The first few days were such a blur. Janie wondered if she needed glasses or a tranquilizer. Maybe a guidebook. Or a guide dog.

She was physically afraid.

I couldn't say when I fell asleep but when I woke up I was in a completely purple room with a high ceiling

I saw myself looking at plasma T.V. and a new IMac on a computer desk. Everything was painted lavender (my favorite color). Tony did everything to make sure I was well taken care of and well out of my comfort zone. I went from a small Georgia town to Malibu, California. Big change. I walked to the purple door closet and looked: it was full of expensive and new looking clothes.

I decided to focus on that later and walked out to the living room.

The place was big, designer, and empty. There was a small piano on a raised part of the house and a big screen TV. The walls were painted white and there was designer furniture everywhere. The room had a large window overlooking the shore.

I remembered the last time I saw a house like this I was seven and we were going through the country and we stopped at this big house that having a show in it. I suddenly found myself having the same feelings. I was out of place and wanted my teddy bear.

My eyes were drawn to the stairs across the way.

The little voice in my told me not to go but the curious side got the best and walked down them. It was just a glass wall but there was stuff on the other side.

It was a workshop. There were cars, at least ten of them and a familiar suit in it,

(Ms. Stark) a disembodied voice said, I jumped at the sound (you really should ask you father how to work the system)

"W-w-who's there?" I asked looking around wildly

(Jarvis) it said (I run the house, I'm a computer) it said with a hint of amusement

"Ok" I replied startled

(It seems I'll have to open the door)I didn't like the sound of its tone. The glass slid open. I looked around at shiny pretty baby cars. I think I counted fifteen in all.

I walked in towards the suit. It was a lot bigger then Tony and was a lot scarier than it was on T.V. It was the suit that saved hundreds. It shined gold and red that kind of hurt my eye. The empty eyes looked at me. I audibly gulped. It just seemed to look into my soul somehow judging if I was ever able to wear it.

Somewhere, a memory came to my head.

She was little and she was in some sort of garage. She cried as a red and gold thing landed. She was so scared she hid under a table.

"Mr. Stark" a voice called

"What!" he yelled. He was mad and I think he was mad at her

"You may want to know that Ms. Stark is currently cowering under the central work area," he said in matter-a-factly way. He looked to the left and saw me under the table.

He smiled and went over to me holding out his arms "Come here sweetie" I ran to his arms and started to cry.

"It's ok" he whispered. "Its ok." he held me close and I fell asleep to the sound of a heartbeat and a bright light in my eye.

"Does god hate me?" I wondered aloud

(I don't think so) the computer answered

"Could have fooled me" I sighed. I heard rustling from upstairs.

(Your father is awake) the computer chimed in

"Jarvis!" a boom came from upstairs. I flinched at the volume.

(Yes sir?) The voice called. I could hear Tony stomping down the stairs

"I need you to track down any sighting of Glory Stark" I could hear panic in the voice

(Ms. Stark is currently down in the garage sir)

"What?" Tony was at the glass door. He stared in at me. I felt like a kid whose hand had been caught in a cookie jar.

Or a deer in the path of headlights.

Tony's POV

I had expected it. Everybody was going to be curious about the suit or maybe she had just wandered down here?

"Hi" I said.

"Hey" she spoke quietly; I was surprised she spoke at all.

I sighed and walked over to her "well i see you've been exploring" I offered. It was all I could think of. I was nervous as… well… anything right now, where is a book on reuniting with your long-lost daughter?

She was silent "Ok so you want breakfast?" I asked hopefully. I got a nod "Good, Jarvis I'll have my usual and Glory will have…"

"Apple cinnamon oatmeal" she squeaks out. At least it was a start.

Glorianna's POV

"Well I see you've been exploring?" he offered. Most kids would die at the thought of going for Tony Stark only a few feet away. My parents didn't encourage hero worship but they liked Ironman and I guess I did too.

"Ok so you want breakfast?' he asked, he almost looked hopeful. Maybe he was scared? No he was Ironman. I nodded my head slowly and his smile got bigger.

"Good" he said "Jarvis I'll have my usual and glory will have…" I let my voice trail off waiting for her answer.

"Apple cinnamon oatmeal." She practically whispered. She was nervous, good we matched.

