A/N : Fourth edited chapter today! Also, what do you think of the line breaks? Should I use them for all the chapters or use text (-_-_-_-_-, ~~~~~~,etc...) ?

Heather's POV

"Yes."

We answered at the same time, and that was that. Although I suspect Rogers had something to say, probably concerning my condition, and/or age.

The trip to the helicarrier was very quiet, Natasha had handed us each a tablet explaining the mission. I kept looking at Rogers, and if I'm completely honest, appreciating the view. I'm not one to gawk but there's no denying that the Captain is handsome. What can I say? I'm easily distracted. Plus, he's kind of my hero, so...

Our arrival proved to be a dilemma, for some reason or another we couldn't actually land and had to jump the final ten feet. Did I mention I hate heights? I can handle planes, helicopters, and all that other crap, but jumping ten feet to the ground? Like hell.

"Nat, how the heck do you expect me to jump with crutches? This humpty dumpty ain't gonna knit herself back together again." Maybe I can get out of this...

The spy pursed her lips, eyebrows scrunching together, I must have missed some silent conversation, because she grinned at the Captain and he nodded, stepping towards me, and scooping me up in his arms. Natasha grabbed my crutches. Uh oh.

"Captain! Don't you dare!"

Did he listen? No. He stepped right up to the damned edge.

If I hadn't been so shocked and scared I might have argued more. Instead I curled up, ignoring my pain and clutched at his shirt, knowing exactly what he was planning. Natasha looked a little guilty, but mostly just amused.

"If I die from a heart attack I'm blaming y-!"

My lungs suddenly lacked air, all of it leaving me in a breathless scream. A moment later his feet landed on the ground. Rogers had the audacity to smile. He. Smiled. A sweet, I'm-sorry-blue-puppy-eyes-smile.

That's it.

My hand snaked up and smacked him across the face. He half dropped me in shock, Natasha grabbed me under the arm and hauled me back. A bit of blood smeared on his jacket, mine. I ignored Natasha as she asked if I was okay, and instead started to rant at the poor soldier towering over me.

"Rogers if you ever do that again I will rip your arm off and beat you with it! If you're lucky I may reattach it in the proper place!"

Steve's eyes widened to the size of saucers, then proceeded to gingerly state what he assumed to be fact.

"Uh, ma'am, I don't thinks that's possible..."

I grinned evilly, and he actually looked frightened, "There are ways Captain. There are ways."

Agent Hill approached us, a slightly amused expression on her face "If you all are quite finished, we need to head over to be debriefed, Fury is not very patient."

A normal 16 year old might have felt embarrassed, but I just nodded, snatched up my crutches, and started limping in the right direction. The others followed, and eventually we made it, it's funny how after my episode with the dear Capsicle no one dared to even walk in front of me. I'm not sure whether I should be pleased or disappointed. Wimps.

Also, I had demoted Rogers to my dad's favorite nickname, Capsicle, for him in my mind.

I was punishing him, he just didn't know it.

When we arrived Fury started rant, not that this was unnatural, "What took you so long? Y-"

Yeah, then he saw me. Fury chuckled wryly, "Never mind. What exactly happened to you, Ms. Stark? And why was I not informed? Still looking for trouble?"

I rolled my eyes and heaved an overly dramatic sigh "Fury darling,"

He frowned deeply at this.

"I do not believe having the room in which you are standing blow up unexpectedly, and thereafter being tossed through several walls by the Hulk counts as looking for trouble."

I may have overdone it with the sarcasm, but what can I say? I am my father's daughter.

The director now looked slightly concerned though the average person may not see it at once, "How did the explosion happen?"

To this I had no answer, after all, I didn't really know all that much about it. Better to be thought a dumb kid that to speak and remove all doubt. To my surprise, Capsicle took over for me, and he looked a bit guilty to boot.

"Our mission lead us away and we left the tower unprotected. When the target disappeared we headed back to HQ and discovered the Hulk tearing the place up. A bomb planted by the target set him off, and Heather was in the same room at the time. He threw her through a few walls, and we didn't' find her till it was nearly too late."

Okay, he was once again Rogers. No longer Capsicle.

Fury stared us down for a few minutes, his eyes ghosting over the blood smeared on Rogers jacket, I'm not even sure if the Captain had noticed yet, then shook his head, "Anyway, your new mission. Captain, we have discovered a whole organization being operated by your team's current target, the Fallen Angel. They are making alarmingly accurate, and fully functional replicas of Hydra weapons. You will infiltrate the base with and help her reach the control room. You will then stand guard as she hacks the system, Romanoff will handle your extraction. The mission was scheduled for tomorrow. Given your condition Heather we'll hold off till I get a full report of your medical status. his mission can take place no later than next week, or we'll lose our opening."

Rogers, who had seemed extremely troubled when Hydra was brought up, now looked a bit irritated "Sir, this is too dangerous, Heather's injuries won't heal in a week. And why aren't the other members of the team on this?"

Excuse me, Capsicle?

Fury silenced my protests with a raised hand, and turned to Capsicle, "She will be under your care during the mission, I trust you can protect her, even with her disadvantages, and I'm sure she would agree. As for the rest of the team, Thor is unequipped for stealth operations,, Barton is on another mission, Dr. Banner is out of the question, and so is Iron Man."

You go Fury! Way to be rational, I am in awe of your patients. I would have simply beat him until he saw it my way, stubborn load of muscle that he is.

"But sir, Tony would be able to do the job just as well, if not better and he has more experience!"

Ouch. You know how some people say certain words from certain people can hurt just as much as any physical injury? I may start believing that. After all, how many times am I supposed to hear that I will always be less that my father, and that he doesn't care if I'm not more? Hearing it from my childhood hero kind of adds to the pain. Even if he doesn't really know me.

I felt my shoulders slump, and I blinked away tears, I hurried out of the room, catching Steve's shocked gaze before disappearing out into the hall.

I need a coffee. Or maybe something stronger...

General POV

"But sir, Tony would be able to do the job just as well, if not better and he has more experience!"

Steve wasn't entirely sure what he had said wrong, but when he saw the shocked and angry glare Natasha sent his way, he knew he had messed up. He turned to see Heather leave the room quickly, and their eyes met briefly, she looked utterly crushed.

"Nice going Captain."

Natasha's voice practically dripped venom.

Steve's eyebrows drew together, "What did I say?"

The Russian rubbed her temples, then started to speak in a calm voice, "Heather has spent most of her life trying to be better that Tony, trying to be 'worthy' of his attention. That complete and utter child has never given her a second thought. He knows nothing about that girl, or what she's been through, and neither do you, so do us all a favor and keep your mouth shut next time!"

Steve looked ashamed, but Natasha had had enough of people carelessly hurting Heather with their words. Her voice trembled slightly, and her glare weakened as she stared slightly past Steve, remembering.

"You want experience?"

Romanoff took a deep breath, hoping she wasn't making a mistake by sharing this.

"Ask her about the time she went missing for a month. No one even noticed."