Here's the next chapter! So, I haven't seen Iron Man 3, or Thor: The Dark World, but I get the drift of Thor. So this is slightly AU. Erase the events from Iron Man 3 from your mind please. Anyway, enjoy!

I do not own The Avengers. I do not own any characters from Marvel. I only own My OC's.

As my confession fills the elevator the small space becomes dead silent. Then Mr. Stark's laughter fills it and I can do nothing but stare at him in annoyance. Yep, should've been expecting that one. I roll my eyes, adjusting my duffle bag strap on my shoulder.

"Yea, funny," I mutter, "Can you control yourself for a second?"

"Sorry, kid, but after so many times of this happening you gotta laugh at it." Tony replies, running a hand through his hair.

"Tony," Pepper scolds.

"You have other sons?" I raise an eyebrow at him as the doors ding and slide open, revealing a beautiful living room, probably the size of my home.

"No, because they all turn out to be liars or their mothers all turn out to be liars." He points an accusing finger at me.

"I'm getting off, Tony." Pepper says walking out of the elevator and into the lounge area. "Have fun with your guest." She says smiling at Tony.

He lets out an irritated sigh and tugs on my bag so I reach next to him by the back of the elevator.

"If I tell you my mom's name will you even remember it?" I ask, already knowing the answer.

"Probably not," He says casually, "But just so you know you're taking up my precious time, because now we need to take a paternity test so you don't sue me, or something equally scandalous."

"I can tell this happens a lot."

"You have no idea… What's your name?" Tony looks casual enough. He's acting like I'm not his son, and he probably really believes I'm not. To be honest, it's going to be really embarrassing if my mom was just lying to get me out of the house and off her back.

"Luis. I told you earlier."

"Yea, right, Luis. What happened to you anyway kid, trying to make me feel bad for you?" He asks, gesturing to my face.

I can't help but snort, "Yea. You caught on to my master plan." Sarcasm is practically dripping off my words.

"Like I said, it's happened before. I wouldn't be surprised." With those words the elevator dings once again, and this time the doors open to reveal a white lab room that smells strongly like a doctor's office. I crinkle my nose. I've always hated that smell.

"Come on, Luis. Let's get this over with. Banner! You in here?"

"Banner?" I can't believe my ears. Sure, I knew the rest of the Avengers lived here – with the exception of Thor – but I never expected to interact with them. At least, not so soon.

"Tony? Wasn't expecting you to be up here." A voice replies, and out steps a ruffled looking Bruce Banner. Dressed in a green (ha) button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and a pair of tan slacks. Hair ruffled and glasses sagging, it looks like he's been in here awhile.

"Yea, well, surprise. Anyway, I got a kid here who says he's mine, and I want to get this over with as quickly as possible so that I could get back to Pep." He explains quickly, shrugging off his suit jacket and unbuttoning his shirt to show a white wife-beater underneath.

Bruce looks only mildly surprised as he glances my way, "Got yourself into quite the mess huh, Tony?" He busies himself with digging through a draw and pulling out two syringes.

"Don't these take, like, days?" I drop my bag and sit on the stool next to Tony.

Stark gives me a look like I'm slow, "I'm Tony Stark. I have the highest grade technology out there, don't-."

"Got it." I reply cooly, cutting him off.

He narrows his eyes, "Smartass. Might as well enjoy the little time you have left in the company of celebrities. You're going to be out of here soon, and then I'm going to have a nice drink. Maybe two. Five at the most."

"Trying to cut back?" I ask, hooking my feet on the rail of the stool. Bruce looks up at us as he pulls on a pair of latex gloves.

"Let's start with you." He nods toward me. I stay silent as he walks over and swabs the area at the crook of my elbow. "This will sting. Just a bit." He gives no warning as he presses the needle into my skin and pulling back the plunger, extracting a dark crimson liquid.

I don't even notice the sting. I watch, almost, transfixed as my blood is pulled from my body. Wow, that's a little morbid. Well, maybe a lot morbid. He extracts the needle and places it on a sterile cloth and placing a bandage over the area on my arm.

He repeats the same process on Tony with ease, and I can tell that he's been doing this awhile. Not much is known about Bruce Banner. He's the Hulk. He broke Harlem. Then he smashed during the Battle of New York. Something about Gamma radiation and science stuff. I don't know, but he's still my second favorite Avenger. Second only to Hawkeye. Sorry Dad.

