{Zaidas pov}
Tony ' s suit room would probably smell like burning metal for a week. Sweat dripped off my forehead, the arm piece was all most done. The chains thin like rope with sharp tips lay at the edge of the table complete. The arm piece looked like a flat piece of metal that would go from the elbow to the wrist but on the inside of it the chain would hide until the flick of my wrist in a certain way will shoot out the chains. The chain whips was an idea I got from Clint that one time in the gym.

I added the final paint job, black with orange Crack like designs. I placed it upon my arms grinning ear to ear. My suit on the other hand was what completed first before I started this extreme project. I borrowed one of Natasha's body suits, with help of some nice scissors I removed the sleeves to it and lined it with orange on the zippers and pockets along with a silver belt and my white sleeveless trench coat.

"Zaida! There you are, we have been looking for you all say! What are you doing in here" Tony ran over to me like a missing child, I'm not a child! "Do I have to check up with you with every thing I do" I hissed. "What happened to your face it looks like tears burned your face." Tony said with a face smile on as he placed his hands on my shoulders.

I walked over to a metal slab on the table to check my reflection, scars that looked like cracks that ended one and half inches from my eyes. Each eye had a least three lines. I smiled "They'll fade they always do stark" I said fingering the lines near my eyes. "Wait those are tear lines, I think somethings wrong with your tears" he tried to joke laughing uneasy. I picked up my items and headed out the door with Tony following close by.

"So what happened that made toy feel the need to destroy an innocent coffee table and scare the flap Jacks out of wasp." Tony persisted. "That's none of your business Stark! I'm sure you have enough money to buy a new coffee table" I snapped and with that I left to my room slamming the door shut.

Worthless, is that what you want to be!... Only children cry, is that what toy want people to see you as?... You will be great only if you let me help you.

Tears threatened to fall but I willed them to stay and not fall, I'm not a child. "Um Zaida, it's Janet want to talk" I heard Janet high pitched voice pipe behind the door. Oh she is the bane of my existence. Lightning cackled at my finger tips. I went over to the door nob and when she wiggled it again I placed my electric hand on the nob and how she did squeal like a child. I fell to the food laughing hearing her run off.

Two hours went by with me just staring at the walls thinking, contemplating, and planning. Only to end up with nothing. I could ask for advice from another avenger but who, not Tony he's to sarcastic, not Thor he's hanging out with Jane his girl friend today, Clint ' s not that inspirational, that leaves Steve perfect. I stood up from the arm chair of thinking and started my search for Steve.

I wondered around looking for more time then I could count only to find every one had left to do some thing. They left without me, what kind of team leaves one member behind. This is definitely not the three musketeers.

There will be times when people will forget you and your power, that means you must remind them

That's it, it's official the voices are becoming more frequent. But why am I excluded, yes I'm the youngest, but am I the weakest no. What to do what to do with my free time? An idea hit me, but I'll need something from my old apartment. Steve won't mind if I borrow his motorcycle.

The lights were off and apartment was empty giving a strange haunted sense. It seems Louie took the offer fury made by getting himself a new home, good he deserves it. Bending down I pulled up some boards tell I found multiple objects wrapped in cloth. Unwrapping them all I laid then out before me, it was like seeing my childhood. There was a four purple leather books written in my native tongue, a set of small delicate daggers, a picture of my broken hope. Finally what had came for, a fencing sword that is sharp enough to cut iron layered with delicate vines on its case. Grabbing everything I rode back home.

I walked into the mansion with my sword tucked in my jacket and books in my hand, I quietly closed the door. "Where were you young lady" Clint said with his arms crossed. I sighed I thought they would still be gone. "Where did you guys go" I asked in the same tone. "Steve and Natasha are on some mission some thing to do with pirates taking one of our Fury's boats. Wasp and ant man went to pick up something from their old lab and me and Bruce went out for lunch and I have no idea Where tony went" he said shrugging.

"I went to the library" I said holding up my books. "You didn't really strike me as a reader" he said. "Well you didn't strike me as someone to just leave not telling me where every one left" I snapped at him. With that I left out to the garden. I sat in the center kneeling holding my sword. Drawing it I stood doing small motions gradually building up speed in my stances tell every movement was sharp and perfect. I remember doing this to calm my mind. Memories filled my head when I was truly happy.

My small ten year old body ached as I went through the stances that I learned by heart sense I could hold a sword. When I finished the sequence I stood in stance, I could hear him laugh lightly and clap. "Well done Zaida! Look at you, your sparking with energy." I looked at him I could see joy in his eyes so in that I was happy. It was these times when I would stay with dad that I has the happiest. He would teach how to wield a sword or dagger and he would praise my gift not shun it.

"Come here Zaida, I want to show you something" he said gesturing for me to follow which I did. My small foot steps echoed off the tall stone walls as I strode to keep up with him. He led me to his trophy room my favorite place, he tells me stories of his victories. "You must continue my legacy Zaida remember that, you have more power to wield as you choose then you know" he said placing a hand on my back I grinned at him "I will father".

The memories brought tears to my eyes, my legs failed me and I sat there crying hot tears down my cheeks as they created new scars. "I failed father, I failed" I whimpered. "Zaida are you alright" Clint asked stepping into the garden. I could only repeat what I had said before over and over again. "I failed" Clint came over helping me to my feet bringing me over to a bench and sat down with me. I just kept crying, shaking from grief.

"What do you mean you failed" he asked rubbing my back. I stopped they can't know the truth, we all have secrets and I have to keep mine. I stood "It's nothing you need to worry about, I'm fine" I turned and walked away. I'm an avenger but if my father confronts the avengers with war will start. But whose side would I choose when the time comes. But time is never a reliable source.

Running to my room and locking the door. I pulled out the photo of my father and I. He was dressed in his purple suit he could never take off and I was sitting on his lap on his throne. My dark hair was long back then and my eyes too big for my head. Then I looked at the picture me and the avengers took outside of the mansion the day we moved in, they are both my family. The books at my bedside called to me, to comfort me , to make the world were your family was the villain and your friends were the heroes. I opened the first book and read the first page that was in German, smiling I read. It wasn't a story, it was a journal and the first entry was wrote during the time of WWII. I started to read tell I came upon a passage that said, The thing about power is you must know is it you who's in control or are you just the weapon. Now only if I could say I knew the difference from being the weapon or fire power and in charge, but I cant