Pt6

A/N: I will get around to fixing it later, but big edit. James Potter wasn't Rose's stepdad, I realized how stupid that was for Lily to marry James while already married, safety or not. Either way, her hubby's ego would not permit it. If you don't know who that is, here's the chapter where it's stated plain and simple for those that elected not to read the omake (And that's perfectly fine, it's not to everyone's liking.) Both James Potter and Sirius Black, instead, were godfathers, and two other friends of Lily's were godmothers (both dead). So James was her godfather, but the wizarding world assumed he was her father, so she was called Ms. Potter when she didn't bother to correct it to Evans. The only teacher who called her Evans all the time was Snape because she looks like a near-perfect carbon copy of Lily. Oh, and forget anything I said about blood adoption, I quit that fanon for this story. As for why her natural form looks almost nothing like lily, canonically, Harry looks like almost fully James, hence the logical conclusion that a majority of Lily's genes were recessive. Now, storytime.

Rose Potter was shocked at the offer from Stark. How he knew where her New York apartment (read: luxury penthouse) was, she didn't know but figured he would find it sooner or later. Just an hour after she sent the traitor straight into an unsurvivable trap, and settled down on her couch, there was a ringing on her doorbell. Considering there were heavy intent wards on the whole place, she wasn't really worried when she answered.

He repeated the request. "Do you want your own space in Avengers Tower?"

She shook the residual shock out of her head. "Stark, I appreciate the offer, but I don't think your archer will appreciate having Loki 2.0 in the same building. I would prefer not to have to dig out a tracker from my skin either."

"To be fair, I don't know what kind of protection you have on this place, but I came here with Fury. He got lost somewhere on the tenth floor, in the elevator. Hilarious."

"I'll think about it."

"No, really. I want to get as much usage out of these magic hands as I can."

"How long until it hits Barton that you also have powers eerily similar to Loki's?"

"Probably another day or so, can I come in?"

"Sure, Stark."

"I never got around to asking, how exactly do you know so much about Loki? You weren't with us at the battle, we were watching him the whole time"

"Let's just say I've known him since before he tried to invade my homeworld and leave it at that."

"Hey, I'm sorry about what I said before with you supporting Loki and teaching me how to fly."

"The Tony Stark, apologizing?" Rose was surprised.

"Yeah, imagine." He then opened his mouth, closed it again, and opened it back up again. "I think I figured out about Hermione Granger."

"Well, do enlighten me, Stark."

"Is…. Is she… Is she my half-sister?"

Rose smiled kindly. "Yes, Stark. Hermione Granger is the biological daughter of Howard Stark. Just don't mention your father around her, it's a bit of a sore spot, she'd never met him, just grew up with five hundred thousand pounds a year making it into a trust fund and birthday and Christmas cards after she turned three."

"What about you? You mentioned a stepdad. Are you related to any of the avengers? Maybe Romanoff with the hair?"

"Stark, your team's probably figured it out by now, but I don't exactly appear to you in my natural visage. I have three forms that I use most, although quite a few others I regularly shift into. My humanoid form looks like a female image of my dad's humanoid form. Then I can also shift into an alien form because I'm half-alien. I don't use it because it would terrify you humans, and get smashed first, asked questions never. And this form. I grew up in this form, it looks like a carbon copy of my mother, except with my godfather's eyes."

"Why are you telling me this when just this morning you were stressing how some secrets you'll keep?"

"Because Stark. When you find out more, which I don't doubt someone will, so I'm not lying to your face, just not telling you any substantial information."

"Well, can you let me find out first?"

She tilted her head a bit to the side and pressed two fingers to a spot behind her ear like others did to their ears for earpieces. "Barton already figured out part one, although I don't know if Fury will believe him." She smiled. "Though it was actually his wife and eight-year-old son."

"Barton's married?"

"You didn't see the chain with a ring hanging around his neck? It swings out whenever he shoots."

"No… but since he knows and Fury knows, can you tell me? What, is it one of those issues like if you tell me you have to kill me? Or you think I'll hate you if you tell me?"

"The latter. And I tire of this nagging, Stark. I won't tell you, and I am perfectly happy with this being my New York base of operations. Worst comes to worst, I have a couple of manors in Britain as well as some other properties internationally. I don't lack in material goods, I never have."

"Well, you can teach me to do other cool stuff like whatever Hermione did to my suit to make it bulletproof!"

"Stark, we learned that after two and a half years of learning this shit. Technically it was supposed to be impossible to fly without an aid, basically a tool that would amplify our abilities to make us fly, but I got dropped off a tower the height of an average skyscraper when I was 16 and learned the hard way that it's very possible."

"Damn. What kinds of things did you do in your teens?"

"Had an evil megalomaniac and his shitload of minions after me."

"Well, would not be a good time to mention that Coulson told me an oath made on this mutation energy is binding, so if I promise not to tell, will you tell me?"

