Hi everyone, this Mikoto Bloom. Okay I don't own Marvel or the Avengers or Captain America or anything you might familiar with. So I'll only put in the main parts in it and skip to the chase a bit. I only saw the movies Thor, Captain America, the Avengers, and Captain America: The Winter Solider. I haven't seen any of the other movies, though I did some research and saw some scenes on , the timeline may alter a bit. So, bear with me. And if you have any more information, please let me know.

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Wednesday, October 12th

The next couple of days after my father's funeral has been a blur. Even though my mind and body was going on auto-pilot, I was aware what was happening. Answering questions, packing what I needed, the traveling etc. I try to put on my best face so I don't have to worry anybody. Although, it's hard trying to keeping in what I'm truly feeling.

The next thing I knew I was sitting in the backseat looking at the passing scenery through the window.

"Miss Brisby? Did you hear what I just said?" asked Mr. Montrose, the social worker.

"Sorry Mr. Montrose, my mind left me. What is it you were telling me?" I asked.

Mr. Montrose sighed, "I was saying that we're near our destination."

"Where are we going?" I asked.

Mr. Montrose sighed irritated, "We're heading to Malibu, California. To see your godfather. Hopefully he will take you in."

That caught my attention, "I have a godfather?" I asked.

Mr. Montrose looked at me through the review mirror, raising his eyebrows, "You didn't know you have a godfather?"

I shook my head, "My daddy would've told me. Who is he?" My mind immediately played a scene from Disney's Cinderella where Cinderella learns she has a fairy-godmother.

"It happen a few times on my job but I never thought it would come to this particular person. It's Mr. Tony Stark. Also known as Iron Man."

Iron Man. I remember seeing a picture of him in one of the magazines at Wal-Mart, also heard some things on the news. Though I didn't pay much attention to them. My Grandma Mattie told me don't believe in everything you read or hear.

"Like the Bible says," she said, "'By their fruits, ye shall know them.' You must get to know them before making your own assumptions."

I smiled sadly. She was the last grandparent who past away but I'm pretty sure she's happy to be reunited with Grandpappy. "So how long till we get to Mr. Stark's place?" I asked.

"About an hour and a half." he said.

Oh boy. What will I say? What will I do? But mustn't give up! I must stay positive. "Never give up, never surrender, and face it with a smile!" I quoted my motto.

0o0o0

My mind was blown away when we've reached Mr. Stark's house. It's a HUGE house on a hill. White, and many windows. Lots and lots of windows. I was beginning to think that the house was made of windows.

We're in front of a gate and Mr. Montrose pressed the gates' doorbell.

"Can I help you?" asked a British accent voice through the PA.

"Yes, this is Mr. Montrose. I have an appointment with Mr. Stark."

"Mr. Stark isn't here at the moment, but he'll be here in about 15 minutes but you can come on in."

"Thank you." he said.

"I'll inform Miss Potts that you have arrived." Then the gates opened 'like magic'.

As we drove up the highway I thought the driveway would take forever but we finally arrived at-what I think is- a parking lot.

Mr. Montrose told me I should bring my stuff because he's pretty sure I'll finally have a place to stay. He opened the back of his car and help take out my grandfather's old suitcase. It was brown leather, a little worn here and there but it's still in good condition. And my Gran-Pam's violin. It's in an old 19th century violin case and like my grandfather's suitcase, it's still (surprisingly) in good condition.

We walked toward the front door, while I followed him behind.

Mr. Montrose rang the door bell. A few seconds later, a young woman about in her late 20's. She had strawberry-blonde hair, and wore a white blouse and a brown pencil skirt.

"Hi, I'm Virginia Potts, Tony Stark's assistant. Please come in and make yourself at home." She greeted. Then she noticed me behind Mr. Montrose, "Hi, what's your name?" she asked sweetly.

"Trudy Isabella Brisby, ma'am."

"Trudy." she pondered and smiled, "I like that name."

I feel myself blushing, "Thank you." I said timidly.

