Hello Everybody, it's been a while since I've updated. Nothing like life and college to interrupt writing : ) I'm still hashing out the next chapter so it might be a little bit before I put it up but I wanted you guys to have this one.

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Ivy had watched in horror as her dad free fell and now looked on in despair as the Hulk, Captain America and Thor tried their best to make him start breathing again.

Ivy knew in her heart that the phone call was the last time she would hear her dad talk to her, that today was the last day she would get a kiss in the morning or hug whenever she wanted. That last night was going to be the final time she got to see him right before bed. She'll never have the milk he made her again and he'll never be there to greet her after she gets home from school. He'll never be there for when she graduates from her last classes and finishes the apprenticeship with Nurse Jenny. He won't see her start muggle college to get her degree in medicine or teaching. He wouldn't be there for a lot of her milestones and that broke her heart even more.

She understood that she would be in the great hands of Mr. Rhodey and Ms. Pepper but they wouldn't fill in for her dad. Even Blaise and his mom, Candace, wouldn't compare.

Ivy felt herself go cold and she knew if she wasn't already sitting that she would have been on the ground from shock. She felt like she was going to throw up or pass out when Captain America confirmed that there wasn't a heartbeat.

She didn't even feel her tears until Agent Hill gently set a box of tissues in front of her. Ivy ignored the box and buried her head into her arms, letting the hoodie soak the tears up. She couldn't hear anything over the roaring in her ears and her heartbeat, which was going a mile a minute.

Ivy didn't know how long she sat there for, all she knew that it felt like forever before she heard a series of cracks, not unlike the sound of apparation.

Ivy's head snapped up while everyone on the deck turned with their guns already up. Ivy could only look in disbelief as she stared at the people she never wanted to see again.

There were a total of three gentlemen. In the front was an ancient old man who she knew was Albus Dumbledore, who had a long white bread and bright blue eyes behind thin wire frames. To the left of him was an old man but younger than Dumbledore, Alastair Moody who was missing a leg, with a wooden one in place, and several scars. The one on the right Ivy had never met but knew from pictures, the one who was named her godfather and had been released from prison when she was eight. He had raven shoulder length hair and grey eyes that held the same amount of shadows that her dad's eyes held when he thought she wasn't around.

"Was there something you needed, Lord Dumbledore?" Ivy didn't take her eyes off them to look at the Director. He obviously knew something of the magical world and Dumbledore was a huge part in Europe.

"Nothing you can help me with, Director Fury. We just need Miss. Potter." Dumbledore still sounded the same to Ivy, cold and fake polite.

Ivy felt Agent Hill step closer to her but Moody snapped his wand up and shot a spell at her, making her get out of the way and several gun shots to go off. The bullets came to a stop a couple of feet in front of the wizards. Ivy had ducked under the table she was sitting at.

"Stupid Muggles. You think a gun is going to stop us?" Moody growled to the room at large.

"No, we don't think guns are going to stop you but we know it will detain you," the Director calmly stated. "I'm afraid Lord Dumbledore that I can't let you take Miss Stark. She is under my protection until her guardians get her, who are not you or your companions."

The one on the right took a step forward. "Well, you don't have to worry about that. I can take her since I'm her godfather."

"And you are?" the Director asked.

"Sirius Black."

"You are not my godfather!" Ivy spoke up from her spot on the floor before she stood up.

"Of course I am, Ivy. Your mum and dad named me godfather when you were born." Sirius moved forward, smiling at her.

Ivy stood her ground, she wasn't afraid of him. "My godfather's name is James Rhodes, not someone who doesn't even exist in the muggle world."

Sirius looked angry as he walked a little closer, ignoring Dumbledore's hand which was trying to keep Sirius closer to himself and Moody. "Your father, James Potter, was my best friend and he named me your godfather. Who gives a damn about whether the muggles think I exist or not?"

Ivy gave a small smirk. "Lots of people in the muggle care about me and will know that I'm not with my real godfather. He won't let me go with you without a fight."

Sirius sneered. "What is one muggle going to do to me? We can make any muggle forget about you."

Ivy had just opened her mouth when she noticed Moody's wand arm snap up and shoot a spell at her. Ivy couldn't even get her magic to respond and she didn't know how to defend herself without her wand. She was forced to watch the triumphant faces of the wizards as they shot spells at the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents and the Director getting hit with the worst spell that she had ever seen, the Death Spell.

