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Avengers Mansion, Manhattan, 7 hours after the crash, 2100 hours.

The first thing Maryah heard when she woke up, was beeping. She hated beeping, especially annoying beeping like this. It sounded like a heart monoter, for a rythme racked the beeping noise. It was constant, not even wavering as she tried to open her heavy eyes. Her black, curly hair was disheveled from the crash, and her tan skin was paler than the usual. According to the doctors, she should be dead. But she wasn't, because of a very special machine.

"Ow." she muttered, finally managing to open her eyes. Her hand heavily ran over her chest, trying to identify the rather bright glowing coming from her midsection. Fingers lazily graced over a metal desing, cold and smooth under her fingertips. She decided she'd figure out the mystery that was her glowing chest later, for the door in front of her opened, and appeared her mother. "Hi, mom."

"You're awake!" screamed Pepper, who ran over to her daughter. The attire had changed from what she was wearing. Instead of a red, mid-knee dress with black three-inch heels, she was now wearing a gray sweatshirt with a large 'A', jeans, and gray sneakers. "I thought I'd lost you, honey!"

Maryah laughed half-heartedly, shaking her head as she did. "I'm like a cat, I've got nine lives. What was that, number six?" Maryah's blue eyes examined the room, taking in it's full features...and how much space it took up. "How come this room looks almost one thousand square feet? That's almost as big as my apartment."

"That's good, Maryah, you can do math. You're definetly your father's daughter." said a another voice. It was weathered and held a slight creepy/cool sound to it. An African American man with a sewn in eye-patch came into view, dress in all black. "You've been asleep for a while. My name is Nick Fury, I opperate SHIELD."

She moved her head to the side to get a better view of him, only to realize another three people were there. One, the only woman, had fire red hair that was short and curly. She was, also, dress in all black, it was a catsuit. A man besides her stood more close than the other man, and he had blonde hair, cut in a 40's fashion. He was tall and muscular, and wore jeans and a button up. Beside him was the third, a man with curly black hair and brown/green eyes stood next to him. He was wearing an AC/DC tee and jeans. She recognized him immediatly as Tony Stark.

"I'm in the Avengers Mansion, aren't I?" she asked, shocking even Nick Fury. Her eyebro raised in a familiar fashion, questioning the man with a innocent looking curious nature. "Oh, don't look surprised. I've hacked into the goverment's mainframe too many times to not linger towards the 'Avenger's project'."

Nick Fury laughed slightly, a smile showing on the hardened face. "I see, you're more informed than we thought you were. And here I thought I was going to have to explain everything to you."

"She doesn't know everything and doesn't have to. She's sixteen for godsake!" snapped Pepper, who looked like she was about to kill someone. Her usual soft blue eyes were on alert now, ever since the group of four walked in.

"If she's going to help us, then yes, she does." replied Nick calmly, his eye playing with a weird type of humor. "And I personally think keeping this secret away from her wasn't the best idea, Ms. Potts."

The blonde male, named Steve Rogers, bravely walked closer. He went directly next to Nick Fury. "Pepper, come on. You basically fell off the face of the earth for sixteen years. I'm guessing this 'secret' is who her father is, and I think she deserves the right to know."

"I don't really give a damn what you think, Captain. I hid it for her sake! Her sanity!" growled Pepper, now standing in somewhat of a defensice stance.

Then the red haired woman in the catsuit stepped forward. "Pepper, please just tell her the truth-"

"I'm not saying anythign!"

"But Pepper-"

"No!"

"Pepper!"

"No!"

"Damnit! SHUT UP!" screamed Maryah, her hands frantically going to her head. "I have a blasted fucking headache, and I might be sixteen, but I damn well deserve to know who my father is! Someone please just tell me he's intellegent and it explains my rather vast knowledge! Then I'll go back to sleep so you all can continue your obviously annoying stupid arguement! God! Didn't know it had to be drama concering an underground base of superheros!"

Her outburst was helpful, not helpful, and familiar. It reminded Nick Fury of the man that actually was her father, and he was being unusually silent for the time being. It was a good thing, too, because he probably would've made the situation much...much more complicated.

"Honey...are-are you sure?" asked Pepper, her long, red hair falling into her face ever so slightly.

"Yes, I'm sure. I've been sure for about eleven years. Now would someone-" she was interuppted in another almost ramapge by another voice.

Tony Stark, deciding now was the greatest time to speak up, did. "I'm your father."

Everything, then, went black.