A/N: This is my first story on this site. I thought I'd give it a try. You can review if you like, I don't really care. As long as you enjoy what I write. Because I enjoy writing this even if not many people do read it. Heads up, this is the first story in the Parker Chase Series. This starts before Iron Man. Years before Iron Man. This is how the seventh Avenger became the seventh Avenger. Hope you enjoy it.

Chapter 1: Bitter and Sweet Times

-14 years before The Avengers-

Parker's Dad POV

I'm extremely tired. It's past midnight and I'm the only one left in here, other than the guards. I guess that's what happens when I go on missions. Missions can be very tiring, especially when they don't go the way you want them go.

"Come on," I said to myself "you just need to finish this report and in a few hours you'll see Parker."

Oh my sweet little Parker. How I miss you. I thought.

I sighed and grudgingly kept on working, however just as I was halfway thru the report my phone rang. I looked at it for as second, then picked up.

"Hello?"

"Hello, I'm Mrs. Johnson. I'm looking for Mr. Chase."

"This is he." I responded blankly.

"Well, Mr. Chase, I regret to inform you that Jaqueline, Parker's mother, was fatally wounded during an attempted burglary in their home."

"Is Parker alright?" I asked "And attempted?" I was starting to get worried.

"Parker is fine. She came out of there unhurt, but I can't say the same for the burglars." She commented.

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean Mr. Chase is that Parker has... an unusual gift for martial arts and fighting with knives. Let's just say that the burglars will be spending approximately a month in the hospital before they can ever go to a trial and face jail."

At this I was surprised. I knew of the incident that happened years ago, but is it the same reason these burglars ended up the way they did. After a brief silence I asked a question.

"Parker, did that?"

"Yes, sir. Oh and, Mr. Chase, you will have to come here to sign some papers. Only then you can take her."

"I'll be on the next flight out." I responded.

"See you then, Mr. Chase, and once again I apologise about Mrs. Williams." She hanged up. I just held the phone. I couldn't believe Jay is dead and that my little Parker could do that much damage.

"Oh, Jay, what happened?" I said. I buried my face into my hands and sighed. This wasn't the way I wanted to celebrate Parker's birthday.

I quickly emailed Director Fury about the situation. He met Parker before on several occasions and took a great liking to her, so I'm sure he'll understand.

I ran out of the office got into the car and drove to my apartment grabbed the suitcase that I already had prepared and left.

-A Couple Of Hours Later-

Parker's POV

Mom is gone and Dad is being well... dad. Dad had to sign some paperwork and it took most of the day because well, my dad is old fashioned and so he reads everything even the fine print.

After we left, Dad told me he was going to surprise me by coming to visit for my birthday. He said he was be staying a week, but with current situation maybe even more.

My mom and dad both worked for the Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division or as I call it S.H.I.E.L.D. (worked because mom quit after she had me). Yes, I know about SHIELD. There have been 2 generations on my mom's side (me not included) that have been part of SHIELD, though all of them have been scientists.

Anyway that's where Mom and Dad met. Mom always said that the reason she liked Dad so much was because he was old fashioned, well that and they, both, are HUGE Captain America fans. They turned me into one too (though I keep it on the down low). Its strange too, because I was born the same day as Captain America.

Anyway, they met, they fell in love, yada yada, but they never got married. Mom knew that if Dad (since Dad is a field agent) got into some kind of trouble or something and they found out about her and I, then we would be placed in danger. Dad really didn't want to risk that, but they wore rings as if they were married.

Dad took me out to lunch, and it was quiet for most of it. We were sitting in a booth across from each other. It was gloomy outside just like my mood.

Dad was staring at me when he thought I wasn't looking. He had a worried look on his face. My guess is that he wanted to know if I am traumatised by the event, but to be honest I barely even remember what happened.