A couple minutes later we were both at the table slowly eating our breakfast in silence. The social worker told me to except this that she needed time to add just to everything.

"So Glory" I started "how was your sleep?"

She pushed her oatmeal around for a minute "I didn't have a dream"

I nodded "that can be good" why was tis so hard? This was my little girl it should be easy. I wanted to blame the Bentons but it wasn't their fault. It was their fault it was their daughters.

Glory was still pushing around her oatmeal when I looked back up.

"You know it taste better if you eat it" her head lifted to show me a blank look "okay"

This was going nowhere.

"Where's Pepper?" she asked

"Upstairs, didn't get much sleep last night" truth be told no one did.

"How did you find me?"

My gaze lifted from my bowl to her. It was a good question but I had really found her on luck.

"You came to me" her brow scrunched up in confusion "You came to address on public school safety I was giving in Miami. I saw you there and I just knew it you so I had you followed and got a sample of your DNA then compared it to mine. We were a match."

'So that's how' Glory went back to oatmeal. She didn't like that he had followed her around; he had just believed she was his daughter. Vaguely she wondered what her real father would have said.

"So what would you like to do today?"

Glory just stared "what do you usually do when your home?"

"Work on my cars" he said without missing a beat.

'They did seem pretty nice can't believe he takes care of them himself"

"Can you show me them?" he smiled.

Life at 6:00 am for me was nonexistent. I hated mornings always had and always will. My mother assumed I would grow out of it when I got older but this time she happens to be dead wrong.

So in a very ungoddess like way: I fell out of bed

"Ahhh" i hit the floor hard. 'That's a nice welcome back' io thought picking myself up. I sauntered out my door and down stairs. My "family" was going through there usual day with out really noticing the new comer. well until my step-sister screeched.

I didn't take notice and proceeded to the kitchen. I barely made out the large figure of the fridge and the milk inside.

"Sweetie, you know you're not wearing any clothes right?" my mom asked. I cocked my head at her and looked down. I realized i only had on underwear, and a small tank.

"And you know you're step father and sister is watching?" I looked up to see my petite blond step sister Angie and my step-father Donald Blake staring wide eyed at me.

"Yep" I said going back to my milk. As much as I love my mom I wasn't crazy about Don. Nice guy but that daughter of his was a kill joy. Like Mulder to my Dean.

"Tramp" I heard her whisper as I walked by. Well right now she had a point so i would let it slide.

"See you people in a min" I called walking down the hall to my room. Mom had moved to Malibu after marrying Don 5 years ago. That's when it all went wrong for me.

My closet was the same one from the old house; Cedar, medium, and pretty. My clothes had changed though. Along with jeans and T-shirts I now had casual Asgardian wear and little Gucci dresses from some of my friends. Originally they were a joke but I found they were really comfy when worn right.

"Janie, we need to leave in 5, are you ready?' Don's voice floated through my door. Once again nice guy.

"Yeah got it!" I yelled back. I pulled a blue dress and paired it with a pair of silver heels. My hair and makeup took care of its self the best magic could do.

"Okay let's go" I said stepping out to the living room.

I think Angie nearly bust a gut! My mother just stared and Don slowly turned away.

They had never seen me in a dress; they had never seen me girly. Who knew Asgard could do that to you?

"We going?" I smirked.

"So mall on first day back really?"

I was ignored as my mother was still trying to talk Don into a grill and Angie was looking into a mirror on the makeup counter. I tapped my mother.

"i'm going to Macy's, be back in a minute"

"kay sweetie" she gave me a peck on the cheek.

I ddin't need anymore clothes but might as well look. So far i found a really cute pair of Jeans and some nice shirts. There wasn't a great selection. Then my phone rang.

It was a text from Franklin Richards: Hey! Welcome back scary chicky! we missed U like china misses the cabinet (got that from Vyron) ! BTW check out the news, look up Ironman daughter. Yur gonna FREAK!

"what i little freak" I chuckled "Okay" I said looking at the nearest T.V. and what to my wondering eyes should appear.

"And the still developing story of the returned Glorianna Stark is being closely monitored by all around the world and now here's Jack with the weather"

Glorianna, aka the missing Avenger Child. I wondered when she would show up.