Tony talks to Bruce while the latter fills viles with the blood and places both in a machine. "It'll take five, maybe, ten minutes for it to say." He tells us as he strips his hands off the gloves and flexes his fingers.

"Who's your mom?" Tony suddenly asks, but then quickly adds, "For the sake of asking, of course. Maybe I remember her."

"You don't even believe I'm your son."

"Let's say I'm humoring you."

"Thanks." I say as sarcastically as possible. "Valentina Enriquez. I'm fifteen."

He pauses for a minute, and then he gets a distant look in his eyes, like he just flew a thousand miles away. For a second, I'm filled with a relied and hope. Maybe, he does remember her. Maybe, this process just got a lot easier.

Then, the moment is over, and Tony breaks the silence, "Nope. Doesn't ring a bell. Sorry."

"I don't think he expected it too." Bruce comments as he idles in front if the machine.

Tony merely shrugs and I lean against the stainless steel table in front of me. This isn't going how I expected it to go. No, correction. It isn't going like how I hoped it to go. I had expected this, but I hoped that it would be, I don't know, I happier?

That he would remember my mom. Maybe talk about how much of an amazing person she was, and I can tell him that she still is. That he would embrace me and all the sudden things would be like the Brady Bunch. No, my life is too cruel for all of that.

I rest my head against the table as their idle chatting fills my ears. Something about machines or biology, hell, I don't know. I'm better at math than science. My ribs are killing me and I squeeze my eyes shut to handle the pain better. It feels like a rock is crushing me, and I just want it to stop.

A ringing noise fills the air, and I practically shoot up off the stool. I probably would have if it didn't feel like an elephant was dancing on my abdominal area.

"What's it say?" I ask, dread filling me. Oh God, Oh God, what if she was lying. What if she was mistaken? Where the fuck am I going to go? I'll probably die if I go home. A slow beeping fills the air as the machine prints out the results.

Tony is already buttoning up his shirt again, like he's ready to go already, but he's just waiting for the okay.

Bruce studies the sheet, before pushing up his glasses and re-reading.

"What's the conclusion, doc?" Tony picks up his jacket and shrugs it on.

"Positive." Bruce says in astonishment.

Tony freezes, "What does that mean? Positive?"

"It means he's your son, Tony." Bruce looks at him with a look of shock and disbelief. If Bruce looks shocked, than Tony looks positively terrified as he snatches the paper out of Bruce's hand a reads it over, his face paling.

"You've got to be shitting me." Tony drags a hand down his face before finally looking at me. He stares at me like he's just looked at me. All this time, he's treated me like just some kid. An annoyance. A problem that needed fixing. Now, he looks at me like I'm not even real. I don't know which is worse.

"If you're waiting for an apology," I say, only slightly bitterly, "You're not going to get one."

Tony remains silent, studying the sheet. My heart clenches and for a moment I think he really was waiting for an apology.

"Tony," Bruce breaks the tense silence, "What are you going to do?"

"Where you from, kid?" Tony asks suddenly.

I jump startled, and then wince, a hand automatically going up to cradle my aching ribs. "Spanish Harlem. Born and raised."

Tony nods, "Family?"

"You," I say dryly. His eye twitches if only slightly. A rage builds up in me, seemingly out of nowhere, and I'm angry all of the sudden. I keep pushing; because that's the only way I can react right now. I'm angry, and usually when that happens I tend to get sarcastic, nasty, and all I want to do is push people away.

"You, Pepper, now, Oh! And that kid you've got on the way. Let's see the Avengers are probably my uncles now. Does that make Loki my uncle to? Wow, always thought I had a crazy family. Oh-!"

"Stop! Do you know how serious this is?" Tony asks, clearly annoyed.

"No, why don't you tell me, dad."I practically spit.

Tony stares for a second before shaking his head and letting out a bitter chuckle. "I don't know why I didn't see it before. There's no doubt you're my kid."

"That's a bad thing, right?"

"No," he says quietly. I look up at him, surprised. "Answer me. Answer me seriously."

I sigh, "My mom, step-dad, two twin sisters."

"Are they mine, too?" Tony asks, rather dumbly.

I snort, "No. They're the spawn of my bastard of a step-dad."

Tony looks relieved, "Well, um, now what?"

