Disclaimer: as usual it is not mine, except for any original characters you see, those are mine.

A/N: Yay new and improved version of my story, hope you all like this one since it is more so dipping into the fun stuff right away! Please do review, and also to all that have reviewed I love you all for doing so it's been amazing seeing how you all love my story so much!

Chapter one

Being taken in by Tony Stark when Norah had been twenty was an odd experience; she read the newspapers, watched TV and stumbled upon articles about him on the internet and knew that he was a tad bit eccentric, a downright asshole at times, egocentric even and well, a mad genius but living with him and being his pseudo daughter was….different.

It was vastly different from what she had experienced from her own family – before she had decided to run away – Norah's actual father was the sort of person who shouldn't have ever been a father to start with, all he cared about was drinking his life and liver away and doing drugs and selling drugs to his heart's content. A horrible example of a father. And yeah, no sane person would have probably ever imagined trusting Tony Stark with a child, but he has been the best example of a father that Norah has ever had in her life. He wasn't the sort of father that Norah had dreamed up when she was five years old and wishing that she had a different father, but Tony was better than anything her imagination could have ever come up with. Tony took her in when SHIELD found her in Romania after she had run off from the home she made in Sweden, she…well Norah kinda sort of accidentally leveled a housing development in the suburbs of Stockholm

Stockholm, Sweden: Norah age twenty

It was late at night and Norah had just gotten off work from the restaurant that she was a hostess at; it was a long and tiring day with staff who decided to not show up to their shift and having to deal with impatient patrons who could not comprehend what it meant when Norah told them they were a bit understaffed so it would take a bit longer to be seated than usual.

"Norah! Norah! Vänta på mig, jag vill tala med dig." The familiar voice of Bjorn, a tall lanky dark haired man who was around twenty-five years old or so, a man who Norah had no interest in whatsoever yet he didn't seem to get the hint.

Giving a deep sigh Norah kept walking and waited for Bjorn to catch up to her, he was tall he would be able to do so with just a few strides. God how she would love to get out of there right now, technically she could with one of her powers but what's the point, the guy would still be relentless in asking her out.

"Hej Bjorn." Norah replied in Swedish. "What do you need?" she asked shortly in English.

Bjorn grinned widely at her, "I stopped by to see you at work but you were not there, they said that you had left but minutes ago so I thought I would catch up with you." He told her proudly, talking as if he had just discovered the cure to cancer.

Hearing that he had stopped to see her at work, again, Norah shook her head and wondered what she had done to deserve this. What she did to anger any and all gods that made them think sending this guy to come and bother her all of the time was a fitting punishment. All Norah wanted to do right now was go home, take a shower, maybe have some tea and ice cream while watching some Swedish TV show but no, instead she was stuck walking home late at night while Bjorn followed her like a lost puppy dog. Not exactly how she wanted to spend her night walking home.

"So, Norah." Bjorn began and Norah was groaning internally already knowing what he was going to say to her. "I was wondering if you…if you would be interested on going on a date with me?" he asked nervously, his grey eyes peering down at her. "I know this great place called Kajsas Fisk. All items on the menu is fish related, well almost everything." He said to her.

Slowly Norah turned her head to look at where he was walking beside her and cocked her brow and gave him an odd look, "Bjorn if you knew me at all, which I will admit you have been trying to do desperately for the last three months, you would know that I hate almost everything fish related. I barely like fish sticks, like two kinds of sushi and that is the limit of what I am willing to eat that is fish related." She pointed out to him and shook her head, trying to do everything to get him to stop following her and to stop him from asking her out almost every damn week, it was getting tiring.

"Oh." Bjorn said a bit disheartened. "How about a nice Italian place, I know this pla-"

Before Bjorn was able to say anything more than that Norah suddenly stopped and poked him in the chest, hard. "Bjorn, really?" she questioned him with her hands on her hips giving him a fierce look for continually asking her out. "I get that you like me, I really do but are you getting the hint that I am not, in any way or form, interested in you?" she questioned him.