3rd POV, Tony

"So Tony, what are you planning when we get back home?" asked Happy, as they're heading toward the front door.

Tony sighed, "What I'm going to do when I get home is that I'm going to order a large pizza, have some shots, and go to bed."

"Sounds like quite a night Mr. Stark."

"And I'm looking forward to it. Of course you're more than welcome to join me."

Happy chuckled at that statement as Tony opened the door. Just as Tony and Happy got into the main floor, they saw two strangers in the main room. One was a man in his mid-50's in a suit and a small girl about 8 or 9 years old, she wore a soft white amish bonnet and wore a black (what seemed to be an old hand-me-down) dress.

Tony groaned, "Oh right. Some people were coming here."

Pepper stood up and walked over to Tony, "Did you just remembered you have a meeting with a social worker?" she whispered.

Tony looked at Pepper surprised, "Social worker? Is there something I did wrong or something?"

Pepper looked at him, "I thought you already knew what was about after I mentioned the meeting." There was a short pause. Pepper crossed her arms, "Or were you half listening?" she asked skeptically.

Tony raised his hands in surrender, "All I know is it's a last minute meeting at the end of the day meeting, which I completely forgot!" he explained in hushed whisper.

Pepper sighed, "Just get in there and see what the meeting's about."

"Why won't you tell me?!" he asked.

"You're fault, you figure it out." she said. Then she turned to the guests and smiled, "Everyone this is Mr. Stark, owner of Stark Industries and famous hero Iron Man. And this is Harold Hogan, Mr. Stark's chauffeur and body guard." Pepper introduced.

A man got up from the chair and shook hands with Tony. "Mr. Stark, I'm Mr. Montrose. I'm here on serious family business."

"Is there like...some mishap about Stark Industries not suppose to belong to me? Because I've already been in cases about it before so I don't think it's a good idea."

"No, Mr. Stark. This is about someone else's family matters. Now before you interrupt," he raised his hand stopping Tony from saying anything, "I'm going to ask you this one question: How well do you know Cornelius Mitchell Brisby?"

Tony laughed in delight, "Mitch? How is that b-" he heard an 'ahem' from Pepper, and she pointed to the girl sitting on a chair, "uh...busybody?"

"First answer my question Mr. Stark," said Mr. Montrose, "How well do you know him?" he asked.

Tony shrugged, "Oh we've been great friends since middle-school and high-school. We were inseparable, then when we went our separate ways, we stayed in touch from time to time, even though there was a time he hadn't written to me in 2 years. We went back writing some more but I haven't heard from him in 12 years. Besides, he's a great guy. You'll like him once you get to know him. And back to my question, how is he?"

Mr. Montrose sighed, while the sitting on the chair lowered her head, "Mr. Stark," he said slowly, "Your friend, Mr. Brisby is dead."

That hit Tony in the gut. "What? How? When?" he asked.

"Mr. Brisby was killed by a car bomb about 2 weeks ago. I'm sorry." he said solemnly, "I'm here is that Mr. Brisby's daughter and only child, Trudy doesn't have anybody to look after her." Mr. Montrose turned and beckoned the girl, Trudy, to come.

Trudy slowly rose her head up, giving a small, meek, shy smile. "Hello." she said in a soft voice.

Tony and Trudy shook hands, "Nice to meet you, Trudy." he said.

"Nice to meet you too, Mr. Stark." she said.

Tony waved his hand, "Just Tony please."

Then it was Happy's turn to greet her, "You can call me Happy. So, how old are you?" he asked, nicely.

"I'll be 11..." she trailed off for a second, "in April." she finally answered.

Tony couldn't help but smirk, "And what day is that?" he asked slyly.

"On the 9th." she answered quickly.

"What? That's 17 days before my birthday!" exclaimed Happy.

Trudy ducked her head, "I'm sorry. I couldn't help being born on that day. God had me born on that day."

Tony shrugged, "No need." Trudy nodded and went back to her seat. Fiddling with the skirt of her dress.

"Forgive her but she shy and still lacks some social skills." said Mr. Montrose.

