Third Person p.o.v.

Steve Rogers watched as Tony Stark put a blanket over the young girl. There was care expressed in his features, softened eyes and a calm countenance. There was something between the two of them, but he couldn't tell what. Not yet at least.

"So," Steve began, glancing in between the two. "Are you going to explain what's going on? For real this time."

Tony swallowed a gulp of his drink, the amber liquid disappearing down his throat. He watched Amelia sleep. Her breaths were coming out steadily but in short huffs, as if she were trying to take in enough air each time. There was fear in his eyes. This was something that Steve did not miss. However, it confused him greatly. Why was this man, a multi-billionaire who has faced terrorists and aliens, afraid of a teenage girl?

Tony rested his glass against his knee. "She's a mechanic."

Steve waited for him to continue, knowing full well that he would.

"SHIELD sent her to me, because of her work on advancing repulsor technology, which she built in a garage." Stark explained. "We met, like, four weeks ago. Lyle Jacobson is someone she had problems with when she was younger. He wanted to some weird shit with her brain, which is highly progressive for her age."

"Why is Jacobson on the loose?" Steve asked.

"Beats me. He's very good at disappearing." Tony shrugged.

"And he's still following her movements?"

Tony watched her shift in her sleep. "It appears so."

"What are you going to do?" Steve looked uncomfortable. There was very little he could do to help, but he would do his best, if Stark asked for his help.

"I don't know. If she can't find him, there's no way that I could." Tony sighed, leaning back and closing his eyes.

Steve, meanwhile, stared back at his form in confusion. How could a girl so young have more tracking skills than Tony Stark, a man who had made millions through technology and weapons manufacturing. It didn't make sense.

"Anything else?" Steve asked.

Tony wearily opened his eyes, "No?"

"That's not an answer." Steve muttered and looked out the window. The two didn't speak for the remainder of the flight to D.C. When they got there, Steve left, leaving the odd pair behind. He still felt like he was missing something though. Maybe he would have Natasha look into it.

Amelia's p.o.v.

"Kid. Wake up. Come on, kid." Someone said as they rubbed my shoulder awkwardly.

I processed the voice again and peeked my eyes open, squinting at the light. Yep, it was Stark. And he looked very uncomfortable. I rolled my eyes wearily and shifted on the couch into a sitting position. I could sleep practically anywhere. I wish that was a recognizable talent.

"We're landing in a few minutes." Stark cleared his throat. He settled back into his own seat. I should probably mention that he didn't look at me for the remainder of our flight.

Was that normal? I hated to think it, but he had ignored my presence for seventeen years. It was going to take time for him to get used to me, right? Or…maybe I had done something? Gosh, this wasn't easy. It was like trying to communicate with a baby. No matter how much you look at them, they have no idea. He was supposed to be my parent. My Dad.

I still couldn't bring myself to call him that. Was that normal?

Ever since I had met Tony Stark all I could think of was questions. That was a problem. With a hyperactive mind like mine, I could do some serious damage while trying to get answers. I just needed a distraction. Like a job. That's it. I would look for a car shop opening as soon as we got back to Stark's house.

Pepper was waiting for us when we got to the house. She gave Stark a light hug, and I could visibly see how he relaxed around her. It was nice that he had someone like that. I decided to leave the two alone. I would just get in the way. Besides, moving into my room sounded much more interesting. I set up all of my computer monitors on my desk. It was my own mini-lab, no where near the size of Stark's, but it was mine, and that was important.

The vastness of Stark's wealth was nerve wracking. I was coming from a place where I had to work for my money. If I wanted anything, I had to go out and get it myself. I'm pretty sure if Stark wanted something, it would magically appear in his hands.

Okay, so maybe I was exaggerating. I was getting off the point anyway though. Right now, two things were top priority: 1. Track down Lyle. 2. Find a job. Simple enough.

Once all of my hardware had been unpacked and connected, I got to work. I hacked into Stark's security cameras around his house so that I could monitor them myself. Then I got onto the cameras at all of the airports within a 50-mile radius. If Lyle came through an airport, I would have a better chance of knowing about it. If he had driven all the way here, finding him would be trickier.

Something Agent Coulson had mentioned the first time we met had been bothering me for a while. He had a folder with my name on it, after all. Technically I wasn't hacking into SHIELD. They already had something with my name on it. That was going to be my story when I got caught.

I knew it would only be a matter of time as to when they would catch me. SHEILD was one of the biggest agencies in the world with some of the top analysts. I would get in, grab what I needed, and then wait for the day that Coulson showed up on Stark's doorstep.

I decided that the best way to buy my time was to cause a discrepancy in another system level to distract them for a few minutes. I broke through some firewalls, replaced some code here and there, and then moved on. When I searched for my file, however, it came up as 'MISSING'. That was odd. I looked further. The last known person to access my file was—shit.

