Ivy here.
So while I was with Black Widow, guess what Tony Stark was up to?
I walked in to see him and Dr. Banner looking at Mr. Stark's phone. They both looked at me with guilty expressions.
"So, what is so interesting about you to S.H.I.E.L.D.?" asked Mr. Stark. "I mean, I've seen what there is about you available on the internet. Impressive demonstration that last karate tournament, by the way."
My opponent had offered to let me win if I went on a date with him. I won without accepting his offer. For one, I'm waiting on dating until I can actually get married. Two, the guy was annoying anyhow, so it wasn't a particularly hard decision to make.
"You're a busy girl," continued Mr. Stark. "You've got karate, singing, ballet until recently, decent grades. But I can't seem to find anything that would be reason enough for you to be here."
I groaned. The whole ballet thing had not been my choice. Mom had wanted me to do it, and I had. For ten years, ever since I was five. I finally quit a few months before, though, after a boy from karate showed up to one of the recitals – his sister was in it with me – and seen me in a pink, frilly outfit. The next day, I had come into karate and had every boy in the class watching something on someone's cell phone. He'd posted a video on Youtube and emailed the link to everyone. Me, one the best black belts in the class and the only girl, dancing. I was also not particularly good at ballet. The whole incident was deeply humiliating and took them months to forget. I prayed Mr. Stark hadn't seen that video.
Sorry, went off on a tangent there.
"I thought you weren't supposed to ask me," I said.
"Yeah Stark. I thought you weren't supposed to ask her."
It was Captain America in full uniform, standing behind us. I practically jumped out of my skin. Captain America is, although not my favorite Avenger – a position forever held by Black Widow – quite near the top of the list.
"Hey, Spangles," said Mr. Stark. "Look what else we got assigned to doing? Baby sitting."
I was still in shock at seeing Captain America himself, otherwise that little comment probably would have ticked me off.
"Hi," I said, addressing the captain, unsure of what else to say.
"Hello." He looked a little surprised at seeing me.
"I'm Ivy Williams," I said.
"Captain Steve Rogers. Call me Cap." He studied me for another moment. "What are you doing on the helicarrier?" he asked. "Are you related to someone here at S.H.I.E.L.D.?"
"Question of the hour, Capsicle," said Mr. Stark. "Maybe she'll tell you. I can't get a word out of her."
"Mr. Stark…" I said. Just my being there might change the timeline to the point where the story would end differently. No need to risk it making any more changes. "I'm not allowed to tell you," I said, after a moment's pause. "And you won't find the reason why in anything on the internet. You are supposed to be finding the Tesseract, Mr. Stark, not any secrets I might have."