Harry wasn't totally sure that a measly little press conference required the avengers on the security team. None the less, they were all there. Captain America at the side of the platform, Hawkeye in the rafters above, black widow surreptitiously mingling with the crowd, Thor watching the outside of the building and the Hulk - in human form - giving her dad some moral support next to them in a back room.

She didn't know it was just wishful thinking but there did appear to be a mutual affection between the two men. It would be sweet if they did get together, she didn't know Bruce's backstory but her dad hadn't had happiness of his own for a while. It kind of felt like he'd given up hope on relationships after he and Pepper had split. She desperately wants him to be happy.

Tony said something quietly to Bruce and grasped his forearm briefly before making his way over to her. (She couldn't help but make a note of Bruce's blush).

"Are you really sure you want to do this?" His earnest expression makes her feel a bit guilty for wanting to smack him for asking that question a fifth time within half an hour.

She sighed through her nose and prayed for patience. "Yes Tony, now has the A - team given us the all clear?"

He nodded and they headed towards the platform. She wasn't stupid, she knew this had the potential to get ugly but it was the right time. Besides, she was confident in herself - she had spent enough time around Pepper Potts growing up that she knew how to dress for any occasion and today her outfit was on point. Cream shirt with a collar to hide the worst of the scarring on her neck, tucked into a loose, iron-man red skirt that hit just below her knees. She was hoping that people wouldn't be paying enough attention to her legs to remark on her scars. Her heels were just a little inappropriate, gold, a-little-bit-too-high heeled ankle boots that were a gift from her dad.

The point was, she had calculated everything and planned accordingly. This would be fine.

She hoped.

Clint was impressed. Tony was talking on the stage but, unusually around the billionaire, a lot of attention in the room was focussed on Harry. And she bore up under it well, only looking unsure when she stepped onto the platform but gaining confidence almost immediately.

There was a hush as Tony introduced Harriet, then all of a sudden everyone was gesturing and demanding answers. Tony pointed out one reporter at random.

"Are you sure she's your daughter? She couldn't be lying to you?"

Tony pulled a face. "Well I was there when she came out of her mother so if she's lying she's really playing the long game."

Harry snorted with laughter at that, before blushing and covering her mouth. It seemed to break the tension in the room though. After a couple more questions to Father-Tony-Stark, Harry got her first question.

"So, Miss Stark, what is it like being the daughter of iron man?"

Harry smiled and spoke up confidently. "I imagine it's a lot like having a father in the armed services or the police. When he's at home everything's normal and when he's at work I have to pretend that he couldn't possibly die while he's out and put the dinner in the oven, assuming he'll be home."

"And that doesn't bother you?" The same voice spoke up again.

"Obviously I don't want him to be hurt." Harry rolled her eyes. "But my dad is smart, strong and is doing something that he thinks is important. That's enough."

She laughed, and continued in an aside to Tony. "I was just about to make a joke about how if you die I'll finally get my hands on the plan for the jetpak you don't want me to build. Figured that might be inappropriate though."

There were some scattered laughs through the audience as Tony replied. "Kid, those plans will be deleted in the event of my death. You're not getting a jetpak."

There were a lot more questions and for each one Clint could see Harry manipulate the answer to show her dad in the best light - to make him more human and less billionaire playboy to the audience. He was glad that Tasha was keeping an eye on things from the ground because he was just a bit too enthralled by the performance to properly monitor threats.

Tasha was also enjoying the spectacle, though paying it slightly less attention than Clint was. She wondered if Harriet had ever considered espionage. The skill she had in manipulating the audience was impressive - from her outfit through to her answers. She was playing the bratty teenager, not obviously, but the way she dressed - smart clothes and overly fancy heels - suggested someone who was told she had to dress smartly and was rebelling. The iron man colours strengthened the link to her father but standing some small distance away from him independently onstage suggested her own decisions. On top of that she was jokingly answering questions to get her father to reprimand her. Combined this painted the picture of a strict but attentive father.

It was very well done. Tasha would have to congratulate her later.