Thank you guys for reviewing I appreciate it! I'm really happy that you like this story! I thought for a special treat that I would put in the alternate opening from Iron Man 2. If none of you have seen that, then look it up on YouTube because it makes me laugh every time. Honestly, Iron Man 2 wasn't that bad of a movie. I get why a lot of people kind of hated it, but seriously! It's not that bad! It's okay...anyway! MOVING ON TO THE NEXT CHAPTER! Enjoy!

It's a weird concept...time I mean.

If I could sum up everything from the past year or two, it would probably take up several books. It's not everyday your arrogant dad got kidnapped by terrorists and invented a metal suit to escape. I mean he was arrogant before, but now he's a changed man.

And hopefully in a better way.

He dropped the weapons division, and decided why stop there? After much hard work, Iron Man was born. It was no brainer that he's treated me better as a father and companion ever since he became Iron Man, which he gave me partial credit of creating the suit with him.

But it still doesn't end there.

We'd been spending more time together, creating new inventions together that could help small-town businesses flourish, help the economy, etc. We were also working on improving the Iron Man armor in small ways, which was when my father decided to show me a secret project he'd been working on just for me. It was another armor prototype, similar to the Iron Man suit, but it looked more sleek, fit for a woman my size and build. That was when we had a serious sit-down and talk, about what kind of a person I wanted to be and if I could handle the responsibility of joining him on the battlefield- -

If it ever came to that, of course.

And speaking of the whole 'making the world a better place', that was what brought Director Nick Fury from the Strategic Homeland Intervention and Logistics Division-which they finally shortened down to the acronym SHIELD- to our living room at the Stark mansion the day of the press conference when my father revealed his identity as Iron Man. My first impression of Nick Fury was that he was pretty damn terrifying to be around, I mean- who wouldn't think so? I just walked down to grab a glass of orange juice, and the guy was lounging in my fucking living room like he owned the place. Then, he mentioned his association with Phil Coulson, but it still didn't put me at ease around him. However, the more we talked, the more I began to see how passionate he also was about making the world a better and safer place. Nick Fury was an intriguing man, but I knew he was here for ulterior motives.

Which brings us to the Avengers Initiative...

At first, it was a lot to take in and comprehend what Director Fury was telling me. Then, as I truly began to understand that he wanted me and my father to be apart of this group, the Avengers, my father happened to walk right in. My dad began to freak out immediately, wondering who the hell this man was, what I was doing out of bed to begin with, etc. After several minutes of repeating what the Avengers Initiative was, my father sat there and was stunned into silence.

FLASH!

"You know, you should consider this to be an opportunity of a lifetime. It's in the early stages sure, but I think the Avengers Initiative could make a huge difference in helping the world, our world." Nick Fury said.

"And what? You think my seventeen year old daughter and I are qualified?" Dad scoffs. "And from what?"

Nick Fury just smiles at my father, and shakes his head.

"You honestly wouldn't believe me if I told you. You think Obadiah Stane was bad? Well...I can assure you that you're wrong, Stark."

"What do you mean by that? You keep talking about something almost unworldly from the way you're talking, your speech patterns suggest that you're desperate for allies. Coulson did the same thing." I blurted out.

"Coulson? Who is Coulson?" Dad glanced at me suspiciously.

Nick Fury glances over at me this time, looking almost impressed by my observation.

"You really are interesting. Not afraid to call people out on their bullshit. I like that, we need more people like that in the world." Fury smiles at me. "However, I think you already have an idea to that question of yours."

As Fury and I lock our gazes with each other, I feel unnerved once again by the man, but before I can stammer and struggle to come up with a response, my dad beats me to it.

"Listen, I don't know what it is that you're trying to accomplish with this group- -"

"I already told you, the Avengers Initiative, is something bigger. It's about protecting the world."

"From what?"

FLASH!

"Tyra? You alright?" Pepper rouses me from my thoughts.

It's hard to believe it's been two years...it feels like yesterday still...

"Um...yeah." I mutter.

Pepper turns back to my dad, resisting the urge to strangle the man.

And as of right now...dad was barfing into a toilet of the plane we're on...

"I can't do it...uuuuugh...just...just give me a little space." Dad groaned.

Pepper stood there with her hands on her hips glaring at my dad.

