I don't own Marvel. Period! This might come out slower because I'm writing a few more fics along with this one, so I hope ya'll enjoy it!

New York City, Main Street, Abandoned warehourse, 1300 hours, Five days after kidnapping

Maryah was focusing hard, the constant throbbing in her head growing as she did. The constant fact that she, MARYAH FREAKING STARK, was captured by the two most dimwhitted engineers in the world shocked her. It even made her seem stupid. Scott had told her that if she could tap into the panel outside their cell to disable the force field, then they could escape the , that's exactly what she was doing.

And it was hard.

"Damn!" she muttered, putting her hands on her head and gripping it tight. A migrane formed through her scalp. "I can't do this!"

Scott stirred next to her as he woke to the sudden words. He'd usually been a light sleeper, now more than ever since he'd been captured, and always looked for those struggling. "You okay?" he asked groggily.

"I think so." she muttered, shaking her head. "Just a bit of a headache. It'll go away soon, I hope, if the Hammer's idiots decide not to test me today."

He nodded, looking up to the force field. "I think your luck isn't good today." She looked behind, also, to see two large, heavily built guards coming towards the door. They looked at each other, then at the two in the cell and pointed to Maryah. "The jar-heads want you."

The door opened, and the two guards grabbed her. She was slung out the door, the guards gripping her forearms tightly together. Suddenly, a pang hit her like a hurricane, a beeping she had heard in the panel closing into her mind. Pursuing it, she tried to trigger the clicking into turning for her. Then, something clicked behind her and a sound like a force field going down was evident.

She stopped abruptly, then, causing the guards to also stop. She summoned a fire extinguisher to both guard in the head, knocking them unconscius and setting her free. Footsteps came next to her, familiar hands wrapping around her waist to hoist her up.

"Come on, let's get out of here!" whipsered Scoot, releasing his rays on the door infront of him. It blew up, a blasting sound shaking the whole warehouse if event the whole entire block.

Then an alarm sounded.

"She's gone, obviously! Why can't we just send a search party We need to send one!" screamed the enraged Pepper, her voice sore from the many tears she shed. The stress/fear of her daughter being gone took a huge toll on her. It made her stop eating, get less sleep, and stop drinking. She didn't look healthy, and all noticed.

"No, Pep," said Hawkeye, or Clint Barton, as he looked at the woman, "you need food and water. Oh, and sleep! This isn't healthy! And, if she's anything like Tony, she'll find a way out with that amazing mind of hers."

Pepper glared daggers at the man. If looks could kill, this would destroy an entire nations worth of people. "No, I don't need that! I need to find my damn daughter, and if any of you so called 'super heroes' can't find a way to do that, then I'm just gonna do it myself!"

"Pepper Potts," said Thor, his long Asgardian hair tyed back with a strip of leather, "you need to calm down. I can have Heimdall see if she can find her once I visit Asgard later this day if that pleases you."

She looked more enraged than possible. "No," she seethed, her blue eyes filled with anger, "but thank you for the offer."

Nick Fury sat back and watched the whole situation carry on infront of him. Not only were his men and Pepper arguing about her and Tony's daughter's safety, but they were arguing on rescuing the greatest power he had even come in contact with. He knew the extent of her power, even had Tony start building a suit so she could protect herself better. Who would want to fight in a t-shirt and jeans? His eyes drifted to Tony, who had uncharacteristically remained quite during the whole blow out. Tony's hair was in more disarray than usual, the curls sticking out in one too many ways.

"This isn't helping anything!" argued the Black Widow, or Natasha Romanov. "We need to start arguing and come up with a game plan before she gets moved, if she hasn't already! Also, this isn't really helping her safety! It's-it's...ridiculous!" All looked at her, eyes a bit wide. "Well, it's true!"

Steve Rogers, or Captain America, shook his head. "We know it isn't helping! But what can we do?"

"Well," said Tony, piping up a bit, "the only thing we really can do is to wait for an answer to knock, literaly, on our front door. If we actually want to save her, then we need to build a plan, not just act rationally. Now, I'm probably not one to say it, but being rational at this specific situation is key to actually doing something!" People silenced at this, letting the words sink into their brains. "I can still silence a crowd, Boo Yah!"

Pepper rolled her eyes and sighed. "As much as I hate to admit it, Tony's right. We do need to wait for the right opportunity to strike back at whoever captured her, and I think-"

A guard came running in, face flustered. "Sir! T-I-You-" he stuttered, scratching the back of his head lightly. His name was Kevin Marcus, a young twenty-year-old who had been going through a lot of training recently. His ability was weird, really. Mimicking voices.

"Spit it out, boy." grumbled Fury, looking at the youngin with a knowing eye.

Kevin nodded. "Umm...right. Well, that girl, you know, Maryah Po-Stark. Yeah, she's outside with that X-men guy that was supposed killed by his fiance'." He scratched his head subconsciously again, nervous eyes looking down at the floor. "I had Private Peters bring them to the infirmary, because both looked like they just fought in a war."

"Was it Scott Summers?" asked Fury, the knowing eye still on the boy.

He nodded. "Yeah, I think so."

Fury stood, nodding at the Avengers and Pepper. "Take me to them."