At that Bjorn took a step back and looked at his feet, a small blush appearing on his face. "Well yeah, I know." He said quietly, a bit dismayed. "I just thought that if I kept asking and showing up at your work and accidentally walking home with you that you would give in and go out with me." He admitted to her.

Norah looked at him and almost squinted one of her eye's at him trying to understand the logic that he found in that idea, which, Norah could not find any and instead just gave him a 'wtf' look. It was obvious to anyone that was friends with Norah that Bjorn was obsessed with her and for the life of her Norah could not figure it out; she had big wild blonde colored curly hair that tended to have a mind of its own, she was pale, she was a tad bit too sarcastic at times and at times made jokes at inappropriate times and well the whole Mutant thing tended to be a turn off for people. For whatever reason he liked her and Norah was getting downright annoyed and sick of it.

"It's not Bjorn." Norah said to him simply, and doing her best to not be snarky to him at the moment. "I will not go out with you. I'm not interested in you and I am more invested in University at the moment. And even when I am, I still won't be interested." She told him with a shake of her head, a serious look on her face.

Though, for some reason Bjorn decided to be stubborn about this and shook his head at what Norah was saying to him. "No, I don't believe that. I know school is important to you but I am willing to wait. I will wait until I can get my chance with you."

"Oh for fucks sake!" Norah yelled in frustration, flinging her arms out besides her.

Before she or Bjorn could say anything though there were the sounds of crashing and buildings falling to the ground – lots of buildings falling in fact. Slowly turning her head Norah looked at the small housing development that was being built and grimaced a bit and saw the destruction that she and her power just did to it, what once had been at least ten or so homes now was nothing but rubble made of wood, electrical wiring, stone, plaster and whatever else homes were made out of. It was much more destructive than the first time Norah had lost her temper and did something eerily similar, only last time it had been the shed in the backyard of her home in Minnesota.

"Vad ... vad hände?" Bjorn just whispered to himself after he saw the destruction of the houses and then turned to look at Norah whose arms were still outstretched towards where the housing development once had been. "You…you, what are you? What did you just do?" he questioned her with fear in his eyes at what she did.

Norah gave a heavy sigh when she saw the fear of Bjorn's face and knew within a few minutes he would be able to figure out who she was and it would be all her fault. Even though Norah had trained so hard and busted her ass while living at Xavier's Institute to have control over this power of her's it seemed that she still wasn't perfect but then again, no one would be able to get complete control over their powers in only a few short years.

But Norah wouldn't go back to Xavier's, she appreciated what the school did for her and that she was able to find a safe place to call home with people who accepted her and her powers, but she couldn't go back. Xavier's taught her the basis for controlling her powers but at the same time it felt stifling, it felt as if they were not truly teaching her how to properly control her powers. Norah could feel her powers within her body, she felt them coursing through her veins and knew that the way she was being taught to control them was not what she needed and that she needed a different technique so to say. The training there did help give her a basis of how to control them so that her powers would not control her and so that no matter how angry she got that her powers wouldn't go off the handle and blow things up when she did not mean to, but their training was wrong for how Norah understood her powers. It felt as if they were trying to squish her massive powers into a tiny little box that was only unlocked when she needed to use them, it was not how Norah wanted to be taught.

"Y..you…you're one of them. You're a Mutant." Bjorn said, whispering the last part as if he was a part of some conspiracy theory or something of the like.

Norah pursed her lips and nodded her head, there's really no denying after what happened to those houses, it was simply too destructive. "Yes. I am a mutant." She answered simply, quietly as if she feared that he would suddenly go running through the streets shouting that she was a Mutant.

"I've been obsessed over a Mutant freak!" He screamed in horror and in disgust at this new revelation. "You, you're one of the dangerous ones that they've always warned us about on the news. The ones that could kill us without a second though and without even lifting your finger." He said in fright and backed himself up against a bright building that had seemed to miraculously escape the damage of Norah's power.

