Chapter 1

In Northern Alaska

The midnight sky glowed with the faint shine of midnight stars. Aurora Borealis glowed bright and clear ahead, it's purple, green, and blue hues lighting the cold night. A cold finger slipped down the man's back as he breathed in the cold Arctic air. His huskies panted after the long journey, sitting down in the fresh layer of cold snow.

"You're late," a man greeted him with a voice as gruff as the grizzly bears back in Juneau.

"Try getting through that blizzard back there without a couple of delays," the first man replied, but unlike the other man, his voice was as smooth as the freshly smothered ground.

A lone wolf howled in the distance, it's cries highlighting the gentle hues in the sky.

"It's not everyday you find something like this, Harold," the man with the gruff voice said.

"They found something similar about 19 years ago," the guy named Harold replied, "Some company called Swords or Shoot or something."

"SHIELD?" the other guy questioned.

"Yeah!" Harold replied, "Now let's go check it out."

The other guy led the way across the cold ice to what looked like... the wing of an old rusted plane? They chucked at the ice with a crowbar, Jack Frost slipping a cold finger down their shoulders and leaving them looking at...

"What the...?" Harold started.

There stood the cold frozen figure of a girl. Complete with a crisp, clean military uniform, she lay there, her pretty red girls framing her white porcelain face, making her look like a doll. However, her hazel white eyes gazed upon them, a look of angst on her face.

In New York City

The sun shone on the young boy's face, reflecting his dark hair. He rustled, causing a nearby cat to leap off the bed and sneak out of the room.

"Sir, it'stime to wake up," a British robotic voice said.

"Ugh..." the boy groaned.

He opened his eyes, sat up, rubbed his eyes, and hopped out of bed. After getting freshened and dressed up, he went down the hall to knock on a door with a bunch of "Do Not Enter!" signs on it.

"Wake up, Johnny!" he called.

A groan came from inside as he heard something move.

"Yowch!" said a voice from inside as he heard a thump!

Alex chuckled to himself, smiling at the antics of his falling brother. He went downstairs and made himself a bowl of cereal.

"Hey honey!" he heard somebody call. He turned around to see his mom descending down the grand staircase of their penthouse. With her strawberry blonde hair, her sweet smile, and her trusty Blackberry always nearby, Alex thought Pepper Potts was the best mom in the whole world.

"Hey mom," Alex replied, only to notice she was wearing a formal suit, "Off to work again?"

"Yeah sweetie. Have fun at school. And remember, your brother's football game is tonight!" she said, kissing him on the cheek, the leaving the room with a sweet perfume.

Johnny came down, deep bags under his eyes.

"What have you been doing all night? Making out with your pillow?" Alex joked.

"Haha, very funny," Johnny said sarcastically, "I was working on a suit like Iron Man's"

"Yeah, you could so make that! Anyway, hasn't Iron Man been retired, for what, like 20 years?" Alex replied.

"You'll see... Just wait and see," Johnny said, the gears in his mind ticking like a machine as he thought of adding a slushie maker.

Alex just looked at the view of New York, crunching on a piece of toast.

HEY! Well this is my new story. As you can see, I'm new to writing fanfiction (though I have loved reading them!)

Anyway, I hope you like it! I will try to update as soon as possible! Anyone who likes this gets free swcarma.

Did I spell that right? Free cookie for anyone who knows! Thanks guys! -Musical Writer