Summary: The Priors have five family members: Natalie, Andrew, Caleb, Beatrice and Antoinette. The adopted daughter of the Priors isn't like anybody in her faction; she's not even from that time period. But when she's told she's "divergent", she's thrust in a familiar life style. fem!Tony Stark. Smart Alack! Sassy! Kind of a bitch! Toni. Peter/Toni/Four

Megan Fox plays Toni Prior/Antoinette Stark

In my History class I sit next to my older sister and a small Amity girl named Alyssa. I'm taller than both of them, even if I take off my shoes. It was actually a surprise to see that the Erudite boy was taller than me.

They speak of how the factions were set apart after the war. (Which nobody but me knew what was about. It was about the greediness of one Nicolas J. Fury.) Erudite valued knowledge. Abnegation valued selflessness. Amity valued kindness and harmony. Candor valued truthfulness. Finally, Dauntless valued bravery and courageousness.

That's what they told us over and over again til it was imprinted in our minds.

It was like Harry Potter all over again. Dauntless was Gryffindor. Abnegation and Amity was Hufflepuff. Erudite was Ravenclaw and Candor was Slytherin. They told us that again before they sent us to do our aptitude test.

Abnegation was fourth to last as usual and I stood up. My sister was biting her lip, face flushed, as she once again tripped and someone laughed loudly at her. I gritted my teeth.

Whenever something like this happened or Caleb stopped me from kicking some jackass's fucking ass, I could heard Pepper laugh, You were always too noble and strong for your own good, Tone.

My chest felt like it was caving in. I shook it off.

I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine.

My sister stood next to me as we lined up to the doors. She cast me a nervous stare and I smiled warmly to reassure her. She relaxed. I turn my head back as the door popped open and I walked into the room. '

The inner walls are mirrors. Just mirrors and I can see myself. My usually tan self pale, my eyes tense and nervous, my gray shirt loose and ugly and on my chest.

I inhale sharply.

"Take a seat." My attention flicked to the woman standing next to a chair that looked eerily like a doctor's bed. My throat clamps up. "It's doesn't hurt." The woman adds. She's pretty, Asian with grey streaked dark hair. She's wearing a black blazer and jeans. A Dauntless.

I want to say I strutted up confidently to the chair but alas I cannot. I stumbled to the chair and nearly tripped over a piece of equipment.

"I'm Tori." She says, turning around. I can see a black hawk tattooed on her neck. Definitely Dauntless, I think to myself.

"Why the hawk?" I question. She straightens up and turns, a glint I can't decipher in her dark eyes.

"Never met a curious Abnegation before." She says loosely.

"I like to think of myself as unique." I rose an eyebrow. Tori smiles. Accomplishment! I'm so proud of my amazing self.

"In some parts of the ancient world, the hawk symbolized the sun." Tori says, turning back to the wires. Ancient Egypt, I think remembering as a child, reading book after book of Ancient Egypt til the librarian had to literally throw me out of the library. "Back when I got this, I figured if I always had the sun on me, I wouldn't be afraid of the dark." I keep my eyes on her.

"You're not scared of the dark anymore." I say.

"No. My tattoo reminds me of the fear I've overcome." She says, attaching wires to my forehead, then hers. My throat closes up.

Breathe. If you can kick the god of thunder's ass in Mario Kart, you can do this dumb as fuck test.

"Drink this." Tori says, handing a vial of clear liquid. My heart jumps and I laugh shakily.

"Drugging me. I didn't take you as the kind." She rolls her eyes at my snarky comment and gives me a harsh stare. "Alright, alright, alright, don't get your panties in a twist, lady." I grumbled before downing it in one gulp.

My eyes close.

When they open, I am no longer in the room. I am in SHIELD Headquarters Cafeteria. My nose wrinkles when I smell the nasty smells of "Mystery Meat". The walls are still a dull brown with brown and grey tiles under my feet. I'm in front of two tables. One has a hunk of cheese. The other a knife.

"Choose." A quiet voice, feminine, says behind me.

"Don't tell me what to do." I snap.

"Choose." She mimics herself.