Attempting to soothe the freaked out Bjorn – something she'd rather not do after him calling her a freak – Norah stepped towards him but he pushed stumbled a few feet away trying to put as much space between them as he could. "N..No. Don't come near me. I'm going to tell everyone what I just saw; the News, the papers, the internet. Everyone. You need to be locked up." He said loudly.

Hearing that Norah narrowed her eyes at what Bjorn said, she really hated this whole anti-Mutant thing that so many people were into even though Mutants were humans too just with extra umph in their DNA. The moment Norah stepped towards Bjorn the man instead panicked and ran off before she had the chance to even utter one word.

"Shit, Shit, Shit." Norah said to herself and quickly glanced at the rubble of the houses and then ran off down the street towards her apartment that she shared with her friend Kjerstin.

Norah knew she couldn't stay in Stockholm anymore or Sweden either, she needed to get out before Bjorn had the chance to go to the media like he threatened to do, she refused to let herself be targeted by people who couldn't understand or tolerate Mutants.

Norah did quite a bit of travelling after she had fled Sweden after the whole turning a bunch of up and coming houses to nothing but rubble; first Norah got the first flight out of Sweden and ended up in Berlin, Germany and she stayed there for a day so that she could recover from staying up all night panicking and freaking out about Bjorn going to the News and showing them the destruction that Norah did, but once she had at least a day's worth of sleep she headed off again and got a ticket for a nine hour train ride to Slovakia and then when she finally arrived there she went and got a ticket to Bucharest, Romania where she ended up getting a room so that she could recover from travelling for however many days and decide what to do, and personally Norah didn't have a clue what to do when she arrived in Romania. Should she just keep travelling and settle down in some small and unknown village in Romania or should she head back to the States, there were really so many options and she didn't know what to do.

It was in her room in Bucharest, Romania that another option was offered to her by none other than Nick Fury.

~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~ Norah: Age 20: Bucharest, Romania~_~_~_~_~_~_

Bucharest was a beautiful city in Romania, if Norah had a car or she would go and drive through the countryside and just explore this country that was ten times smaller than the United States where she was from. These places were so in tune with their heritage, they appreciated it, loved it and lived life to the fullest and honored their ancestors the best they could and Norah found that beautiful.

What bothered Norah though was the fact that she was interrupted from enjoying this beautiful city and all it had to offer – like the Flea Market and getting breakfast – by two people knocking on her door and basically forcing their way into her shabby and quite dated looking hotel room. At first Norah thought they were there to rob her which really wouldn't have gotten them much of anywhere since she didn't keep her money on her and kid her debit cards and travelers checks so really, they were quite screwed if they wanted any money from her. Then her mind went to Bjorn and him threatening to tell the media about her being a Mutant but she quickly abolished that thought, she researched a bit after she left Sweden and knew Bjorn hadn't told anyone…yet.

The one who Norah assumed was the leader since he took the only chair in the room was a dark skinned man who was decked out in all black and either looked like something from a Goth fashion magazine or a BDSM magazine and Norah couldn't really decide which was more likely, he had a great poker face on him at the moment and an eye patch to booth. The other one who had barged their way into her room was a stocky looking man with dirty blonde hair and was leaning against the far wall that was nearest to the window, he gave off the presence that he had military training and wasn't afraid to use it to his benefit.

"So, Patchy," Norah said trying to keep the frightened tone out of her voice, she didn't know what these people wanted or why they were in her room but she'd rather not reveal her power until she knew what they wanted. "Who the fuck are you and what are you doing in my room?" she questioned as she narrowed her eyes at the man and could have sworn that she heard the blonde man snicker a bit.

Patchy, as she dibbed him, narrowed his one dark colored eye at her when she called him that and thinned is lips in irritation at her. "I'm Nick Fury and this here is Clint Barton." He said introducing the two of them.

Norah looked between Patchy – she wasn't going to call him Fury, especially when he was wearing that eyepatch – and Clint and then raised her brow. Norah was a bit terrified, there was no doubting that she was afraid they were Anti-Mutant people who had figured out who she was and now wanted to kill her or kidnap her to be experimented on or something (she may have read some of Xavier's files and read them when she definitely wasn't supposed to). What person wouldn't be frightened at the moment.