"Get up..." Pepper rolled her eyes. "Tony, you're gonna miss the dropping point! If you intend on making it to the Stark Expo, now's the time to jump out."

Dad finally stood up after flushing the toilet.

"You really don't wanna see that..." Dad looked at the toilet in disgust. "Okay, how am I? Do I look weird?" Dad asked us.

"You look like you do everyday. Like you're having a hangover." Pepper added.

"Uuuugh, get me some Advil!" Dad whined.

"I don't have Advil, but I have Motrin." Pepper informed him.

"Motrin? There is seriously something wrong- -"

"YES! There is seriously something wrong with you!" Pepper cut him off.

"- -with giving a grown man Motrin!" Dad finished.

"It's a popular brand name!- -"

"I'M NOT ON MY CYCLE, PEPPER!" Dad yelled.

I wanted to burst out laughing at this last comment by my dad, but I luckily managed to hold it in.

"You two act like an old married couple...are you both finished?" I folded my arms together.

The plane started opening up in the back and dad just about lost it.

"ABORT MISSION!" Dad made his way to sit down and grabbed an oxygen mask trying to breathe into it. "ABORT MISSION!"

How was my dad able to fly in the suit again? Seriously, explain that to me from the way he's acting right now...

"We are about to drop in under one minute!" The pilot said into the intercom.

"Tell him we're not fucking doing it! ABORT MISSION!"

"Ignore him!" Pepper yelled. "Get your ass out of this plane right now! You said you wanted to do this and god damn it you're gonna do it! Do you know what it took to approve this?!" Pepper huffed.

"Send them flowers..." Dad rolled his eyes.

Dad got up again and looked down below at the drop zone before going back to Pepper, gaining some sudden confidence.

"Let's do this baby." Dad whispered. "I know I can be selfish sometimes, and I know I don't say it enough...but how's my hair?" Dad asked us.

"You said that before." I chuckled.

"I know I said it before, but is it piece-y enough? Do I need more product?"

"What you need to do is get your ass out of this plane and stop stalling." I bluntly told him.

Dad seemed surprised and then shrugged turning back to Pepper.

"Do you like the wind blown look?" Dad asked Pepper.

"You look fine. NOW GO!" Pepper yelled at him.

"Alright, give me a smooch for good luck! I might not make it back...this is some...heavy stuff."

Pepper practically taunts him as she grabbed the helmet and kissed it where the mouth was. She then threw the helmet out of the plane.

"Go get em boss." Pepper smiled at dad.

"You complete me!" Dad yelled and dove out of the plane to retrieve his helmet.

I finally put my helmet on and joined my father, who finally managed to get the helmet back on. I laughed and flew circles around him.

"Just like we practiced, sweetums." Dad told me.

We made it inside and dropped onto the stage where we were surrounded by dancers all dressed up like Iron Man. The music number was just about done and they finished the song by getting into one last pose by raising their glowing hands at us. Everyone began cheering and I grew nervous quickly.

Shit...this crowd is HUGE...okay remember! Eye contact! Just remember the eye contact! AND SMILE! Even if you don't want to!

The suits were being disassembled around us and revealed me in a dress and my father in a suit and tie.

"It's good to be back!" Dad smiled and clapped. "I'm not saying that the world is enjoying its longest period of uninterrupted peace because of the both of us, I'm not saying that from the ashes of captivity never has a better phoenix metaphor been personified in human history."

I playfully shoved dad and took the microphone away from him.

"It's not about you..." I told him. "Or me. Or any of us, really. It's about legacy..." The crowd began to settle down. "It's about what we choose to leave for future generations."

I handed dad the microphone again.

"And that's why for the next year, and for the first time since 1979, the best and brightest men and women of nations and corporations of the world over will pull their resources and share their collective data to leave behind a brighter future."

Everyone began clapping again and their applause was even louder than before. I took the microphone back from dad again.

"It's not about us, therefore what we're saying, if we're saying anything at all…is welcome back. To the Stark Expo." I finished.

I handed dad the microphone one last time.

"We have a special guest here tonight, so please. Give a warm welcome to my father, Howard Stark." Tony smiled at the crowd.

We both walked off the stage and everyone began to settle down once a newsreel was being projected onto a screen. It was my grandfather, Howard Stark. At times, I wish that I had met the man, but he died before I was even born. Plus from what I know, he was more into his work than his actual family.

