Not the Only One

by JWolf28

I always knew I was different. I was a foster kid bounced around the system with ADHD, but that wasn't quite it. I am insanely smart and not afraid to flaunt it. I kind of always thought that I was the only one like that, but then I met Tony Stark. He understood me. A/N: Will include other Avengers later.

1. Prologue

Prologue

I'm not like most people. I'll start there. I have an insanely high IQ. Like, really, really high. I was taking high school courses when I was ten years old type high. I don't know why I'm so smart, but I am.

I suppose math and science are my best subjects, but that's probably because building is my thing. I started this when I was about three. My foster mom left me at home with my foster-brother and the idiot didn't watch me so when my foster mom came home, I had taken my foster father's tool box and completely disassembled their boom box. Now, that would have been bad, but using a few parts from around the house, I turned the boom box into a TV. While that would have been amazing in its own, I also made an antenna to go with it. The look of surprise on their faces is still with me.

My name is Alice Lovegreen and I am seventeen years old. My parents gave me up for adoption mere moments after my birth and I was supposed to be adopted, but my lungs were underdeveloped and after all the surgeries, I was almost four so no one wanted me, plus I had ADHD and that didn't exactly help my case.. I was being tossed around the foster system when I decided that emancipation was the way to go. My parents had both signed away their rights to me when they gave me up, so all I had to do was apply.

This whole story starts before that, though. I was fifteen and working my way through my first year of college. Oh, yeah, I was well on my way to having a master's before I could even drink. I did duel enrollment in high school, but that's irrelevant; just me flaunting me marvelous brain. Anyway, I was juggling college, the part-time job I had recently gotten, and my foster dad's alcoholism. He would bug me for money to buy a beer, I would throw a cup of water in his face and tell him to sober up. Most of the time he would listen too.

Dave wasn't a bad guy, he just had some serious issues. His parents disowned him and his wife left him and took the dog and the kids. I was with them at the time and I don't think he would have made it without me there. It's a shame though, I really liked that dog.

Again, I digress. So, it all really started after I got my job. I was working at a bank as a secretary. I wasn't even going to think about staying there though. Banking was so not for me. I was taking courses in psychology and engineering, what good was banking? However, it was through banking that I met Tony Stark. Someone who knew what I was going through. Someone I could trust. Someone like me.

A/N: So, whatcha think? Please leave a comment and let me know if I should continue it. I don't own the Avengers or its characters, yadda, yadda, yadda.