Taking a deep breath Norah put on her brave face and looked from Patchy to Clint and then gave a half grin, "That's nice, really great actually. Do you want a cookie for being able to say that all on your own or should I ask your mom first?" she questioned sarcastically as she plopped down on the bed and bounced a bit from the force.

Norah couldn't help but smile to herself when she saw that she angered Patchy and the speech that he probably had prepared to tell her, she assumed he had a speech since he came all the way to Romania and forced himself into her room. His jaw was tensed and his fists were clenched tightly around the arm of the shabby looking chair and sent her a dark look that would normally frighten people who were twice as old as her yet Norah just raised a brow at him and crossed her arms under her chest. Patchy may have the whole leather and eyepatch thing going on but Logan was always ornery and grr, and he had the claws to go with his grouchiness and was a bit more terrifying than Patchy was.

"I don't have the fucking time for your sarcasm Eleanorah Rosabelle Sjoholm," Fury stated harshly as he looked into her eyes and then gave a slightly, barely noticeable smirk in her direction. "Or should I call you by your birth name, Eleanorah Rosabelle Sullivan?" he questioned as he looked at her knowingly.

Hearing her actual birth name for the first time in quite a few years Norah narrowed her eyes at the man and leaned forwards off of the bed in a threatening manner, "Don't call me that!" she yelled at him and pursed her lips together, trying to forget the memories that her former name brought to the forefront of her mind. "I am not Norah Sullivan anymore, I haven't been her since I ran away from home." She pointed out to him angrily.

Sullivan had been her last name when she ran away. Sullivan had been her last name when she was attacked in St. Louis after she ran away. Sullivan was the name she got from a father who couldn't even bother to get to know his kids. Sullivan was not who Norah was anymore, Sullivan was a girl who once had a family who loved and cared for her no matter what. Sullivan wasn't the girl who had graduated early from her Mutant school and wasn't the girl who made a home for herself in Sweden.

"Don't call me that." Norah whispered as she looked into Patchy's eyes seriously, anger simmering beneath.

Patchy nodded at her in understanding and decided to ignore the anger that had been directed at him, he knew what the girl could do and knew that if she really wanted to she could blow them out of the hotel room and make an escape for herself before either he or Clint had the time to recover. But she was staying put for the moment. Fury was thankful for that small mercy.

"Ms. Sjoholm," Patchy said as to Norah in a serious tone of voice as he looked at her with his one good eye. "I'm giving you the benefit of a doubt in assuming that you realize that I am not here for a social call." He stated simply.

At that Norah gave a very unladylike snort, "I would hope that you weren't here for socializing, you have to know the person in the first place and besides," she said with a wide smirk on her face. "You are so not my type, way too much leather going on for my likes and it makes you look like a weird sort of conservative BDSM groupie. Not my thing." She said with a shrug and had to hold in a laugh when she saw his fists clench yet again in what was more than likely frustration for Norah's sarcastically attitude and the fact that she poked put at his getup, from the corner of her eye she could see Clint doing his best to not laugh at what she said.

For a moment Fury wondered quite seriously if Tony Stark did indeed have a kid that he didn't know about because this girl was starting to show the same sort of sense of humor that Stark had and hoped to god she wasn't narcissistic and self-centered like the billionaire was. The world would definitely end with two Starks.

"Ms. Sjoholm, drop the attitude." Patchy ordered sternly, as if talking to a misbehaving five year old child and wondered how she was able to get on his nerves so easily. "Look, I know what happened in Stockholm…or rather more specifically I know what you did. You levelled a housing development without moving anything but your hands." He stated and then locked eyes with Norah.

Hearing that was exactly why Patchy and Clint were there, that they were in her hotel room because of her abilities Norah suddenly panicked and thought that they truly were going to kidnap her and do experiments on her and that was something Norah was definitely not okay with. She did not want to become a science experiment for some psychopath's that had a thing for leather. Scrambling up and off of the bed, Norah pushed herself against the wall that was farthest away from both Patchy and Clint and looked at them hatefully.