"Stark…"

He didn't listen to her tone that was telling him she didn't want him to, so he swore on it that he wouldn't tell anything she told him until he left the apartment. His winning smirk told her exactly that this is what he had wanted the whole time.

"Fine Stark, you asked for it." She moved her fingers in an intricate pattern over her head and face, then down to the rest of her body. Her look melted away, revealing a young woman of a similar figure, with waist-length inky dark raven black hair, stunning emerald green eyes, a skin tone without any of her previous form's tan, and instead of jeans and a T-shirt, she now wore forest green leather-seeming open robes lined in gold, with a bodysuit in dark, almost black, royal blue and more gold lining the sides.

She made an elaborate and overly formal bow. "Lilith Lokidottir, Heiress of Niflheim, Ally of the King of Vanaheim, Crown Princess of Jotunheim, and theoretically fourth in line for the Throne of Asgard, amongst other things," she told him in a much silkier, much more regal, way more Loki-like voice.

Tony Stark was gaping. He was shocked frozen, but then again, it made a certain kind of sense. The more he thought about it, the more sense it made. No wonder she disliked Thor and Odin so much, with the venom with which Loki spoke of them back on the helicarrier. But she was also a different person, and he swore to himself he wouldn't judge the one person who had given him a gift that he doubted even millennia of science could recreate. And then her exact words, after Lokidottir caught up to him. "Wait, Royalty?"

She relaxed on the couch. "Thor didn't tell you? When Odin adopted my father, he knew he was kidnapping the only child of Laufey, the previous King of Jotunheim, who Odin had fought a war to a standstill against. To be fair, Laufey wasn't an exemplary parent either, he had abandoned his only child because my father was human-sized. Red ledgers run in the family, Dad offed Laufey a year and a half ago when he tried to kill Frigga. So yes, you had the, albeit uncrowned, king of an entire planet trapped on your helicarrier for a while. Didn't you wonder why he felt he was entitled to respect?"

"So that's where the superiority complex and inflated ego comes from."

"You're one to talk Stark. And do remember that is the only parent I grew up with you're talking about."

"But how did Thor not know about you, especially in the beginning?"

"My father is the God of Lies, don't you think he would be able to keep a toddler hidden from someone as obtuse as Thor?"

"So what part of what you said about Loki was true and what part was an act?"

"Well, I am kind of pissed he hasn't broken out of Asgard yet. I give him another few days until I kill Heimdall and go and get him myself."

"Well, since the oath is still in effect, can you answer my other question? You talk about killing so calmly as if it is a fact of life."

"Why? My aunt is the Goddess of Death, Stark, although she's always been more of a mother figure, hence the heiress of Niflheim. That and the fact that I have more blood on my ledger than Romanoff. I killed for the first time when I was eleven, got rid of a man who was possessed by said megalomaniac who was intent on killing me nearly since I was a year old. Fast forward a few years later, when I was sixteen there started a civil war between my type, most people either sided with me and got killed or tortured to insanity for the effort, or sided against me and I killed them as painfully as I could. There are only nine of us adults left, well, ten if the traitor is still alive."

"Traitor? That blonde SHIELD agent?"

"She pretended to defect to my side while feeding information to her sister and boyfriend who were very close to the megalomaniac leading to the other side. Got a lot of good people killed, including my best friend, my brother in all but blood, his son, and pregnant girlfriend."

Tony whistled. "No wonder. I wouldn't be so restrained in your place."

"Yeah, I heard about how you killed all the terrorists in a town on a test flight. Not everyone has the guts for mass genocide, there were tens of thousands of us internationally, but it was necessary."

"Any other major revelations, or can I stand up from the couch?"

I can turn into my Jotun form if you want nightmares? I'm curious as to your reaction. My sister bet me as to what the reaction would be of a human to the form."

"I'll try. As long as it's not a chitaurus, I would rather have nightmares of a single Ice not-giant than that of a whole army I may have failed to blow up."

So she did. Her clothes molded, her skin became blue and ice-cold, with swirling darker blue markings, forming that of a crown on her head, a large snowflake twirling around in her palm. "Maybe you'll recognize Jotun Royalty in the future."

"There are more of you? Do you have kids too?"

"No Stark, just a younger sister." Ske shifted back into her Loki look-alike form. "It's kind of ironic. On Midgard, she was born and raised and goes by Darcy Lewis, coincidentally Thor's girlfriend's intern. Not the safest job, but so much good blackmail material."

"And Bingo. Can she also do these super energy things?"

"She never got my type of training, but yes, more or less."

"Aright, I'm standing up from this couch now." She wove her fingers around herself with superhuman speed, and there, back on the couch was Rose Potter, more or less innocent best friend of Tony Stark's half-sister.

Tony Stark stood up from the couch, head bursting. Now to hint to the rest without breaking his promise...