Was I reading properly? Yep. Two words. Natasha Romanoff. I was one of the few people outside of SHIELD who knew who she was. The Black Widow. If she was looking into my background, well, let's just say that I wouldn't be a mystery anymore. In fact, she would know everything. Especially the fact that I'm Stark's daughter. I swallowed hard. I wasn't ready for everyone to know that yet.

Would Romanoff out me to the rest of my dad's superhero boyband?

Wait, dad. I just thought of him like that. Am I slipping up or something? It was just a slip of the tongue, I tried to convince myself.

A knock at my door jolted me upright. I clicked a few buttons to put my computers to sleep as I said, "It's open."

Stark peeked into my room, eyeing the fact that the only unpacked items were my electronic devices. "Just the computers?"

I shrugged as a reply.

"Are you hungry?" Stark asked. After a moment, he added, "Pepper wants to know."

I rolled my eyes and got up. "Do we have real food in the house?"

"Not really. We can order something." He started to lead me through the hallway. "Can't really leave right now."

"Why not?" I asked. It was a weird thing to say, after all.

"There are a bunch of reporters out there and I'm sure they're not above following you wherever you go." Stark was entering the kitchen as I looked through the front window shades to see all of the spectators.

"Am I on house arrest?" I called out.

Pepper poked her head out from the kitchen. "Why would you say that?"

I sighed internally before responding, "Never mind. It was a joke."

I came into the kitchen to join the two adults. They were discussing what food we should order. I kind of zoned them out. I would just end up agreeing with whatever they came up with. I wasn't a picky eater. Delicious or disgusting, I could stomach both.

"Fast food chains don't deliver, Tony." I heard Pepper argue.

"I'll make them deliver." Stark countered. Could they honestly hear themselves? They sounded like they were ten.

"Chinese food it is." Pepper decided. "Write down what you two want and I'll order."

We did as we were told. It wasn't worth fighting over any longer, apparently. A good forty-five minutes later, we were still waiting. Some things never change.

Finally, the doorbell rang. Stark jumped up to get it and Pepper and I sighed in relief. I was hungry now. I got water for the three of us. We were going to sit down and have a family dinner—

Woah. Family?! We weren't family!

Where was Stark? He was taking too long. How long does it normally take to pay for Chinese food?

Pepper was getting tired of waiting too. She called out, "Tony?"

Not a moment later he walked in with an annoyed look. A second passed and in came Natasha Romanoff. I nearly dropped my water glass. I didn't need this right now. I sank into a chair and kept my eyes on the table. I could feel her gaze on me. I shivered.

"Can you reiterate why you're intruding in my home?" Stark asked.

"Cool it, Stark." She said. "Be happy I used the door."

He rolled his eyes. "There are too many women in this house."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Pepper made a face.

"Nothing. Romanoff, why are you here?"

Natasha welcomed herself to a chair across from me. I didn't look up. If I did, we would meet eyes and I wouldn't be able to look away. That would open another door of possibilities that I did not want to get into.

"Steve mentioned that you were acting strange around…her." She looked to me. I couldn't help myself. I glanced up and held her eyes. She continued, "Amelia, was it?"

"Nice to meet you." I said clearly. Romanoff smiled.

"I got your file from SHIELD." She was now speaking solely to me. "But I think you already knew that. Can you answer one question?"

I looked to Stark, already guessing what she wanted me to confirm. "As long as he promises that no one else in his superhero boyband will show up here."

Yeah, real smooth right? I saw all of the adults cringe at my personal name for the avengers. Without waiting for anyone to reply, I said, "The answer is yes."

Romanoff's eyes didn't leave Stark's face now. "Why didn't you tell the team?"

Stark glared. "That doesn't matter. The real question is: are you going to tell the team?"

"Can you guys stop calling it a team?" I asked honestly. "It sounds like you guys get together on the weekends to play soccer or something."

I was ignored. Huh. Adults are good at that. Maybe it was just this group though. I still held out some hope for Pepper.

"It isn't something that I should tell. That's your business." Romanoff came to the conclusion after a moment's pause.

"Funny how that didn't stop you from getting involved." Stark huffed. The doorbell rang. It must have been the Chinese food at long last.

"I'll get it," I muttered. Stark stealthily handed me money as I passed him. I was happy to be out of that room. You could the cut the tension in the air with a knife. I got the food and sat down in the living room. No way was I going back in. I ate my food. It was well worth the wait, for once.

Yeesh. Two avengers in one day. It was kind of mean to say, but it was exhausting being around them. I didn't know how Stark managed it. Anyway, I had dodged a bullet today. My secret was still safe.

Sort of.