What the...where's dad?

I looked around and realized that my father was gone and nowhere to be seen.

"Dad?" I searched for him.

I found my father hiding behind a curtain with an exasperated look on his face.

Something was wrong...but what?

Dad held this tiny device to his finger and he seemed annoyed at the results after his blood was taken. It was no news to me that my father had been acting more secretive, but it spiked my curiosity, I wanted to know what was wrong.

There was something my father was hiding...and I needed to find out soon.

While the first night of the Stark Expo had been fun and exciting, it was draining to talk to so many people and fans. I'd had my fair share of socializing for the night, but my dad continued on as if nothing was wrong. He was back in his party phase, but after all we'd been through, I'd say that he earned some downtime. However, the amount of partying we'd done was certainly regrettable come morning, considering we were due in court. So here we were, being questioned on live television on the 'government's right' to possess the Iron Man suits in Washington DC.

"Mr. Stark, can we pick up from where we were?" Senator Stern questioned.

They used the gavel to try and get my dad's attention, but he kept talking to Pepper who sat behind us.

"MR. STARK?!" The Senator yelled.

Dad whipped around and smiled as he spoke into the microphone.

"Yes, dear?" He teased.

"Mr. and Miss Stark, do you or do you not have a specialize weapon?"

I grew nervous and took a sip of water to try and calm my nerves. If it weren't for the hangover that I currently had, I'd probably be more nervous and timid than I already was. However, right now, I was frankly too tired for this bullshit.

"We do not." Dad answered.

"You do not?" The Senator asked in confusion.

"Well...it depends how you define the word weapon." I spoke up.

"The Iron Man suits are a weapon." The Senator told us.

"Our suits don't fit that description." I said.

"And how would you describe it, Miss Stark?" The Senator asked with a roll of his eyes.

"I would describe it by defining what it really is." I smartly replied.

"As what?" The Senator grew angry.

"It's an…uh….high tech prosthesis." The crowd chuckled a bit. "That is the most apt description I could make of it."

"If your priorities were actually the well being." Senator Stern snapped at me.

Ouch.

"My priority is to have the Iron Man weapon turned over to the people. The people of the United States of America."

You could hear the clapping of the audience, and that was when I lost my cool.

"I think that what you actually mean, is turn it over to the government and use this as a weapon for yourself to do as you see fit. That's what you really meant right?" I then glared at him.

Dad's eyes widen slightly at my bluntness, but I can tell that he wholeheartedly agrees when he places his hand on my shoulder in support instead of scolding me for my outburst.

"Well you can forget it…" Dad joined in. "I am Iron Man and she is Iron Woman." Dad pointed at me. "The suits and us are one. To turn over the Iron Man suits would be turning over myself and my daughter which would add up to servitude or prostitution depending on what state you're in, am I right?" Dad smirked.

As everyone laughs at my father's joke, I feel my cheeks heat up in slight anger at how lightly he was making this out to be.

"Look, I'm no expert- -"

"In prostitution? Of course not! You're a Senator! Come on!" Dad joked.

Everyone starts laughing even harder than before as I sink further down into my chair, wishing that I was anywhere else but here. I then pinch dad's leg under the table rather hard, in attempt to tell him to cut it out before he went too far with his jokes which he always tended to do.

"I'm no expert in weapons but we do have someone here who is an expert in weapons… I'd now like to call up Justin Hammer. Our current primary weapons contractor." The Senator finished.

And in came Justin Hammer, our biggest competitor against Stark Industries. I used to like Justin Hammer until he tried flirting with me to get to my dad, especially considering I was a fucking underage teen. His technology wasn't even that great anyway- -

And he was so fucking smug all the time.

In all honesty, he could probably beat my dad in a competition of smugness hands down.

"Let the record reflect I have observed Hammer entering the chamber and I am wondering…if and when, any actual expert will also be in attendance." Dad teased.

More laughter is heard from behind us, but it calms down when Justin Hammer begins to speak.

"Absolutely, I'm no expert." Justin replied.

"That's an understatement." I mumbled under my breath.

My eyes widened as the jury laughed because they heard what I said. My face burns with embarrassment and I looked down at the floor before I can help it.