I look at him in disbelief, "You're asking me?"

"Sorry, but it's not every day that I find out I have a kid. I got to talk to your mom."

"No!" I jump up immediately, and then end up crumpling to the floor, white hot pain, flashing through me.

Tony and Bruce rush over, almost automatically. "What's wrong?" Bruce asks with his best doctor voice.

"Ribs," I grit out. I lift up my shirt showing the crappy, but good enough bandage job.

"Duct tape?" Tony asks astonished. He looks at me like I'm insane. "You used Duct tape? What was the Scotch Tape all gone. Why don't you super glue the gauze to your body then cut it off?"

"Listen, not all of us can afford medical tape." I snap.

"It's like ten dollars."

"Like I said. Ay! Watch it, man!"

Bruce looks apologetic, "Sorry, but I have to get this off to treat you properly. What happened, anyway?"

"Steel toe boots." I say automatically.

"How did you get kicked with steel toe boots?" Tony asks with a raised eyebrow.

"I live in a bad neighborhood." It's not a lie.

An hour later Bruce had concluded that they're not broken, just bruised, thank God. He fixes them, not with duct tape, but with real medical supplies. He even gives me something to numb the pain. All while Tony grilled me on my life story. How old am I? (I'd already told him, but whatever.) What state was I born in? Etc.

It was only when he got to how my family life was that I faltered. "Good." Is all I say; it's all I can manage to say.

"That sounded convincing. Is that why I can't talk to your mom?" Tony leans back in his chair, feet propped up against another chair.

I run a hand through my hair as I begin to put on my shirt. "I can't go home, okay? They don't want me there." Not a lie. "My mom told me to get out, and find my father. This is my only option." Still not really a lie.

"What did you do that got you kicked out?" Tony raises an eyebrow.

Talked back. "They were just sick of me. If you call them they'll be all over your money. Suing you for kidnapping or some shit." Manny would be, at least. My mom wants nothing to do with Tony Stark.

"So you need to stay here?"

"If you'll let me, Stark. Even for a little while. Two weeks maybe." I slide gingerly off the bed in the sterile white room.

He takes a deep breath, "Yea. Let's try to keep it on the down low, though. The press will have a fucking field day if this got out. Along with every other baddie from here all the way to the nine realms."

"Wait – so you're going to let me stay?" I ask, surprised. I was sure he would just kick me out, pay me off to keep quiet, and send me off with a bottle of champagne and maybe a hooker. That just seemed like Tony Stark's way of life.

"I can't just kick you out." Ha. "Son of a Bitch Pep's going to be pissed." Tony drags a hand down his face. "I need to get drunk."

Bruce sends him a look before picking up his jacket, "Well, I'm going to bed. If I were you Tony I would tell the rest of the team that we have a guest." He gives us each a nod before disappearing.

Tony stands too. "Come on. I'll show you your room. It'll be on my level. I would advise you not to try to go on any other floors. Stark Towers is currently holding two master assassins', the world's first superhero, and a Hulk."

"Sounds like a party," I muse.

"You would think. Until you decide it would be funny to take Legolas' bow to see if you can use it and end up not being able to walk for a week." Tony scratches his head as he boards the elevator after me.

"Sounds like a personal problem." I reply.

As we make it to his personal floor I realize that it's even bigger than I thought. Modern furniture, granite bars, crystal chandeliers. Oh yea, Tony Stark was one for luxury.

We walk down a hallway and approach a white door made out of some sort of glass, plastic, maybe? It slides open and I can only manage to gape. The inside of the room is chic, modern. A giant, round, blue bed is in the middle of the room. White walls and a white floor. A dresser and desk litter the room, made of the same plastic glass as the sliding door. Not to mention, a whole other door that leads to my own bathroom.

"Maldito." I mumble under my breath.

Tony stands, somewhat awkwardly in the door, "Well, night then. We'll talk more tomorrow. Right now I got to go get yelled at by my pregnant wife."

I can only manage to nod as he leaves the door sliding shut behind him. After moments of staring I let out a whoop of satisfaction before jumping on the bed. Landing on my back and staring up at the ceiling a grin on my face.

Yea, this is going to be an interesting two weeks.

Well, how did you like it? Next chapter the chaos begins, and by that I mean Luis meets The Avengers and redecorates. Review please! Tell me if you guys like Luis, because I don't usually write OC's.