Ivy shot up and fell off of her bed. She quickly looked around to realize that she was in her room in Malibu, safe and sound with her dad and everyone downstairs. She looked at her clock which read 1:07 a.m. Ivy walked towards her bedroom door; she wanted to make sure her dad was safe and sound. She'd had nightmares ever since the battle against Loki, which was two weeks ago. Every night she would go to bed and have the same bad dream without fail and every night she would seek out her dad. It always happened, even though she felt safe and secure with everyone there.

It was five days ago when the 'Avengers' had come to live with them before the Tower was redone. Five days of living with Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, and Steve Rogers. Thor had left the day after the battle with Loki, and Bruce had come back with them when they left. Ivy knew that when they moved back into the Tower in roughly mid-August that Phil Coulson was going to live with them and look after the Avengers. Ivy was just thankful that Steve and Bruce had been briefed about wizards, witches, and magic. She didn't think everyone would be able to live together if they didn't know about her and what she did every day. They would probably find the person sized fireplace a little out of place also.

It had been an hour after her dad was confirmed alive that Ivy had gotten to see Phil in the hospital. The Director and Agent Hill had taken her to the same hospital that Phil was in to meet up with the Avengers. They were to have a full check up and make sure things were alright. While waiting for them to come to the hospital, Ivy had sat in Phil's room watching over him. Phil was in critical condition and wasn't going to be out of it for a while but they planned on a healthy and full recovery. The Director had personally thanked her for saving Phil and offered her a job when she was done with school, which she said she would think about it. Ivy neglected to tell her father about that and she had no intention of telling him.

But every night the dreams would come, even though she and her dad had tried different things to make them go away. Warmed honey milk, her lavender bear, sleeping in the same room with her dad, even curled up with her dad, the rocking chair, sleeping pills prescribed from Dr. Allison. Ivy knew a sleeping potion would help but she didn't want to take them if she didn't have to. She had read about how addicting they could become.

Ivy knocked on her dad's door before opening it just enough to stick her head in. Not seeing him, she called for Jarvis to see where her dad was.

"He still hasn't come home from when he left with Dr. Banner," Jarvis said.

"Thank you, Jarvis." Ivy walked down to the kitchen, hoping that there was something to eat that was easy to make. She had forgotten that her dad had gone to show Bruce the labs down at Stark Inc. She didn't understand, considering the lab downstairs was better. Apparently her dad had the arc reactor, which was destroyed when she was fourteen, fixed and upgraded. She also didn't understand how someone could look around the labs and still be there even after six hours.

Ivy didn't realize anyone was still up until she bumped into Steve when she walked into the kitchen.

It had taken a day or so for Ivy to warm up to Steve. After all the fighting she saw between her dad and him, she didn't want any part of it. After being home alone with just him she warmed up to him. She found out that he was a really nice guy who was willing to listen and help her with anything she needed. In return she listened to him talk about how different things were from his time period to now. Plus she got to hear stories about her grandfather, from the point of view of a good friend and not from newspapers, Stain, and her dad. It saddens her that her dad never knew that part of his father, that he only knew an absent parent.

"Sorry about that, Steve, I didn't know anyone was still up." Ivy walked towards the fridge to pull out some cran-grape juice and get a cup from the cabinet.

"No, it was my fault. I wasn't watching where I was going," Steve said, pulling out a pan and pot and putting them on the stove. He put water into the pot and turned it on.

Ivy watched as she took a drink out of her cup before shoving the bottle back into the fridge. She kept the fridge door open but also opened the freezer and stood there, debating on what she wanted. She frowned. She didn't really want to make anything, feeling lazy but hungry.

"I'm making some mac and cheese with grilled cheeses. Want some?" Steve offered from his spot in front of the counter, buttering the four pieces of bread in front of him. He already had the water heating up so the noodles could go in.

"Sure, thanks." Ivy moved closer to his spot till she was standing next to him. She noticed that he had two boxes of macaroni and cheese and she went to get another box.

"Thanks." He smiled at her and Ivy felt her heart beat a little faster and her cheeks warm up. "How many grilled cheeses did you want?"

"Two if that's alright?" Steve nodded, while Ivy moved to get the plates and silverware. She set them by the stove.

When the water was at the boiling point Ivy added the three boxes while Steve started to make the grilled cheeses.

After Steve had put the food on their plates, they moved to the living room and turned on the T.V.

"Was there anything you wanted to watch?" Ivy asked, flicking through channels just long enough to read the names of the shows.

"Not really, no." Steve took a bite out of his grilled cheese.

Ivy nodded before settling on a documentary for the United States. It showed the most notable historic times and Ivy thought it would be another good way for Steve to learn more about the decades he missed and the new period he was in now.

