A/N: Just keep writing. Writing. Writing. What do we do? We like to wri-i-i-i-ite.

General POV

A half hour later

The Avengers arrived at Stark Towers to find most of the labs destroyed, and the Hulk making his way through the rest of the building. Thor and Hawkeye quickly left to calm him down while the others assessed the damage. Steve kicked at a piece of rubble, eyebrows furrowing at the extent of the destruction.

A beeping phone cut through the resigned silence and their eyes turned to Natasha, who hastily answered the call.

She frowned upon hearing the speaker, and informed Tony and Steve what was going on "It's Hawkeye, they've gotten Bruce to calm down, but he can't remember much of anything before or after an explosion. He says he lost it when a bomb went off over there."

She pointed to what Steve assumed might have once been a corner. The signature of the bomber lay in the remnants of the bomb. A pair of ashen wings decorated the walls. This was the third bomb the blackguard had detonated, and no contact had been made. The press gave him the title Fallen Angel. SHIELD assigned Natasha and Clint the case, and the rest of the team insisted on helping.

The Captain's jaw clenched and he continued studying a rather odd hole that was mirrored through several walls in adjacent rooms.

Both Steve and Natasha jumped when Tony laughed harshly "That son of a-"

A look from Natasha made the genius reword his statement hastily, oddly enough, she wasn't much of one to tolerate swearing unless it was really serious, and if Tony was cursing, it probably wasn't.

"Bison? Oh come on, he attacked my tower."

"Not an excuse. Damn-"

The curse came from the red-haired Russian, snatching her hand back from a live wire.

Tony was now jumping up and down, theatrically holding a hand over his mouth and pointing at her.
"You said a bad word! You said a bad word! You-. Oof!"

A solid smack from Natasha finally silenced the billionaire's childish dramatics, and she walked towards the door "The bomb squad will be here soon to try and piece things together, you need to leave. I will not have a repeat of last week's dramatics."

"What? They were terrible at their jobs, which isn't my fault!" Tony argued as he followed her out.

Once they had left Steve snorted and returned to the strange aperture in the wall, placing a hand on one side he carefully pulled himself into the next room, but when he moved his hand he realized it left a print on the wall. A red one. Blood.

Steve cursed and rushed through the next two openings, finally finding the source. A young woman was crouched in a heap against the wall. Steve shouted for help, alerting the others to his finding, trying frantically to wake her.

"Ma'am? Can you hear me?"

The woman, teenager, he corrected himself noticing her youth, groaned in response, and opened her eyes, blinking several times. Steve inspected her visible wounds gently, finding they were minimal, it was when he turned her over that he saw the true extent of her injuries and grimaced. Several large pieces of glass and metal were buried in her back. He tried to halt the growing pool of blood as best he could, gently brushing her hair from her face. Finally help arrived and she was taken to the sick bay.

When Steve was sure she was taken care of he headed up to "HQ" as they called it. HQ was really just a hyped up living room in his opinion. Bruce had probably heard what had happened and would start blaming himself, something the Captain didn't want for any member of his team, regardless of how wary he was of Bruce's abilities. He entered the room and frowned, lost as to what was going on.

Bruce was arguing, with Tony while Thor, Hawkeye and Natasha watched apprehensively from the sidelines.

"What is going on here?"

Steve's stern voice rippled through the air, nearly every one jumped.

"Well?"

Bruce glared at Tony, "I threw his daughter through several walls! And he doesn't give a decent God damn-"

The doctor cut himself off, taking a deep breath, getting his anger under control. "You know what, forget it. Your kid, I won't preach to you about how to raise her, but would it kill you to show some compassion? To care?"

Tony went to answer, an angry expression on his face, but Bruce was already at the elevator.

"Where are you going?" Tony asked, barely contained anger coating his voice.

"Someone should be there when she wakes up. If she wakes up."

When the elevator doors closed a tense silence overcame the room. The anger seemed to leave Tony in a rush, and he sighed, "I know I'm not a great father, but she never really needed me. It's not that I don't care, she's just better off without me. For that matter, she doesn't even like me."

Thor tilted his head "What are you talking about? Did not Heather ask for you this morning? She been doing so for several days?"

Tony shook his head "She probably just wanted to go to some party, which, I've told her before, she doesn't have to ask."

Clint snorted, eyebrow raised "When is the last time you talked to her?"

Tony thought for a moment "A few days ago when she hacked into my private satellite and changed every password in it."

Hawkeye rolled his eyes "So the only time you actually talk to her is when she annoys you."

The billionaire gave the assassin an indignant look as he walked over to the bar and poured himself a drink, "Not true! I talked to her last week, she phoned me asking where the Stark Industries Conference was to be held this year."

Natasha shook her head, muttering something to the effect of Oh my God.

"You know absolutely nothing about her. I know more about our daughter than you do."

Steve looked like he was uncomfortable, he hadn't known Tony even had a kid, it wasn't like he talked about it. Not that Steve and Tony carried on a lot of conversations. Or any notable ones at all really.

Tony in the meantime shook his head at Natasha,"Yeah right, and how would you know so much about her?"

The Russian spy huffed, "I've spent more time with your daughter in the past two weeks than you have her entire life! She's been working at SHIELD since last year!"

Everyone looked astonished, except Hawkeye, while Tony choked on his alcohol "What?"

Natasha's laugh was devoid of humor "Case in point."

She retreated from the room gracefully, as everyone tried to wrap their minds around what she had said.