God damn it...stupid microphone...

"I'm no expert like you or your daughter, Anthony. I'm no wonder boy" Justin teased. "Now Senator, if I may, I well might not be an expert, but you know who was?" Justin turned back over towards dad and I. "Your dad and her grandfather: Howard Stark, really a father to us all and to the military industrial age."

I could feel dad tense up as Justin brought up my grandfather, but I squeezed his hand from under the table to keep him calm. I move over and lean against my dad, lowering my voice as I whisper in his ear.

"Dad. I need you to be cool, alright? Just keep it cool. Hammer's a fucking moron, and no one's gonna take him seriously, okay?"

Dad gives me a small and curt nod as Hammer keeps yammering on.

"But let's be honest… he was no flower child, he was a lion, and we all know why we're here. In the last six months Anthony and Tyra Stark have created a sword with untold possibilities and yet they insist it's a shield." Justin scoffed at the last part. "Anthony and Tyra Stark ask us to trust them as we 'cower' behind it. I wish I were comforted Anthony and Tyra, I really do."

...did this guy ever stop rambling and shut up? Like get to the point already!

"Let's leave my door unlocked when I leave the house…but this ain't Canada. We live in a world of grave threats, threats that Mr. Stark and his kid daughter won't always be able to foresee." Justin finished. "Thank you, God bless Iron Man and Woman and God bless America."

KID DAUGHTER?! FUCK YOU JUSTIN HAMMER!

"That was well said Mr. Hammer…the committee would now like to call up Lieutenant Colonel James Rhodes to the chamber." The Senator said.

"Rhodey?" Dad smiled and turned around to see Rhodey walk in.

"After forming a complete report on the Iron Man weapon compiled by Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes, Colonel for the record could you please read page fifty-seven paragraph four?" The Senator asked Rhodey.

"You're asking him to read a specific section? How is that fair?" I glared at the Senator.

The Senator glared right back at me and I immediately avert my gaze from the intimidating man.

"You're requesting that I read specific selections from my report, sir?" Rhodes clarifies.

"Yes I am, sir." Senator Stern nodded.

"It was my understanding that I was going to be testifying in a much more comprehensive and detailed manner." Rhodey told him.

Yeah! You tell them Rhodey!

"I understand, but a lot of things have changed today." Senator Stern grinned.

God he's such a creep...

"You do understand reading a single paragraph out of context does not reflect the full report?" Rhodey reminded him.

"Yes, Colonel. I do." Stern replied.

Rhodey sighs, but complies with the Senator's orders.

"As he doesn't operate within any definable branch of the government…Iron Man and Iron Woman pose a potential threat to security of both the nation and to her interest." Rhodey quoted. "I did however go on to say summarize that the benefits of Iron Man and Iron Woman far outweigh the liabilities—"

"That's enough, Colonel!" Stern cuts him off.

"I'm not a politician but we'll consider Security of Defense if you ask nice." Dad joked. Everyone chuckled again. "We might have to mend the hours a little bit though..."

Senator Stern tries to keep things moving as he motions for everyone in the jury and the audience to look at the TV screen being hauled into the room.

"I'd like to show the imagery connected to your report." Stern says.

"I believe it would be somewhat premature to reveal these images to the general public at this time." Rhodey interjected.

"Colonel I understand, but if you could just narrate those for us…" Senator Stern gave Rhodey a look of expectation.

Rhodey sighs once again, and complies with the man's orders.

"Intelligence suggests that the devices in these photos are in fact attempts at making copies of Mr. Stark's and Miss Stark's suit. These have been corroborated by our allies from local intelligence on the ground and it's been suggested that these suits are in fact operational…" Rhodey finished.

I saw dad pull something out of his pocket and he looked like he was texting, but I knew what he was going to do.

He was gonna hack the system...

"Dad...do you really think that's a good idea?" I whispered in his ear.

"Just trust me, I got this covered." Dad replied. "Hold on one second everybody!"

Dad held up his small device and aimed it at the TV. In seconds the screen changed and it now read, "Welcome, Mr. Stark." I kept looking at my dad in surprise.

I can't believe he was going through with this...

"Now if you'd direct your attention to said screens." Dad said.

The room filled with murmurs as dad started uploading something to the TV screen. The Senator looked pissed off that dad was interfering.

