Author's Note: Hi, all of you have had made it to chapter eleven! For those of you who started earlier in this story's production I just wanted to let you know that I changed the amount of time Ameline's been missing from one year to one month. Also, I started using horizontal lines instead of asterisks because for some reason the asterisks weren't saving into the story. Thank you all for reading my story, your support is seriously appreciated.


TONY

Clint and Tasha were breathless when they ran into his room. He had just finished getting dressed and was ready to leave for Avengers Tower.

"Hey." He said, "What's up?"

"Steve's missing." Natasha said.

"We're wondering if you could trace the phone call he got before he left for Paris.

"Isn't Elisabeth in Paris?" Tony asked.

"Yes, but she left a message for Steve right before he left and she kind of sounds desperate."

"Well, I might be able to, but I don't know." Tony said, "I'll have to take it back to Avengers Tower and check it out in my lab with Banner."

"Great, you pulled me over here for absolutely nothing." Clint accused Tasha.

"Right. It's all my fault." Tasha snapped, but her whole face had turned red.

"Guys. Chill. You two can help me with Aspen."

Aspen was fast asleep, but when the three Avengers entered her room she was already being woken up by another agent.

"Hey, SO." Oath said cheerfully. Tasha nodded to Oath.

"SO? I should have guessed." Tony said.

"Alright. Lets get you two back to the tower, and settled in. We need to find Steve and Ella ASAP."


He stood there examining his large living room and extravagant rooms.

"Just the way I left them." He smiled. Aspen was rubbing her eyes sleepily and staring around the apartment.

"Is dis where we ah gonna wive, Daddy?"

"Yes, my dear, it is. This used to be mommy and Daddy's home before you were born."

"It was?"

"Yeah! And now you're gonna get the best view of New York ever!"

"Can I see?" Tony lifted Aspen into his arms and carried her to her giant room with huge windows staring out over the vast expanse of New York City. "Wow! It's so big, Daddy, it wooks wike the ocean!"

"It does, doesn't it?" Tony set his daughter on her bed, and she lay down, her thick blankets puffing up all around her.

"I wuve it heah alweady, Daddy. What else is heah?"

"Well... My friends all live here. And my friend, your Uncle Thor, he has two daughters- Maddie and Maggie. They're about your age."

"I'll make new fwiends!" Aspen cried. "Dis is the best day evah!" Then she paused and looked sad. "I just..."

"What, honey? What's wrong?"

"I just wish Mommy was heah with us too." Tony pulled his daughter into a deep embrace and kissed the top of her blond curls.

"Oh, sweetheart, I do too." He whispered, with tears in his eyes.


"So... what do you think?" Tony asked Banner.

"What do I think?" Banner mumbled. "I think the call came from somewhere in Paris."

"Well, duh." Tony groaned.

"And I think it was sent by Elisabeth Bernard."

"Sweet guess, bro."

"And I think it was sent to Steve."

"Genius."

"And I also think that whoever has kidnapped Elisabeth and her sister wants to target us."

"Amazi- What?"

"I think that whoever is kidnapping Elisabeth and her sister wants to target us."

"Why do you think that?" Tony raised an eyebrow waiting for a genius explanation.

"Because, why would he kidnap both of them?"

"He likes French babes?"

"Her sister is six, idiot, also why do you keep referring to the kidnapper as a he? It could be a she?" Natasha asked.

"She likes French babes?" Tony asked.

"Grow up, Tony." Clint moaned.

"You grow up!"

"Both of you, shut it, and hear me out." Banner snapped. He sighed, ran his fingers through his hair, and continued, "Somehow this person knew Steve would come looking for Elisabeth, and that we would come looking for Steve."

"Hold on. It's longer than that. Somehow they knew that Elisabeth would come looking for her sister, and in turn Steve would come looking for her."

"Right."

"That's a long string to follow. What happens if one of them doesn't look?"

"Then too bad so sad."

"Are you saying we shouldn't look?" Clint asked.

"No. Steve's already gotten the Avengers involved. We're going to have to look."

"But we don't know for sure that this is what's happening." Natasha said. "I mean, think about it logically, who would be that foolish to assume all these things are going to happen?"

"An Asgardian." Tony said.

"A scientist." Bruce smiled.

"A maniac?" Clint frowned.

"Well, I guess it could be any one of those things, but what I'm saying is... it's stupid. And this is stupid. Ella is probably fine, and Steve is just probably having a jolly good time in Paris. Ohhhhh my god I never using that word again."

"Well! I have a solution for you all!" It was Thor.

"And what's that, Mr. Foster?" Clint asked sarcastically.

"Why do we not just call Steve?"

"Oh my god!" Natasha began howling with laughter. Bruce and Tony's faces fell. Clint glared. "You boys are idiots!"

"Whatever, Mrs. Smart-ass. Just call him." Clint grumbled.