Hey y'all! Hope you like it – not sure where to go from here.
(Disclaimer: this sooooo isn't mine. Nope. Me own nutting)
After cramming my best belongings in a backpack and raiding my meager cash loot I began the trip to NYC. The Big Apple – the happiest place on earth? Well, big apple big shmapple. I only have to stay with this guy until I become a legal adult and can start earning my own money with a full-time job.
After a stupidly long flight that was broken up by a short stopover in Dubai, I arrived at the JFK International Airport. I was making my way toward the bus station when a shiny Maserati screeched to a stop in front of me. Okay, SJ. This is weird, but just go with it. A gruff voice broke me out of my musing. I saw an eye-patched man behind the dark tinted glass.
"Miss Plenn, I'm Director Fury. Your father works for me." Okay, a bit weird. Why is my Da-, no Tony's boss here to take me over to his house?
No. I almost snorted. Tony Stark – I knew the name sounded familiar. I'm Ironman's daughter. What does that make me? Ironwoman? Ironlady? They both make me sound like a maid. I decided to take my chances and get in. The crowd was starting to get to me, anyway.
"Hello, Miss Plenn. Or should I say Miss Stark?" Okay, this guy knew how to get to me. "As you may have heard, your father works for SHEILD, also known as the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division."
"Wow," I cut in. "I can see why you shortened it, I mean…" I trailed off when I saw the glare coming from Fury.
"Yes. Anyway, we have heard of your intelligence and skills and would like to ask you to join the Avengers, as a back-up."
"Woooh. Wait – what!?" I gasped. "I mean, of course I will!"
"Also, you see, as your father is already in the group we deem it best if you don't reveal your true identity to him quite yet. He may become a bit over protective." Fury informed me.
"Really!" I shot back. "Over protective? The man didn't even bother to know if I was still alive! He let my mother die!"
"Miss Plenn, or Agent Plenn as it is now, that is for you to worry about. We're here. I'm sorry but I must go. Good luck." He told me. But as he walked off I heard him muttering under his breath. "Not another Stark… Good Lord, what do I do now! Really must…"
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I sighed, deciding to ignore him. I marched up to the extravagant house and lifted up my hand to knock. It opened before me, but with no one there.
Hello, Miss. I am Jarvis, an AI. Mr Stark and the other Avengers will be on the 36th floor and to the left. Deciding I had few other options I stepped into the lift. I was trying to imagine what they would all think of me. I had well-toned muscles from rowing but they were hidden under a loose knit and baggy jeans.
I pushed open the door and found myself face to face with 6 surprised Avengers, ready to attack. I slowly raised my hands and a small grin slid onto my face.
"Hi. I'm Agent Plenn, aka SJ. I'm here to be the newest Avenger. Erm..." A short awkward silence followed. Stark had a gapping mouth like a fish – idiot. The broad, handsome (Did I actually just think that?) blone to his left ended it.
"Good afternoon, ma'am. Sorry for the reaction, we've been on edge recently. I'm Captain Steve Rogers."
I gave him a small smile. The others went around and introduced themselves. Except Stark.
"So, what do you specialize in, SJ?" Clint asked.
"Archery and sword fighting. I'm not too bad with a rifle either" Steve gave me a funny look.
"Sorry," he said. "I'm just still getting used to women in the army and you know… everything else." He blushed. No way, does he like me? "That's all right, captain. No need to apologise."
A cough came from the corner of the room. I realised Stark had been silent this whole time.
"Mr Stark," I asked with a smirk. "Is there something you wanted to say?"
"Plenn…" he mumbled. "And the accent. Fury… musta sent you here for a reason. Your mother, her name is Meredith Plenn?" He paused. "No, you can't be! Sammy?"
"What!?" I exploded, my vision red with rage. "You knew my mother was pregnant but you still left?" So much for Fury's advice. "Yes. For your information, her name was Meredith." I held back a sob. "She died eight days ago. Not that you care about that though, right?" Stark gave me a look and disappeared into his lab. Thor went to try and comfort me. How nice was he? This man, not even from earth, was being friendlier to me than my own fathe- Stark.
"Don't worry about it. I going to bed." The Avengers gave me a funny look. It was only 3pm I the afternoon. "Really, I'm fine. It's just jetlag."
"At least let me show you to your room," Steve said as the Avengers began to go back to doing their own thing. Well, soldier. Do you really like me? I though. Let's see how far that will go. I'm definitely not in the mood for romance, being in my current situation but I need something to occupy myself for the next six months.
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Ooooh. Moody angst! Steve/SJ chappies coming up!
-JaSoStylish