All I remember is walking in thru the front door and spotting two guys trying to steal our stuff and then blank. The next thing I know I see my mom in the middle of a pool of blood. She saw me and made an attempt to speak, but nothing. I ran to her and put her head in my lap. I tried to stop the bleeding (trust me my best friend/not biological brother has had too many accidents, well enough for me to know what to do in a crisis such as this), but I was too late. The last thing my mom said was "Be good. I love you and your father."

Parker's Dad POV

I'm eating and keep stealing glances at Parker when she's not looking. Then she gets this far away look. She cringed once. I don't know what is going on. I need to know about last night but I don't want to push her. My curiosity won over.

"Parker, what happened last night?"

She looks over at me then says "To be honest, Dad, I don't remember much of last night."

"You don't?"

"Not really. I only remember going into the house and seeing those guys, and then the next thing I know I see mom's body on the floor. I think a neighbour heard the burglars or something, because about ten minutes later the cops showed up." She finished.

As she talked she look down at her food, but when she finished she looked up at me and she had tears in her eyes. I got up and sat next to her, and gave her a side hug. She hugged me back.

"You know I'll miss her." I told Parker. She looked up

"I'm gonna miss Mom too." She responded.

"Now don't get sad on me. Living with me won't be that bad, will it? I'm not that bad a dad, am I?" I asked jokingly. She smiled a little.

"No. Living with you will be fun, I bet. Besides you're the best dad ever. I just hope we can past this you and me, together." she said.

I can never get over that this little girl, my little girl, of just 14 years of age is more mature than any kid her age, and is intelligent too, just like her mother, but another thought entered my head.

Phil,, you're gonna have to test out her skills later on to see if it was true about the burglars, and if her skills got better.

-A Couple of Days Later-

Well, Dad said we can stay in town until I graduate. I am going to be a senior in high school next year (I'm turning 15). I have the IQ of a genius like my best friend/not biological brother, Tony, speaking of which is going to be my mentor after high school since I'm gonna study mechanics and engineering (along with chemistry, but not with Tony) after I graduate.

Mom and I spent talking about my future a lot lately (before that night), talking about her rejoining SHIELD and I joining SHIELD with both of us being scientists.

Fury said that Dad can stay with me for 2 months then has to get back to duty, but I have no clue who's gonna take care of me at that point. But after I graduate I get to move in with Tony for a year. So that means I'm gonna live in California for a year, then meet Dad in New York after the year is up.

Dad bought a house for us to live in for the next year and a half. It's pretty big but not as big as Tony's place, though to be fair he lives in a mansion.

Dad got his own room of course, as did I. The third room is for guests, I guess, but the fourth room I'm gonna turn it into a lab.

When I lived with my mom, we had a lab in the extra guest room. We had these really cool experiments. My mom specialised in biology, while I'm working on analytical chemistry and biochemistry (I have been taking college level classes on the side, along with all of my school work). We both also occasionally did some forensic science, just for fun you know?

We have a basement and a garage. Dad is turning the garage into a gym, while I take the basement.

I turned it into a library/art room. The walls nearest the stairwell have book shelves lined with ranging from mystery (Sherlock Holmes) to fiction and horror (Lord of the Rings and The Shining) to literature from the 1800s (Edgar Allan Poe, Ralph Emerson).

I don't have many non fiction books as facts can sometimes ruin creativity which won't help us discover new things. Most of the non fiction I own are either historical or scientific, anyway so it isn't much.

The look on my Dad's face when he saw how many boxes were filled with books. Drawing is a way to express creativity as my mom said, so I do it when I'm bored, am stuck on something, or just need to think.

My room is always a mess, but incredibly, I almost always know where everything is. It's not pigsty messy, more of a tornado went through my room messy.

The only parts on my room actually organised is the nightstand next to my bed. I have a TV in my room along with a VCR and DVD player. I like to watch movies, just so I can relax or think.

Sometimes when Dad came to visit at the old house we would watch a classic. We still do, but I somehow keep nugding him toward the modern adventure and action movies, which are my favourites.

There are so many memories in my room, about my mom that I'd rather spend time out of my room than in.

Eventually some of those memories will fade away, but in the mean time I can't stand to be in my room for long.