Since Steve had gotten there and somehow managed to take out Jarvis by just touching the system, Ivy had taken it upon herself to slowly teach him how the technology in the house worked. She figured start off with what he was going to use before she taught him something else, plus it got her dad off of Steve for a little bit. All they did was snip at each other or, rather, her dad said something rude and Steve just sniped back at him. Ivy was waiting for the two of them to start a physical fight. She and Clint had a bet running on how long it would take (she figured they wouldn't hit each other till after she started school in August while Clint said before).

By the time the show was over both of them had finished their food and Ivy had rinsed everything and put it in the dishwasher.

Ivy was dozing on one side of the couch while Steve was sitting on the other when the end credits came up. "Do you want to watch another one?" Ivy asked, already flipping through channels.

Steve stretched from his spot before shaking his head. "No, I think I'll actually go to bed now. How about you?'

"Nah, I think I'll stay up a little bit longer." Ivy quickly found a cartoon for her age group.

Steve grimaced when the show made a crude joke but it made Ivy smile. He turned back to her. "Did you have another nightmare?"

Ivy pursed her lips on hearing the question but she did nod her head. "They've come every night so far. Why not tonight?"

"Sorry, I heard Stark talking with Bruce about it. Did you try exercising before you go to bed? You know, wear out the body and maybe you won't think about it."

"I did that yesterday. I spent time in the training room till I couldn't feel my limbs and I still had a nightmare."

Ivy saw Steve frown. "Have you talked about them? Like what happens in them?"

Ivy rolled her eyes at him. "Of course I've talked about them. Told my dad, Bruce, Nurse Jenny, Dr. Allison, I even called Blaise to complain about them. They still come!"

Steve frowned even more. "But have you talked about how you feel in them? Like how the dream makes you react?"

Ivy frowned before admitting. "Not in detail."

Steve nodded before sliding down the couch till he was next to her. "Maybe if you just talked about that instead of what is actually happening, you'll be able to stop having them."

"Since when did you become a mind shrink?" Ivy joked, feeling nervous. Nervous about having him sit so close and nervous about speaking of her dreams.

"Since I've had someone tell me the same thing."

Ivy felt her breath catch. "I'm sorry about that."

Steve waved his hand. "S.H.I.E.L.D. figured I needed the help and I still accept it. I understand that I'm living in a different time and things have changed, drastically too."

Ivy nodded her head. "When I first moved here my dad had me talk to someone too. Living here was totally different from living with my mum's family. It was a shock at first and my dad did everything he could to make it easier."

"I assumed that you lived with Stark your whole life."

Ivy shook her head. "Not for the first six years of my life. My mum died while giving birth to me and my adopted father died defending me from an intruder that came into our house about a week or so after I was born. My aunt always told me that my mum died because she had me and that my 'father' killed himself because he couldn't stand the look of me."

Ivy ignored Steve when he made a sound and wrapped one of his muscled arms around her thin shoulders, but she did lean into his side, resting her head on his shoulder.

"The minute my dad found out that that was what I was told, he did his own digging and found out that my 'father' died protecting me from some crazy guy. Father had killed the other guy but he died of his own injuries trying to get to a hospital with me. One of the neighbors found him passed out right by the gate of the house we were living in and called the police. My neighbor found my aunt and her family. I lived there for the next six years. My uncle hated me and the minute I was able to understand things he made me start chores while his son was able to play and eat as much as he wanted. I was forced to live in a cupboard and if I didn't finish my chores I was sent there without food."

Ivy settled herself more firmly into Steve's side as she spoke, and he rubbed her arm lightly in a comforting gesture, making goose bumps appear. Then she continued.

"Things started to get worse when Dudley, my cousin, and I started primary school. I was doing better than Dudley and my aunt and uncle hated it. So my uncle started to give me more chores so I couldn't always get my homework done. But I learned quickly to do it straightaway when it was given and I was still able to do better than Dudley. My uncle started to hit me after that happened. Then one day I was in class and Dudley was picking on me again. He figured if his father could do it then why couldn't he? And his parents encouraged it. I was feeling anxiety from everything and I changed my teacher's hair to blue. No one knew what happened but my cousin did since stuff like that happened around me a lot. I was a witchling and that's what happens when we're emotional. Just like the Director said on the aircraft, sometimes we can't control what our magic does, but even more so when we're young or under emotional stress. That was the first night I got belted by my uncle. Six hits for my age. It was also the first night my aunt showed concern for me. She put ointment and gauze on the lacerations and did all my chores the next few days."

