My life before The Avengers was just ordinary. I was a bit of a geek who loved animals and was going to study to become a veterinarian in college, and I had just graduated highschool with a 4.3 GPA.

I was out on a morning run in the neighborhood, when I noticed a little girl run out into the street up ahead.

I ran after her just as a truck came around the corner, and I pushed her out of the way before the big impact.

I died at 18, and was completely unaware of that life during my second chance.

I never imagined I would actually get my memories back, and was fairly freaked out when it happened.

I would've preferred Supernatural or something, but okay then.

When I was younger, about nine or ten years old, I didn't really pay much attention to the world around me. My mother really couldn't afford to, either.

For as long as I could remember, my single mother raised me in a small, cramped apartment in a neighborhood that had many people in the same state as we were. I was too little to really understand how in need we were of money. We could barely afford rent, so for the most part we didn't watch a lot of television.

My mother was pretty and kind - she was just my entire world. She had brown hair and eyes just as I did. She had light skin that seemed to glow. But one thing we both seemed to have in common was our sarcastic nature.

We were at an old fashioned cafe when I saw a familiar face on the TV screen, mindlessly sipping on my orange juice. The caption read "Tony Stark Saves the Day Yet Again." The screen showed a robotic figure flying in the sky. I choked on my juice, citric acid burning my throat and nose.

My mother rose an eyebrow, "You okay, Carla?"

I nodded, a bit embarrassed. I wiped my face with the sleeve of my shirt, my mother's face irritated at my action. I pointed to the TV that was hung in the upper corner of the restaurant behind her head. She turned her head and looked, expression hidden from my sight.

I furrowed my eyebrows, "Who's that? He seems familiar. His last name is Stark."

She turned back around, her expression unreadable.

She sighed, "No one you should worry about. It's just a coincidence."

I shrugged and continued to finish my eggs and soggy pancakes.

Another year or so went by, and my mother and I finally decided to visit the city and go shopping in celebration of her new, well-paying job. I was eleven years old at the time. The New York buildings and skyscrapers were so huge, and my young self looked up at them in amazement from the taxi cab window.

My mother beside me grinned, "It's amazing, isn't it? I never thought I'd miss this, but now I can definitely see the appeal."

The cab stopped at a red light, and a swarm of people crossed the street, many of which were neatly dressed for work.

I looked up to see a skyscraper that had Stark in giant letters on it.

I pointed, "Look mom, it's our name."

She smiled, giving me a suspicious look, "Sure is, and that's where we're going."

I looked at her in confusion, "What for?"

Right before she could answer, a huge beam of light descended from the sky and ended at the top of the Stark Tower. The street light turned green, but none of the cars or people moved. All bystanders looked up at the sky in bewilderment.

Dark figures started floating from the sky, and I squinted to see what they were. Beams of light shot from some of the figures as they got closer, destroying everything in their path. People started screaming, leaving their cars and running down the middle of the street and away from the chaos. Explosions up ahead of the traffic caused dust and debris to fly everywhere.

I gasped in horror as some figures started falling from the sky and landing on cars, chasing after people around us. These figures were grotesque and had a reptilian, yet humanoid look to them. My mother horrifically watched as destruction occurred around us.

I turned to her, my body trembling, "Are those… aliens?"

By this time, our cab driver had opened the door and sprinted the opposite direction, only to get shot by one of the monsters. My mother quickly grabbed me by the shoulder and shoved me down to the floor of the car.

She whispered, her forehead perspiring, "None of them have seen us yet, we need to hide here and wait for help. Just stay still and quiet. If we need to go, I'll tell you and we need to run. Do you understand me?"

I quickly nodded, my heart beating faster in my chest.

We sat cramped up on the floor of the car as we listened to huge explosions, screams of terror, police sirens, and many gun shots in the distance. My mother got out her phone and started making a call, and I anxiously started to bite my lip.

Her fingers quickly typed in a number, and she let it quietly ring against her ear as we waited in anticipation. The call went through, and she paused for a moment before looking slightly relieved.

She spoke, "Tony, it's me, your sister….. No, that's not what I'm calling about. Me and Carla are currently hiding in a taxi that's stopped in the middle of the main street that heads toward the Stark Tower."

Another pause, and she pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration, "To be fair, I got over myself and came to see you and introduce you to your niece. There, you happy?"

I dumbfoundedly stared at her, "I have an uncle? Tony…. As in Tony Stark? So that wasn't a coincidence? Iron Man is my uncle… what-"

My mother put a finger against her lips to hush me, "I know."

I rolled my eyes.

She went back to the phone, "Sorry, but yeah we're in mortal danger and need help, or something. Or just get Carla out of here if you can."

I looked out the window behind her and saw more explosions in the sky. I shuddered.

"Thanks, Tony. I know. Don't die or do anything stupid. Bye." She turned off her phone and sighed.

"Now, we wait."

I looked at her in worry, "What's happening?"

She pressed her lips, "He's sending one of the avengers over to come get us, but I don't know who."

The door behind me suddenly opened and I let out a loud scream. I snapped my head around only to see a man dressed in a blue outfit and a woman with red hair. It was Captain America and Black Widow. My mother cackled at my demise.

My face heated with embarrassment, "My bad."

