Today was the longest day of my life, but I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me introduce myself; my name is Anjali de Jong; I'm nineteen years old, I'm a child prodigy, and I just got the biggest shock of my life. I'm Tony Stark's daughter. Anyway, I was sitting at home waiting for the offer for the job I applied for with Stark Industries; when I hear knocking on my front door, it was odd since I wasn't expecting anyone today. So, I got up from my desk chair and walked to the door. As I walk up to the door, I feel sparks coming from my fingers, so I take a few deep breaths to calm down.
Otherwise, I'll set the house on fire and reveal that I have elemental powers. It's not that I don't have control; it's more like if I get nervous or anxious; fire is my defense mechanism. When I'm angry or frustrated, water will explode from the plumbing or other water sources. I look through the peephole before I open the door since I'm alone in the house.
What I see is the strangest thing I have ever experienced in my life. The first thing I notice is that the man is wearing a four-piece suit in the middle of the summer. It's ninety-nine degree's outside with humidity, so it's not the brightest idea. He's also standing ramrod straight. No one does that unless they have great posture. I unlock the door, curious as to know why he was there. I step outside, and he looks as though he'd seen a ghost of the past.
"My name is Agent Phil Coulson of S.H.I.E.L.D.," he tells me with an authoritative voice. "My name is Anjali de Jong, and what does your organization want with me?" I ask as calmly as possible. "Well, S.H.I.E.L.D. doesn't want anything from you, actually I'm here to escort you to New York and take you to Avenger's Tower," he said in a less authoritative voice. "Why?" I ask in an apprehensive voice. I can't help but think I'm in trouble.
"Well, when you applied for Stark Industries, we ran tests on your D.N.A., and you have a paternal match to Tony Stark," he says in the sincerest voice he could muster. I feel myself start to get very upset. "What the hell are you talking about?" I yell at him, starting to panic.
"I think we should go for a walk," he says in a calm voice. "Fine, but let me put on shoes and calm down," I tell him as I turn to walk back into my house. "Alright, and please keep an open mind about what I have to say," he says in a sincere tone. "I will," I tell him in the calmest voice I could muster as I walk back into my house to my room.
I start thinking about what Phil has told me so far. I know my Dad isn't my biological father; it didn't matter because he's the one who raised me. I've wondered who my father was in recent years, but I never thought it could be Tony Stark. I mean, she has never mentioned that she knew him whatsoever. As I put on my socks and shoes, I start to get angry, and the sparks from my fingertips are back, and it looks like the start of lighting.
I have to calm down, so I don't destroy the house. My emotions trigger my powers. So, I do the breathing technic's that my guru Elaina taught me last summer when I was in Asia, learning how to use and control my powers. It takes me a few minutes to calm down enough to not make anything explode, whether by water or fire. I walked out the door with my phone, wallet, keys, and water jug for the walk.
"Sorry I took so long. I had to calm down before I did this," I tell Phil in an apologetic voice. I felt sorry that I took so long to come back and not let him into the house to wait, but if I had, both Mom and Dad would know he was there. I want to know what he has to say and decide for myself. "It's not a problem; I understand entirely," Phil says in a friendly tone.
"Thank you," I say nicely, knowing the news he'll tell me isn't something he doesn't take likely. We walk down the street I live on, and he tells me that when I applied for college classes for computer sciences in High School and passed with A's in those classes. Tony and S.H.I.E.L.D. were interested in giving me a position in their companies, but I applied for S.I before S.H.I.E.L.D. could approach me with a job.
"Well, I knew I wanted to invent things but not directly with the government, sorry," I tell him. "I understand, trust me," he says, opening up a little. As we walk around the neighborhoods, he explains how they ran my D.N.A. through their databases and that my Mom was a nurse with S.H.I.E.L.D. after college and that I am Tony's daughter.
Apparently, around July and August of 1999, my Mom and Tony were at the same conference for technological advancements in medicine and hit it off. My parents weren't married at the time, so I don't blame her for that. "When we found out. Tony and I thought it would be safer with him in New York at Avenger's Tower, but I told him that one of us should discuss this and let you decide for yourself. "Thank you. I appreciate that," I say sincerely.
"You're welcome," he says sincerely as well. We walk semi-silently back to my house, few sentences about my Mom being a good agent and how Tony is excited to meet me. As we walk up the driveway, he tells me that I have 48 hours to make my decision and pack my things if I decide to go. I say that I will think about it carefully and ask how I could contact him.
"Here is my card; call when you have made your decision, and we'll come to pick you up," he says, smiling at me. "Thank you," I say in appreciation. "No problem," he tells me, and he pulls me into an embrace. I hug him back, having already made a decision.