Ivy paused a moment to wipe her unshed tears with the sleeve of her nightshirt. She gave a watery smile when Ivory climbed into her lap and Steve silently handed her a handkerchief. She bunched it in her hand while her other hand settled into Ivory's fur. She bit her lip before she slowly started again, her eyes filling up with more tears

"The second time I was belted was also the last time. Dudley had been chasing me with some of his friends and I knew if they caught me I would get hit, so I ran. While I was running I somehow apparated up onto the roof. My uncle had to leave work in the middle of the day and was forced to get me. When we had gotten home I thought he was going to kill me but before he could belt me, my aunt threw herself in between us. Uncle didn't like that one bit and after throwing my aunt out of the way and hurting her arm, he belted me and carved 'Freak' into my lower back. He thought I had used my magic to 'change' my aunt. It was about another month before my aunt got the courage to leave. Of course, this was after he hit me some more and hurt her arm again. She got Dudley and I and we left the country to come here. The minute we found my dad she left. Took Dudley and went to Australia. Not that we knew that right away."

Ivy took a breath and wiped her eyes with the handkerchief before continuing. "My dad is the best thing to happen to me and while there have been some ups and downs, we got through them. My dad made sure that I got taken care of once the abuse was made known and he made sure that my uncle was put behind bars. My aunt was also sent to jail but she didn't have to stay long because of good behavior and after taking a few years of therapy and classes on how to raise a child, Dudley was allowed to live with her again. She still gets routine calls from child services but I haven't heard from her in a good five years when she called to apologize and send my mum's stuff. I still can't stand her and the minute her case worker called about her I had a panic attack, but I can honestly say that she and her son are in the past.

"My dad made sure that I was protected from her. He saved me from her and her monster of a husband. I'll forever love him, he's my strength." Ivy smiled at the thought. "He made sure that Sirius Black, the man who was named my Godfather, couldn't get a hold of me once he was released from jail and tried to contact me. I have a new Godfather and I love him, not some man I've never met before. In my dream he appears, Black I mean, and he tries to take me away from the ones I love. He appears with Dumbledore, who has a lot power in Europe, and Moody, who used to be head of defense in Europe. The last two I met at the trials of my uncle and aunt. They tried to steal me away from my dad but they didn't realize that he had friends in high places.

"My dream starts off with my dad falling out of the portal but instead of living he dies. They show up in the middle of the aircraft and they shoot some spells and the agents retaliate with bullets, but in the end Moody hits me with a body binding spell and I'm forced to watch them kill some of the agents, just because they were there. Black would tell me that he could make everyone I cared about forget about me. That I wouldn't exist for them and I get so scared because I knew they have their hands on me and they can make people I love forget about me and there is nothing I could do about it. They could make me forget about my loved ones. Make me forget about my dad, the one I love the most. I'm so terrified that they'll show up someday and take me away, even if I'm of age in the wizarding world. I would never be able to step foot on American ground. I'd be forced back to Europe and made to train, train to help them fight their own war against people that are long dead or in prison."

Ivy by that point had tears running down her face, but she also felt relieved, like she had something to say but couldn't get across until now, and she felt so much lighter.

Ivy felt Steve shift and then she was pulled into his arms and sitting sideways in his lap, with Ivory jumping off her lap and next to them. She looked at him, startled before laying her head on his shoulders and wrapping her arms around his neck.

"You probably think I'm being childish," Ivy whispered into his neck. She sniffed, firstly to make sure her snot didn't get on him, and secondly so she could smell his scent, his shampoo and aftershave. She felt herself go slightly dizzy from the effects of sitting so close to him but she felt disappointed that she would forever be a child in his eyes.

Steve shook his head. "I don't think you're childish. I think you're a brave young woman who has faced tons of hurdles that most have not. That you are able to talk about it to someone you probably don't trust that much shows even more maturity than most people."

Ivy lent back to look at Steve, using the handkerchief to wipe her eyes and nose. "I do trust you. Anyone who has access to a computer or has old newspapers and magazines knows about my past, not in detail but they know I've been abused. When my dad felt that I was ready and he had the okay from my therapist we set up for an interview. Everyone wanted to know why my dad had gone to court with my relatives and they finally had the answer."

"That just proves that you are a mature young woman, not childish," Steve said, shifting on the couch to get comfortable with her still in his arms.

"Thank you, Steve, for letting me talk." Ivy put her head over his heart and let her eyes shut.

"You can come to me for anything, Ivy," Steve said quietly. "But I have one question for you."

"Shoot."

"What in God's name is on the Television?"

Ivy gave a small laugh. "It's called Robot Chicken, it does skits of shows and movies of this period and sometimes of things from history," she explained before calling to Jarvis to turn it off.

Ivy drifted off to sleep with a smile on her face and she didn't have a nightmare that night.