Then everyone heard a stomach growl. He knew it wasn't him, Pepper, Happy, or Mr. Montrose but from Trudy. Which reminded him..."Anybody hungry? I'm going to order some pizza for dinner. Care to stay with us Mr. Montrose?" he asked.

"Uh, no thank you Mr. Stark. I'm just here to discuss with you that if you are going to be Miss Brisby's guardian."

Tony gave a weak chuckle, "I, uh, don't think you got the right kind of guy to do it. Besides, I don't think I fit in with these guardianship expectations. I may be a genius, billionaire, and a philamperist and you probably haven't heard this; I'm volatile, self-obessed, don't play well with others and a playboy. I don't it's a right kind of environment for her."

Mr. Montrose sighed, "I'm not saying, 'take her now.' But this is an emergency, at least for now, Miss Brisby has no place to stay and is in need of a guardian. All I'm saying is, at least be her guardian temporally for at least 2 months. Then you can decide whether or not to be her guardian."

Trudy's POV

Well, that settles it. It's clear that Mr. Stark doesn't want me. But at least I have a place to stay, for the time being.

Tony reluctantly sighed, "Ok, we'll see. But right now, I want to order some pizza. I'm starving!"

"Alright, Mr. Stark. I'll stop by tomorrow and explain this some more." informed Mr. Montrose, then he smiled at me. "Good night, Miss Brisby."

"Good night, Mr. Montrose." I said, as he went out the door.

There was this awkward silence in the room. I didn't know what to say or do. But thankfully, Happy broke the ice.

"So, uh...Trudy, what kind of pizza would you like?" he asked.

"Just cheese, please." I answered.

"Of course!" Miss Potts exclaimed, "Every kid loves cheese. And what would like to drink?"

I like Miss Potts already. She's very nice, "Would Root-beer be okay? You don't have to, I can just have some water."

Miss Potts smiled, "Nonsense, of course you can have some Root-beer." She walked over to Tony as he's playing some large palm-planner. "Tony, make sure you order some Root-beer for Trudy."

"Yeah, okay, Pepper." he said.

"Pepper?" I asked, curiously.

"Tony gave me that nickname after saving his company." she answered.

"What did you do?" I asked, interested.

Happy chuckled, "She came running into Tony's office, fought some of the security guards and she sprayed some pepper spray on one of them."

"And that's why I called her Pepper." Tony said. "JARVIS, call PizzaHut and tell the guys to add Rootbeer and some cheese pizza."

"Right away, sir." said the British-accent voice.

"Who was that?" I asked.

"Oh, that's JARVIS." explained Happy.

"It's short for Just A Rather Very Intelligent System. My AI." said Tony.

"What's AI?" I asked.

Tony looked at me surprised, "You don't know what an AI is? It stands for 'artificial intelligence'."

Light bulb! "Oh, so that's what it is. I mean, I know what an artificial intelligence is I just didn't know it has another name."

"So, Trudy, are you Amish?" asked Miss Potts.

I shook my head, "No, but Grandma Mattie is. I just kept her bonnet as a memento. I may be Christian, but I don't have a specific group really. Me and Dad just attend to any christian church that doesn't practice any form of priestcraft and is true to God through word and deed."

"That brings to my next question," said Tony, pouring himself some alcohol, "Mr. Montrose said I'm suppose to be your guardian. What did he mean by that?"

"He said that you're my godfather."

Tony coughed off his drink, since it must've gone to the wrong tube, "What?! Where the #%* did he get that idea?!" I flinched when he said that bad word.

"Tony!" Miss Potts scolded.

"It's...ok. I hear that a lot when me and dad were homeless." I said.

The three of them looked at me.

"You were homeless?" asked Miss Potts.

"For a long horrible year. Though, it wasn't really all bad." I said, "I mean it was 2 years ago but we finally found a roof over our heads and we lived in our apartment for 20 months. We had each other and that's all that matters, right?" I smiled.

"I'm sorry about your dad." said Happy.

I smiled at him, "Thanks Happy."