"I won't go with you, I won't!" Norah said vehemently, shaking her head making her blonde curls go flying around her face. "I didn't mean to do that, I…I really didn't. My powers are linked with my emotions and sometimes, very rarely, they react. Just, I promise you, please don't take me away. Don't experiment on me." She said her anger falling away quite quickly to fear, she meant to stay strong and fierce and act as if she could take on anything but her fear of being experimented on won out – she really shouldn't have looked at those files of Xavier's. "I've read about the experiments that people like you do, you end up killing the patients…the Mutants like me die because you want to understand how our powers work. I won't let myself get killed because of your curiosity. I'll kill you all first." She said fiercely as she dug her nails into the soft skin of her hand. "I may be a Mutant but not all of us are bad, not all of us hate humans and want them to die. I just want to live, please." She finished lamely and feeling way too much like the thirteen year old version of herself, tears forming and all.

"Whoa, whoa. Slow down." Clint said raising his hands up as if it would help calm Norah down from whatever she's convinced herself of why they were there. "No one said anything about locking you up or experimenting on you. Okay." He said to her gently as he looked into her eyes sincerely, trying to show that he and Fury didn't mean her any harm and wouldn't be trying to kidnap her or letting people experiment on her simply because she was a Mutant.

Clamping her mouth shut from running off and begging them to not hurt or experiment on her, Norah looked at both men carefully and just studied them for a moment. Like she had thought earlier they both look as if they were ready to fight and assumed that they both had backgrounds in the military. There were a few teachers at Xavier's who had been ex-Military; Logan and some other teacher she didn't really pay much attention to since he taught math. Norah could hear how sincere Clint seemed to be but that could just be a façade to lure her into a false sense of security, she didn't exactly run into the most savory of people when she had run away at fifteen.

"How do I know you're telling the truth?" Norah questioned suspiciously, eyes watching the two's every move.

At that Clint gave a sigh, he knew this was going to be hard to convince her that they did not mean her any harm. "Look, we're not going to experiment on you or let anyone do that to you, okay?" he said to her softly, he was used to interacting with younger kids but teenagers/young adults were a bit more complicating. "Eleanorah, we want to help you."

Norah gave him an unbelieving look and crossed her arms but still stayed against the wall, as if she was waiting for them to attack her. "Yeah? I'm sure the anti-Mutant groups only wanted to 'help' us too. They really wanted to help us. They wanted to help us die, they wanted to help us get exterminated." She replied to him dryly, remembering seeing protests held by Anti-Mutant groups, had seen news coverages and read articles online.

"What reason do we have to hurt you?" Clint questioned her.

"Did you forget the part where you barged your way into my room?" Norah reminded him and gestured towards the door of the room which made Clint roll his eyes at her.

Albeit, forcing themselves into a young girl's hotel room was probably the wrong way to go about things but they were on a schedule and needed to get out of Romania within an hour or two, Romanoff needed help in South America. What's done is done.

"We're from SHIELD, we-" Patchy began but was interrupted by the girl

Norah looked at Patchy with questioning eyes, "What's SHIELD?"

It was Clint that answered her curious question, "Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division."

Hearing the name Norah blinked a few times trying to comprehend the name and then snorted, "Dude, you guys have a ridiculously long name. You need to shorten that shit up a bit." She replied and shook her head at how ridiculous the name of it was, at least the acronym for it was a bit better.

"As I had been saying," Patchy said as he looked at Norah pointedly, basically demanding her with his eyes to not interrupt him until he finished, though he sincerely that would happen. "We're a government agency which basically looks into the weird and unusual sort of situations, we get rid of terrorist acts around the world and make the world….safe." he started to explain as he looked at Norah the whole time making sure that everything he said was getting across to the stubborn girl. "We like to have people like you, Mutants, on our side. On the good side. Some Mutants who come into their powers, ones who have destructive powers like yours, don't usually try to not hurt people with it. They use their power for their own means, they use it to hurt and threaten people so that they can get what they want. They want to destroy everything and anything around them just because it floats their damn boat." He said with a snarl on his face at what so many people were capable of. "Our agency has tried to find these people, to both contain and handle the situation or offer them help if it is in the card."

