of cancer when I was officially 16, so the year 1989 which made me 92 in reality. So much about weird life. I still miss Lizzie terribly. Still, since my Air Force friends and other friends in high places knew my actual age, there were no problems with a "kid" leading the company. Or the company's special teams, which were and still are helping the police or firefighters when needed. Sometimes even the army asks for help, or we provide security to some big occasions or ceremony worldwide. I'm not talking about 2 or 3 teams here; there are about 200 teams all around the world. Nowadays they are known as the IPA or International Peacekeeping Alliance, which operates under the UN, because it made more sense than to negotiate with every single one of the countries governments to allow us to do our jobs. Now I'm jumping too much to different topics. Details later.

Well, back to the MIT. That was the place I met a quite handsome young man, who is now my best friend, named Anthony E. Stark. Yep, that one. We had couple of classes together and we hated each other. For him I was the nerd, for me he was this annoying arrogant guy who always wanted all the attention he could get and I was a loner, always stuck somewhere on the outside. How did we actually become best friends? We got paired up on a project together, against our will as you can probably imagine. The project was to make the best robot possible using cheap and simple material. So basically do something big out of nothing. And our professor thought it would be great fun to team us up as he said: "The small kids will work together whether they like it or not!" Fun for whom was the right question. We set up a lab in the house I lived. It was located in the outskirts of town in a quite neighborhood, had a garage, a big garden and a small landing place for a helicopter, since the GNC headquarters were located between New York and Washington.

Anyway to cut the long story short, the first evening we went to my place to start working. We finally exited the workshop in the basement hours later only to find out a large storm had gone off. This meant we were stuck together for the next couple of hours. Eventually we started talking and came to the conclusion that we had a lot more in common than we originally thought.

As the days went by, we became closer and spent a lot of time together, much to dismay of Tony´s friends, except Rhodey. We even went to visit his parents a couple of times and I took him to GNC. We stuck together through good and bad and still do. We always had this brother-sister kind of relationship, even after all those years, Tony never got out of friend zone. Not that he didn´t try, though.

You probably know that Tony became Iron Man. My alter ego's name is Wolverine, because in old English it meant little Wolf. That doesn't actually matter since my teammates call me mostly Ace, Acey, Wolvie or Puppy. Don't ask why, they said wolverine was just too long. God knows what really is behind it.

A lot happened since we graduated, but where would be the fun if I told you everything straight out, right?