Hi, this is the second chapter of my very first fan-fiction, If you do, however find it interesting, please R&R. Constructive criticism is welcomed..

(Tony Stark's point of view from third person)

"Hey Friday, could you tell Pepper I just went outside to see what's going on?" Asked Tony

"Yes sir, but.." Said the A.I, interrupted by Tony

"Thanks!" He said, walking out the door

"I think you should put on your iron man armor if there is something unusual going on." The A.I continued to speak, even though the billionaire had already left.

As he walked outside, he saw the back of a girl. Shoulder length black hair, a large backpack on her shoulders, and jeans with a coat. he heard a voice yell:

"Open Fire!"

At that moment, a large metallic wall sprouted up. It wasn't really like a wall at all, more like a solid metal wave. The girl started to run, and Tony tried to catch up with her. He stopped running when he realized that she was nowhere to be found. He wondered if he should call the iron man suit on him, or just try to walk home without being questioned. Both were unreasonable. He decided that he would find that girl. Not in a creepy way, he thought, but more in a i-hope-you-are-safe kind of way.

Back at the tower, Pepper was questioning him, as usual, Tony provided somewhat of an explanation, but was more absorbed in his ideas of: 'how-to-do whatever-it-was-he-was-going-to-do trance' , as Pepper put it

"So how are you going to do this, and what if she wants nothing of you? How do you know that they were trying to kill you? They could have wanted to kill her!"

"As soon as I went out they yelled "Open Fire!" Coincidence? I think not." Replied Tony; coolly. He started to wonder if this was really all worth it, whatever the price was. Or the reward. Well, usually people who are almost shot to death aren't having the time of their lives.

Pepper, used to his half-answers, replied "Alrighty, i'll let you do your thing, but next time, try to save your own life."

"Fine" he said, with a smile. Pepper Kissed him then walked out of the room.

- Anna's P.O.V From third person-

She took her seat on the plane, knowing that her uncle was up to no good. She didn't manage to find out what country they were going to, because her uncle didn't tell her, didn't manage to see on the bored of flights, the stress got to her. She probably looked like a mess. She remembered that the intercom would tell all the passengers which country they were going to. She listed very carefully, as the intercom went on.

"Please enjoy your flight to Sokovia." The intercom announced. She had taken her seat and twitched nervously.

Sokovia? As in the war torn country? Why was he doing work there, and out of all things, experimental things in Sokovia seemed out of reach.

-Tony's P.O.V-

It was now 11:28 and Tony had only found a little information about the girl. He hacked into medical records when he couldn't find anything else. He eliminated the possibility that she was some kind of super soldier, He didn't find anything about the new or in the government about people who could create things from their bare hands. Well, Peter was a different story. He knew she wasn't some extraterrestrial being, well because she did not look one, with brown skin and black hair. She didn't dress like anyone from Asgard either. Speaking of Asgard, where the hell were Bruce and Thor? He started thinking about when Loki attacked, and Ultron, about the destruction they had caused. He lost his train of thought for a few minutes when his cell phone rang. It was Natasha. He thought about Steve Rogers, and Nat. They used to help hunt down HYDRA. Nat still did, however, with Steve or Captain America on the run somewhere, it was a little bit harder for the assassin. He answer the phone

"What the hell is it this time?" Asked Tony, frustrated that he couldn't find much explanation as to what happened that day.

"And hi to you too," answered Nat. "Anyways, I found some information you might just like".

"I could take anything at this point,hit me" Said the inventor

"Alright, There's a kid, 13 years old, her name is Anna Coltons and she is being held hostage somewhere in Sokovia by HYDRA . They plan to do some "testing" to her and try to replicate their findings with other people. She has an anomaly in her arm causing her to be able to create solid objects with her fingertips"

"I'll take that! Do you know how long she's been held hostage?"

"Since around maybe 10:00 pm,"

"How do you figure out these things Nat?" Asked Tony.

"I just do. Anyways I gotta go."

"Wait, would you be up for another mission?"

"It depends." She hung up the phone with that awnseur

Tony was going to find that girl. with a little help with the Iron man suit and a few of the Avengers. Maybe for that last part, he thought he not sure if they would be up to the seemingly useless task. When he did he become so caring?

-Anna's P.O.V-

Were days long or short? How come something can go to seemingly alright to absolutely awful in less than a day? When she reached Sokovia, she was extremely tired. She had been on a plane since 9:30 in the morning, which was very early to be up for a surprise flight. Her uncle was leaving again that day, so he probably just got another last minute ticket for Anna. For all the 10 hours she didn't sleep. Sokovia was 6 hours early compared to America. She had arrived around 8:00 pm in America and they drove for around an hour and a half. She slept for most of the drive but it wasn't enough. When she had arrived at the place, it was 4:36 am in Sokovian time. She absolutely hated this place, and all suspicions that her uncle was working legally were destroyed. What kind of company welcomes their guest with shackles, anyways.

The thick, blood-stopping connected metal bands around her hands and legs didn't feel right. They were tight and now she could barley feel her hands, and much less move her arms. The cell which she was sitting in for at least a couple hours was cold, but that was the least of her concerns. Her uncle was behind this, and that hurt more that the pinching things attached to her innocent wrists did.

The door to the cell opened, and two men speaking a different language came in the room they grabbed her shoulders and looked her bruises she had gotten from trying to fight back the people who worked there when she had first arrived. Probably not the best thing to do. A gun pointed to the back of her head was unnecessary. For an base in the middle of nowhere, there was sure some high security on this place. She walked along with the men, and a few minutes later, after taking in the dark and gloomy place, There was a metal table. They pushed her on, and a deep dark syringe of liquid she could not identify poked into her body. It hurt, a lot. A lot more than the shots against diseases. It went for like that about what seemed and hour then, she was forced to run around the base in a secured perimeter. It was exhausting, as after all the injections they had given her, every push felt like a punch and every poke felt like a deep pain running trough her veins. Her pain tolerance was really low. The torture went like that for about 2 days, not that she could keep track, so it could have been a week.

She knew life was going to be rough when her uncle only adopted her. She always wished her siblings were in a better place than she was, expessically now.