Chapter Two: Miss Stark

There are a few moments in time that will change a person's life forever, sadly thanks to my dad I've had one too many of them. Stark, everyone knows the last name ... my last name. Everyone wants something from you, and it's just a fact you come to accept. Being Tony Stark's daughter definitely has its perks, like being smart enough to graduate from MIT at the age of 14 or saying your last name at any restaurants and immediately getting a table. My friends would love that…if I had any, oh well. But it most definitely has its faults, like almost dying of a heart attack when your father gets kidnapped and almost dies in the middle of the desert, or constantly being the prime target for every villain with something against the legendary Iron Man. Like my life didn't suck enough without my dad trying to play super hero. But I guess I'm a little grateful, because if it wasn't for my last name, I would never have met him.

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Erik slammed the door as he walked out of Stark Tower. "Who the bloody hell does Tony Stark think he is? He dare deny me?" he yelled as he lifted his hand and crashed a mailbox into the side of the building, glass shattering everywhere as he went. That stupid Asguardian prick would be here soon, he just knew it and he needed a way to destroy him. He needed Stark and the Avengers to no longer be the protectors of Loki's life. As he reached his car, one of his mutant lackeys said, "How'd it go with Stark?" Being reminded of his failure only served to make him angrier, he crushed one of Stark's car into a giant metal ball, his lakey watched in terror. Erik had half a mind to end the mutant idiot's miserable life right then and there but decided against it. He didn't have time for dead bodies, not right now.

"Why don't you use his daughter against him? I'm sure it'll make him more cooperative."

His daughter? He didn't even know Stark had a daughter.

"Find me everything you can about her by this afternoon, I need to move fast."

It was a few hours before he had all the information he needed on Stark's little spawn. He was on his way to NYU where she occasionally gave lectures on robotics even though she was only 18. Hiding his astonishment from his helper monkeys had been a bit hard. He parked his newly acquired Mercedes just outside the building he knew she'd exit out of, his tinted windows hiding any evidence that there was someone in the car and waited. He was told to look out for the little brunette that always came out last after everyone had left. He was left waiting for 20 minutes before she came out and he sure as hell had to do a double take. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and he had seen a lot of women. Long, wavy, auburn hair fell perfectly down her shoulder over her creamy white skin as her bright blue eyes twinkled with amusement as she watched all of the new students trying to find their classes and hopelessly failing. Her curves were perfectly outlined by the skintight grey dress she wore even though she had a black trench coat over it. He was glad he was alone in this car because he hadn't been able to keep his mouth from dropping. Perfection.

He frowned at his sudden train of thought. This wasn't the plan. She was just a pawn to get to Stark, that's it.

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"Damn it!" she yelled as her heel got stuck in the sidewalk crack essentially making her drop all of her papers.

"Stupid heels, stupid side walk, stupid freshmen staring at me. Yeah I see you, move along!"

"Are you quite alright?" an amused and accented voice said to her. She saw hands coming to help her collect her scattered belongings.

"Yeah I'm good thanks Mr-" her words were immediately cut off when she looked up and met with a pair of green eyes. They felt like magnets, drawing her in like a moth to a flame, not that Erik had been feeling any different. He had found her amusing, a small smile tugging at his lips as he watched her fumble and talk to herself. This would be the perfect time to approach her, be the helpful gentlemen, he thought as he exited the car. But when his green eyes met her blue ones, it's like he couldn't pull away. Or didn't want to. He wasn't very sure anymore. He hadn't felt this rush in such a long time, too long. But that wasn't in the plans, he needed to see the bigger picture.

"Lehnsherr, but you can call me Erik.", he said as he handed her the remaining papers that layed at his feet and were beyond her reach.

"Thank you, Maria Stark, pleasure." He kissed her hand as she extended it, causing a blush to come across her pale cheeks. "It was a pleasure to meet you Erik, but I really must get going." A timid smile appeared as he flashed her his,

"Yes of course, until next time Miss Stark."

He caught himself watching her walk away. The needle in his pocket practically burning him with a reminder. I was supposed to lure her away, inject her and take her as leverage.

Maybe next time.

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For the next few days she caught herself being excited to finally end her lectures and walk out hoping to once again see the handsome stranger. Everyday she waited exactly 20 minutes to come out hoping to see him at the same time as before, even if it was just a glimpse, but she never did leaving her disappointment as she walked to her car, only to dream about him every night after that. Unaware that the handsome stranger was just biding his time. He needed to be smart about this. He had to gain her trust, and she'd come willingly only making it easier for him to get the job done. He had dreamed about her every night since then, dreams of her calling him a monster and a freak and would wake him up leaving him in a cold sweat. Waking up in the middle of the night without being able to sleep the remainder of the time had started to take its tolls on him but he refused to lose sight of the plan. Why the bloody hell should he care what some little girl has to say about him? He never did answer that question. Maria exited the building four afternoons later in a hurry, she wanted to do the ritual and wait her extra time but she was having a really bad day, and further disappointment was only going to make her angrier. Her clumsy behavior mixed in with her hurried pace got to her again when she tripped over the leg of a bench as she almost reached her car. As she started falling forward, she closed her eyes and braced herself for impact when she felt two strong arms wrap around her. She looked up, her face probably red as a tomato and met the pair of green eyes she had been hoping for all week.

"Erik."

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