"Why do I need them?" I demanded, blue eyes flashing harshly.

"Fine." The woman's voice hisses. "Have it your way." The tables disappear and I hear a growl.

Fuck.

I slowly turn where a dog is growling. I eye him. He isn't big. I could easily overpower him... He snaps his sharp teeth...but risk my beautiful face? Nah.

The dog inches forward, coming closer. My heart thumps. Then I remembered something Bruce had said so many years ago.

"Dogs smell fear. Never show fear. If you have to, go into a submission form. Kneel and bare your neck for them."

I scowled but dropped down on both knees and let my head fall. All I see is the horrible tiles and my dark curls in my vision. I shut my eyes and for the first time in 16 years, I feel pure adrenaline fueled sweat drip from my forehead onto the floor.

I stop when I feel a wet sensation on my cheek. I look up. The dog licked me.

"So you aren't gonna kill me." I rose an eyebrow to the dog. The dog barked happily, dropping his paw and head onto my lap. I glared at it. "I had a dog once. It shed everywhere. Stupid Tiny." I grumbled, remembering Tiny well. He was huge, a St. Bernard. Died after I gave him too much chocolate.

To be fair, I was 6.

I stand up, grimacing as I shake off my now asleep foot. The dog whimpers, tilting his head to the right, big brown eyes staring up at me sadly.

I'm getting a dog after all this shit's over. I'm getting a dog and I will name him/her Pepper.

"Real vicious, aren't you?" I teased the animal who sulked.

I blink and when I open my eyes, a child is standing across the room. My smile disappears. She's me when I was 8 years old. Soft brown hair's pulled into a braid and her blue eyes were sparkling. She wore a pair of blue jeans and a long sleeved shirt purple shirt.

Purple like Maria Stark and Howard Stark purple not Grey like Abnegation grey. My heart drops as she giggles, putting her hand to her lips and the sleeves slip down, revealing the long scars and purple and blue bruises.

"Puppy!" She squealed. Her smile disappears and turns to fear as the dog growls and bounds towards her. My eyes widen and I run after them, picking up speed and I tackle the dog, straight into the floor, shutting my eyes.

I open my eyes and I'm on the subway. 21st century New York subway. I'm hanging onto a pole in front of a man with scarred hands. He's holding a newspaper so I can see the front cover but not his face. On the cover is a full length picture of a tall, muscular man with blond hair. Underneath him in big black letters is the world, 'WANTED.'

"Do you know this man?" Newspaper Man says in a monotone voice. I stare at the picture of Steve and I shake my head.

"No idea."

He glares at me and taps the headline, "FORMER HERO KILLS FAMILY OF 3'.

Then I realize something.

This. Isn't. Real.

Steve Rodgers would rather kill himself than ever kill a innocent person.

"Well, do you?" He's angry now.

I lean forward, lips curled into a haughty sneer, "No. No, I do not."

He finally stands up and I see his face. He wears sunglasses and he's angry. His hair is bronze and cut short and his face is also scarred. "You're lying."

"No." I say.

"YES!"

''No. I have no idea who the man is."

"You do know." He snarls, leaning so close I can smell cigarette smoke and liquor on him.

I set my jaw. "No." I say, bitch facing him. "I don't."

I wake to a the mirror room. "Morning." I say sarcastically as Tori comes from behind me, lips pressed together. "Well, what's my score?"

"It was...inconclusive..." Tori says slowly.

I frown. "Is that possible?"

Tori nods looking tense. "It's unusual but not impossible. In each stage of the simulation, it rules out one or more factions. Yours only ruled out two: Amity and Erudite."

"What do I do now?" I said, swinging my legs over the chair and glaring at her. "This was supposed to tell what to do!"

"Very few people get this result, you must understand. Those who get it are called Divergent. This is very important." She says, walking to me and putting her hands on my shoulder. "Do not tell anyone what's happened today. Do you understand?"

I nodded. "Got it."

"Go home early. Say the serum made you sick." I bite my lip. "Good luck, Ms. Prior." I frown up at her and make my way to the door. I'll need lots of luck.