Bing! "Sir, the pizza's here." announced JARVIS.

"I'll go get it." offered Happy. As quick as he went, he came back with pizza boxes and a liter of Root-beer. Then we sat around the table.

"Oh boy!" exclaimed Tony, "Let's eat!"

"Wait." I said. Everyone stopped and looked at me, "We need to say grace."

Miss Potts smiled at me, "Of course."

"I'll say it." I offered. I bowed my head, and folded my hands, "Our Father in Heaven, we thank thee for this pizza that is on this table and please bless it. Thankful we're here together and please bless those who don't have much food to feed themselves, a roof over their head or don't feel loved. Please bless them and bless us that we help them. Thankful for this wonderful meal and the help that Mr. Stark has. We say these humbly in Jesus' name, amen."

"Amen." said, well almost, everyone.

"That's a nice prayer, Trudy." Miss Potts complemented.

"Thank you, Miss Potts."

"Just call me Pepper." she said.

0o0o0

We had a good dinner. The last time I had pizza was when Dad and I celebrated Dad's first paycheck at an auto-shop.

"Pepper, may you put Trudy in the spare room next to the basement?" Tony asked.

"Tony, that room is covered in dust!" Pepper exclaimed.

"I can clean it up tomorrow." I offered, "If it's not too much trouble." I added.

"I'll order a cleaning crew to come by tomorrow." Tony said.

"Oh, no thank you Mr. Stark. Besides, I wouldn't mind doing something tomorrow. I like cleaning."

A small smile formed at the corner of Tony's mouth. "Ok then...if you insist."

I bowed my head, "Thank you, Mr. Stark."

"It's Tony, please." he reminded me gently.

I nodded my head, "Tony, thank you."

"I'll carry your luggage," offered Happy.

"Thank you, but may I carry my violin, please?" I asked.

"Certainly."

"Ok, if you follow me Trudy." said Pepper.

We followed her downstairs and like Pepper said, the room is covered with dust. The room only has a bed stand, a drawer and a closet.

"Sorry about the dust." Pepper apologized.

"It's ok." I said, "At least it's not in the streets."

Happy opened a closet and took out a mattress that's in a plastic bag. "At least this mattress isn't covered in dust. I think you'll sleep just fine."

Pepper helped Happy uncovered the bag covering the mattress and place the mattress on the bed stand. "Trudy, how about you go get ready for bed while I make the bed."

"OK." I said. I open the suit case just to take out my nightgown and some underpants.

"Is that all you have?" asked Pepper.

"Yeah. Ever since my grandparents died, me and Dad only had to live off what we need. Our basic necessities came from Salvation Army and Goodwill. When Daddy died, I was only allowed to take what I need but I've managed to take a few of my treasures."

In my suitcase, I brought only a shirt, a pair of pants, few pairs of socks, some undies, basic toiletries, my dad's folded flag from the funeral, a book of fairytales and the Bible.

"You know, if it's ok with you, we can go shopping tomorrow." Pepper suggest.

My eyes must have popped, "What? You mean, go to stores and get new clothes?"

Pepper laughed, "Yes. Why are you surprised?"

"It's just, I just got here and I don't want to be a burden."

"What makes you say that?" asked Pepper.

"Well..." I couldn't think of my other family members now, "It's complicated."

"You can tell me later. Just get ready for bed ok?"

"Ok." I said.

0o0o0

This was the first time I had a good shower in days. Happy and Pepper seemed to like me and I don't even know why. But I don't know what to say about Tony. I just hope that I may get to stay. And I'm going shopping with Pepper tomorrow.

I ignored the dust on the floor and knelt down by my bed, "Dear Father in Heaven, I'm thankful to have place to stay, even if I'm staying here temporally. If I am here to stay, then please bless Tony. I'm not sure if he likes me or not. If I did anything to offend him then I'm sorry and I'm going to apologize him in the morning. I say these things in Jesus' name, amen." Then I covered myself in the sheets. Thankful that the blankets are warm, and cozy. I might get use to this, I don't know.