I got up and out from the car as the man looked back at my mother in curiosity, "Miss Stark?"

My mother got out and sighed, "Just call me Morgan."

"Natasha," the woman replied.

The redhead turned to the man with a shield, "So what's the plan, Steve?"

My mother was driving a black prius away from the tower as Steve and Natasha rode on a motorcycle behind us, taking out any enemies along the way. I was in the passenger seat tightly gripping my seatbelt in fear as one of the reptilians held on to the top of the car.

Steve threw his shield at the offender and it painfully screeched as it rolled off into the street. I sighed in relief.

The plan was to drive as far out into the city to be safe enough to escape on our own, which was a difficult task already.

More monsters were released from the sky and the two avengers got their hands full with many of them as we drove off. A flying alien aimed at us as I yelled out in alarm.

My mother held the steering wheel so tight that her knuckles turned white, "I know! We have no choice but to keep going!"

The alien fired, a small force of an explosion hit the back of the car and my mother swerved as my stomach dropped. My whole body lurched forward and I closed my eyes in fear. The car stopped as it hit a light pole.

My mother quickly took off her seatbelt and reached over to take off mine, "Get out of the car as soon as I'm out and running. You need to run and go into any nearby building, alleyway, I don't care."

I stared at her in disbelief, "I can't, you'll die."

She shook her head, "I'm doing this, and if I do this in vain and you end up dead, I'll never forgive myself."

My eyes teared up, "Mom-"

She smiled reassuringly and opened the door before going out into a sprint towards the city, screaming and attracting attention from the alien that wrecked our vehicle. I ran out of the car and headed towards an adjacent, empty deli shop on the corner of the street.

I stopped and stared at the entrance, tears running down my face. I couldn't do it. I couldn't leave her to die. I turned around and started running where my mother ran off to.

There was a lot of people running and screaming, and I looked around and tried to find my mother, and there was an alien here and there that terrorized people as I ran towards the chaos.

As I ran down the street, fighting against the swarm of people, I tripped on something and felt on my hands and knees. I hissed in pain and looked back at what had caused my fall, and I froze. I got up on my knees and morbidly looked at the body.

There was so much blood around the body, and a huge hole that went through the abdomen of the corpse bled out into the concrete. The body was on its stomach, but I recognized it with horror. I grabbed their shoulder and turned the body over, to see my mother's face. Her soulless eyes stared into nothing, and her lips were slightly parted.

I gaped in terror and fell back from my knees onto the ground, and my chest tightened. My breath staggered and got shallower and everything seemed to fade in and out of focus. My vision turned black and my body weakened as I went unconscious.

During this time, I hadn't realized the monsters collapsed on the ground and died as the avengers had succeeded in defeating Loki and his reign of terror.

My eyelids felt heavy as I opened my eyes to see a white ceiling. I slightly moaned in pain as my body felt entirely sore and sat up. I was in a hospital room that looked out into the city from the window.

"Hey there."

I jumped a little and snapped my attention to the right side of my bed, and in the flesh was Tony Stark, sitting in a chair.

I blinked stupidly, "Hey…. Where's my mom?"

He frowned deeply, his tired eyes tearing up. I furrowed my eyebrows. I finally noticed that his brown eyes were red and his hair was a bit of a mess like he hadn't showered in a couple days.

He raised his hand to cover his mouth and looked at the floor in guilt, "I'm sorry."

I shook my head, "No…"

Her soulless eyes stared into nothing.

My hands clenched the white cotton sheets, my eyes stung and a wetness started to trail down my cheeks. My breath started to shudder.

I covered my face with my hands and loudly sobbed.

A few days later, I was placed to live with my uncle, who was pretty much my only family at this point. We moved to California soon after that and brought my mother along to have her buried over there.

It was a small, private funeral that only had me, Tony, his girlfriend Pepper, and his bodyguard Happy. That was just about it. I wore a simple black dress with black flats, my brown hair tied into a bun.

Tony had unshed tears in his eyes, Happy was bawling his eyes out, and Pepper had a solemn gaze. My eyes were red and itchy, and I cried so much for a week that I just couldn't do it anymore.

The skies were dark and grey today, leaving a cold chill in the air.

It was after the small ceremony and the actual burial that I actually talked to him since the hospital.

Tony was wearing a traditional black dress suit, his chest glowing with a blue light. I tilted my head up at him, "Mr. Stark?"

His guilty gaze looked back to me, "You can call me Tony."

I smiled, despite how depressed I felt, "Tony. I never got to meet you before this, and I barely know anything, but I like to think that my mother is at peace and doesn't blame you at all. I don't blame you or anyone, either."

He looked at me in surprise. I crouched down and traced the engraving on her grave.

"Thank you. I'm sure she's proud of you, too."

The sun peeked through the clouds, and it was almost comforting.

I pointed to the sky, "I guess it's not going to rain, after all. That would've been depressing."

The corners of his mouth slightly curved up into a smile.

Hey, it's been awhile. I got caught up with finals and a lot of things at once but now I have more time to do things. The first chapter is pretty short aha.

This whole thing is gonna be pretty canon but new things and people will be added and certain things may be taken out.

And as far as Endgame goes, if I get to that point the story will obviously continue on after that as there's a lot more I'd like to do and add.

Love, Navi