"Doesn't happen too often though," Clint added off hand as he looked down and out of the window in her room.

Norah looked away from Patchy for a few moments to take in what he just told her, that apparently there is a secret government agency that she and probably a good majority of the people of the United States did not know about and this agency works with terrorism, weird supernatural kind of stuff and have offered to help other Mutants with their powers but most apparently refuse. Norah knew a few Mutants who've deflected from Xavier and his school and either go off on their own or join another group and those one's weren't always the best influence.

"How do I know that you aren't just going to use me for a weapon?" Norah questioned in concern, she knew that once people realized that she was able to level a housing development that they would wonder what other sort of destruction she would be able to do. "I'm not stupid, I know what sort of things the wrong sort of people would do with my power." She stated matter of a factly and looked at both Patchy and Clint expectantly, waiting for them to attempt to convince her otherwise.

Fury shook his head at the girl, she may be young but she definitely wasn't stupid by any means. "Look, Eleanorah. I'm not here to ask you to join SHIELD, hell I don't want you to work for SHIELD you're stubborn, sarcastic and have no control over your power." He said to her honestly, with training and maybe her learning to keep her comments to herself he would admit that she'd be quite the agent, but he didn't see that coming to fruition in the foreseeable future. "I'm here to offer you a chance like we've done with other Mutants who have powers as strong as yours are. I want you to come back with us to the States to get help and training on how to control your power, to hone it and so that no matter how many girlie temper tantrums you may throw that you'll still have complete control over your power."

When Patchy said girly temper tantrums Norah couldn't help but glower a bit but she had to admit, being trained how to control her powers was a definite plus to going with these guys even if she already did have a bit of training but she assumed SHIELD would be more well equipped and have a different way going about things than Xavier's did. "And how exactly are you planning on helping me with my power?" she questioned genuinely curious about how they would do that.

"We know people." Clint answered vaguely to which Norah just gave a roll of her eyes and shook her head.

"Anyways," Patchy said gaining both Norah and Clint's attention. "Like I said I do not want you to join SHIELD, I am not bringing you in to join SHIELD but I'm bringing you in so you can control the power that you already have. And when the world eventually does get attacked by a three headed dragon or some weird shit like that," Patchy said which made Norah snort in amusement at his wild imagination and how blasé he said that. "We will have someone with power to help in case, though I don't want you to work with our agency I am not stupid enough to think that someday in the future that there will be a time when we will need our help. So I want you to train how to control your power, how to fight if you need it because the world is full of weird shit nowadays that most people ignore and try to not think about. People are stupid, plain and simple and don't like to think about things that they can't explain. Like Mutants." He ended and looked at Norah and waited to see what her response would be to him asking…offering her an opportunity to train and gain full control over her powers without having to worry about harming anyone.

Norah stood there in a relaxed position now that she knew for surely that neither Patchy or Clint were going to try and attack her and stick her with some drug that will make her pass out so that they could take her to scientist to experiment on or whatever, but they were a part of the government and a majority of the government doesn't like Mutants – bastard that they are. But, no matter how grouchy and intense Patchy seemed Norah felt as if she could believe every word he was saying to her, he seemed to be the type to say it like it is no matter if it is a lower level agent or one of his superiors.

Taking a step forward Norah suddenly disappeared from both Patchy and Clint's sight and within a blink of an eye she reappeared directly behind Patchy making both of the men jump in surprise, apparently they didn't know about all of her powers just about the one that was the most dangerous.

Leaning down towards Patchy's ear Norah looked him in his one good eye with a dead serious expression on her face, "If you betray me, if you do something that makes me lose the barely there trust that I have in you right now I will not hesitate to blow you and all of SHIELD up in revenger. She said in a fiercely vicious tone of voice that for one moment made Fury feel fear at what this young girl could do with her power if she had proper training.