"I believe that is North Korea." Dad said.

There was a video of a horrible attempt at the Iron Man armor.

"And Iran..."

Dad uploaded more videos of Iron Man failures most of which were very graphic, but one specifically caught my interest.

"No grave danger here...wait is that Justin Hammer?" Dad smirked.

The test pilot inside the armor moved his arms and legs as Justin instructed him to do before making a move to turn his body. Everyone screamed in disgust when they saw the man's body twist in a 360 degree angle. I flinched and looked away.

"Turn that off!" The Senator yelled.

Justin Hammer moved to the TV screen and tried blocking it from everyone's view as he looked for a way to turn it off. He finally unplugged the TV altogether. I feel much more confident that the public would side with us, and not trust any government with our suit considering its capabilities.

"Yeah I'd say all countries: five, ten years away….Hammer Industries: twenty." I spoke into the microphone.

Justin Hammer practically runs to the microphone at our table in desperation.

"I'd like to point out that test pilot survived!" Justin objects.

"What is the point that you two are making?" Stern questions.

My dad sits back as he folds his arms together, looking all too pleased with himself.

"The point we're making is, you're welcome." Dad sat back looking pleased with himself.

"Welcome for what?" Stern glared at us.

"Because we're your nuclear deterrent!" Dad replied. "It's working, were safe; America is safe. You want our property? You can't have it! But I did you a big favor, my daughter and I have successfully privatized world peace!"

Dad finishes dramatically as he stands up and gives the court the peace signs on both hands. I feel pressured under everyone's gaze as the audience stands to applaud. I'm up when my dad grabs my hand blowing a teasing kiss to Senator Stern as we move to walk away.

"F***k you, Mr. Stark, F***k you buddy!" Stern looked furious.

I try keeping myself busy in the workshop, and when that distraction doesn't work out, I go to my small painting studio in the corner of the workshop. When Agent Coulson calls me via video chat, I'm quick to answer, desperate to get this afternoon out of my thoughts.

"Did you really have to make such a scene?" Agent Coulson asked me.

I didn't know why Agent Coulson wanted to keep in contact with me, but I'm pretty sure it was to keep a close eye on me and my father. I think about giving him a real answer, but instead joke about it.

"I'm my father's daughter...did you really expect something different?" I laughed.

"Actually, yes. I did expect something more from you." Phil seemed disappointed in me.

Okay...I guess he did have a point...but I was just so mad at that Senator! Not to mention Justin fucking Hammer.

"Fine...I'm sorry...but in my defense, they shouldn't have started this in the first place. We've been nothing but responsible with the armor! It's not like we use them for our entertainment and blow shit up!" I scoffed.

"I can see why you're upset, Miss Stark, but you could have handled this in a more mature and calm manner. Don't deny it." Phil said.

"I guess I get some traits from my father after all regarding impulse decisions...I'm sorry..." I sighed. "So uh...why did you really call me?"

"I plan on talking about the actual details with you in person, but first...how would you feel working with SHIELD?" Phil asked.

Me work with SHIELD? I guess I would need something to do...

"I guess that would be fine...why would you want me though? I'm just the kid daughter of Tony Stark." I mimicked Justin Hammer.

What an asshole, I doubt that'll change anytime soon.

"I want you to personally work with us because you have a bright future ahead of you. Not only that, but you would be helping a lot of people. I don't know if I've quite explained what SHIELD does exactly. We prevent threats from happening and we do it quietly. We help save the world from threats..."

"You know, your boss, Director Fury, kind of said the same thing." I replied.

I put my paint brushes down and wipe my messy hands over my already dirty overalls before sitting and leaning back in my chair. I stare at Coulson through the video feed, and give him a very suspicious look.

"You all keep implying something...the world? Fury mentioned that this is what he wants for this so-called Avengers Initiative, but you know...me and my father were a little skeptical about the whole thing. So tell me Phil Coulson, what does SHIELD really do and what do they want with the Avengers Initiative? What's their end goal here?" I purse my lips in thought.

Phil doesn't say anything for a minute, but then gives me a small smirk.

"I'll see you tonight then."

Phil ends the conversation with a cliffhanger, leaving me with more questions than answers. I let out a frustrated huff and let the canvas dry as I move to go take a shower upstairs.

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