"What the hell are you doing here?" Tony Stark, the genius, billionaire, playboy philanthropist and recently anointed member of the Avengers questioned; walking, which for Tony, was strutting, into his vast open kitchen, spying a young woman with dark chestnut waves cascading down her back and wearing short cotton shorts which showed off her long shapely legs and a cami, staring into the contents of his refrigerator.
"I missed you too, Big Brother." The young woman smirked, peering over her shoulder at him with dark brown eyes that matched his, down to the confident glint as they held his stare.
"I didn't mean that." He smiled, with a tenderness reserved only for his little sister as he crossed the room and kissed her cheek and gave her shoulders an affectionate squeeze. She finally selected a container of yogurt and shut the fridge then grabbed a spoon from the drawer next to it. "Why aren't you at school? You have finals."
"I am perfectly prepared for my finals." She smiled confidently. "And I fully expect to see you in the front row cheering me on as I graduate magna cum laude this weekend."
"Well, of course, Hunter, where else would I be?" he smirked, "Unless of course, I have to save the world again, you know."
"I guess I could forgive you for that." She sighed melodramatically. "I suppose saving the world would be a tiny bit more important than my graduation so let's hope that won't be an issue."
"Things should be quiet for a few weeks at least." Tony agreed. "Besides, you're a Stark; you will get your moment to shine. I will personally guarantee that."
When Tony's parents were killed tragically when he was seventeen, he discovered, upon the reading of his father's will that not only would he take full control of Stark Enterprises when he turned twenty-one but that he had a little sister; the result of an affair that his father had with his secretary. Hunter was two years old when Howard Stark died and she and her mother were well supported, living in a high rise penthouse apartment not far from where Tony lived with his parents at their family home. The will stipulated that the monthly living expense allowance continue and also included a hope that Tony would build a relationship with his little sister. Prior to Tony's first meeting, he vowed to despise the little girl, who from various pictures and letters he'd found, had completely captured his father's heart-a feat he felt he had never been able to do. But the moment the little dark haired toddler had wrapped her chubby little arms around Tony's neck, she'd simultaneously wrapped herself around his little finger and now, nineteen years later, she was just as tightly woven around it as she had ever been.
"I know you will." She finished her yogurt and tossed the cup in the garbage and put the spoon in the dishwasher. "But your original question has an obvious answer. My best friend's father was just murdered. I want to see her and I can't get anywhere near her. She needs me, not hidden away by some S.H.I.E.L.D protection detail. I want you to talk to Nick Fury and make it happen." Hunter reached for a coffee cup and poured herself a steaming cup full from Tony's high tech coffee pot, then leaned against the counter, staring at her big brother', a determined look on her tanned, pretty face.
"Consider it done." He replied, equally as determined.