And that was how Norah ended up being taken in by SHIELD, and ultimately finding a father figure in Tony Stark. It may have been SHIELD who convinced Norah to leave Europe and come with them back to the States and to New York so that they could help her control her power but it was Tony Stark who took her under his wing and gave her a place to stay that wasn't owned by SHIELD and filled with their agents who Norah felt as if they were watching her at all times. Though Tony could be a downright asshole at times he did care and have a heart and would do anything for those who he loved but the thing was there were only two people who could bring that side of him out; Pepper and Norah.

"Norah!" Tony called annoyingly from down the hall. "Norah! Norah! Norah!"

Norah gave a heavy sigh and looked up as Tony walked into the library where she had been reading, "Yes dad?" she said sarcastically and slightly annoyed at being interrupted from reading her book, she liked to immerse herself in the books and feel as if she is there experiencing everything that the characters experienced. "What do you want Tony? I'm busy."

At that Tony rolled his eyes and plopped himself besides Norah and took the book she was reading right out of her hands and skimmed over the back of the book before tossing it over his shoulder, "Really? The Hobbit?" he questioned shaking his head at her. "I supposed you are short enough to be one."

Norah glared at him, "Surprised you know what a Hobbit is actually, I guess your brains aren't all wasted on science." She told him with a smirk on her face. "I might just die from shock that you even know or have heard of Tolkien's books."

Tony pushed her playfully in the shoulder, "Whatever, come on stop wasting your time being boring." He said as he stood up and tried to pull Norah up but she just wiggled her arm out of his reach.

"No. I told you I'm busy." Norah said to him stubbornly and stretched herself out on the couch, a very nice plush couch that she was sure Tony picked at random but was probably at least a thousand or more dollars.

"With what?" Tony questioned as he pulled Norah up from her laid out position and up onto her feet. "Are you going to invite all your girlie friends over and have a sleep over, play dress up and fight over who gets the best Barbie?"

Norah gave Tony a bland look for that comment and hoped that Tony really didn't think that she played with Barbie's still but then again, it's Tony, she wouldn't put it past him really.

"Come on," Tony said grasping her lightly by the arm and pulled her down the hallway with him. "You're going to help me in the lab. I need someone to bounce idea's off of." He explained as to why he was kidnapping her and bringing her to his weird and twisted version of a dungeon.

"And you think I'm the best person to bounce ideas off of, really" Norah said to him and raised a brow.

Tony shrugged, "Yup."

At that Norah groaned, she and math like things such as engineering did not get along and she didn't take the sort of science that Tony did when he was building things. He would talk about algorithms, power potions, wiring and other stuff that will go over her head.

"JARVIS!" Norah yelled into the house. "Jarvis make him stop. Lock the doors or something." She stated almost in a begging way.

"I am sorry Ms. Sjoholm but I am unable to do that, it is not in my protocols to block Mr. Stark from anywhere in the building. My apologies." The voice of Jarvis said.

Norah glowered at that, "I hate you Jarvis." She said halfheartedly.

"I am sorry to hear that." Jarvis replied.

Tony gave a cackle and pulled her into his lab unceremoniously.

~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_Author's Note_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~

Hello all lovely readers, smooches to you all for being hardcore fans! Love it! Also any translations are done by google! Sorry if any are wrong. I try.

Secondly, I am shit at writing Tony so I'm doing the best i can so don;t judge me and if any want to help me with the Tony character I would fully appreciate it!

Swedish to English:

Norah! Norah! Vänta på mig, jag vill tala med dig : Norah! Norah! Wait for me, I wish to speak with you.

Hej Bjorn : hi Bjorn

Vad ... vad hände : what...what just happened

Quotes:

I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will."

― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

Why do you go away? So that you can come back. So that you can see the place you came from with new eyes and extra colors. And the people there see you differently, too. Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving."

― Terry Pratchett, A Hat Full of Sky

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