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You were Tony Stark’s daughter and always had a little trick up your sleeve when it came to working with the technology your father worked on. Both he and Bruce were the only one’s who knew about your power, and they wanted to keep it that way. You were thought to be a mere lab assistant by the other Avengers. To them, you were not a Stark, you were not an asset, you were just an intern.
However, it was during one of your father’s many parties that you decided to reveal a little bit of your identity. Not the enhanced part, but the Stark part. Maybe it was just in your blood to want to be known and to seem more important, or it may have had to do with an incident which occurred just that morning.
- Flashback -
(Earlier that morning)
You were in the common kitchen, not the one in the lower levels where actual S.H.I.E.L.D. agents would eat but actually the one on the highest level where the Avengers were meant to eat. But in your defense, it was the only place you could keep your favorite cereal without one of your ‘coworkers’ stealing it. At the moment you stood on a counter, reaching above to the top of one of the cabinets in order to grab the family sized box. Turning around, prepared to launch off, you found yourself meeting the amused eyes of a certain captain.
"I can explain-“ you started, but the captain shook his head with that oh so sweet smile on his face.
"No need. I have to do the same thing with Thor and my Pop Tarts. But why all the way up here?"
You gracefully leaped down for the first time in your life. "Let’s just say this is closer to my fl- room.” You almost gave away that you had your own floor. Something NO regular S.H.I.E.L.D agent would have, no matter how much of an asset.
Captain Rogers opened his mouth, but the voice of another female caught his attention. “Steve, I thought you promised me breakfast?” Your stomach dropped when you saw Sharon Carter standing behind Steve, in a T-shirt which barely covered her- you know what? Your weren’t even going to think about it.
Unfortunately her brown eyes spotted you, and boy did it make the hair raise on the back of your neck when they narrowed. “Aren’t you supposed to be on the lower levels, intern?"
You bit your tongue, knowing if you didn’t your father’s sass would pour out of you like Niagara Falls. Instead you gave her an all too sweet smile. "Tony wanted me to grab him this,” you said, twisting the box so she could see.
"Wouldn’t that be Dr. Stark to you?“ She sneered.
Steve opened his mouth to reprimand her, but you bit out. "We’re on a first name basis, Agent.” If she wanted to play the label game, so could you.
"If that’s the case then I’ll see you at the party tonight?“ Her eyes dared you.
"Definitely. Have a good morning, Captain.” You spat, before walking back to the elevator and slamming the button to your floor.
- End of Flashback -
Your father stood beside you, dressed in his best suit. “You sure about this kid?” He asked, voice slightly worried.
You nodded. “You couldn’t keep me hidden forever, Dad. Coulson may need me soon if you guys keep going through these Hydra bases. Things will get difficult soon.” He nodded.
Once the elevator doors opened, you straightened yourself, causing your chest to push out a bit more. Your father groaned, “Why did I allow you to get that damn dress?"
"You have your charm and I have mine. It’s in our Stark nature."
"True.” He said, before leading you out of the elevator.
——-
"Whose that with Tony?“ Clint asked Natasha from where they sat with the other Avengers on their own couch.
Natasha examined the girl, but Sam offered, “Just another model he decided to flaunt around?”
As Tony took pictures with you by his side, the Avengers watched as the two of you interacted so casually it was as if the two of you had known each other for you entire lives.
Wanda shook her head. “No, Pepper is not upset.” Everyone glanced to the blonde who smiled when she saw the two together. “If only I could read their minds.”
“You can’t?” Pietro questioned, his expression shocked. “Since when?”
Wanda shrugged. “After Sokovia, Stark told me they had developed a sort of device that blocks their minds from me.” She glanced around at the other Avengers, who all looked surprised at this information, except Bruce, who sunk a little farther into his seat. “Bruce knows about it.”
The Avengers switched their attention to Bruce, but Steve ended the interrogation before it could even happen. Walking with Sharon behind him, he said, “Hey, Bruce, isn’t that your lab assistant?”
Natasha frowned. “Why would Tony bring an assistant to the party?” Bruce drank his water in response.
“Well I did challenge her about it this morning,” Sharon said with a disgusted look the young woman’s way. “Maybe she did a little something to get an invitation.”
Bruce choked on his water. It took a few thumps from Thor before he was able to breathe properly enough only to start laughing loud enough to earn looks from nearby partygoers. “You think-” He couldn’t finish the sentence because he was laughing so hard.
——–
“Now this is your last chance. You can still back out,” your father offered.
You sighed. “Dad, they will either find out now, or they will get the info from the news networks in the morning. It’s better if we do this in person and avoid the awkward family dinner introduction.”
“If you’re sure, kiddo. But I don’t want to see any googly eyes towards Capsicle.” You opened your mouth to protest but he cut you off. “I have eyes everywhere. Literally. F.R.I.D.A.Y gives me updates. So I definitely also know what happened this morning.”
You felt a nervous laugh spill out of you before you were being steered in the Avengers’ direction, where Steve and Sharon had arrived. The latter glared at you as you approached, and she said something which caused Bruce to choke on his glass before laughing like a madman.
“Dad, I think they broke Bruce,” you said as soon as you were beside the couch where the twins and assassin buddies sat.
Natasha choked on her own glass. Tony shrugged, “What do you expect when you force an introvert into social environments? Only a matter of time before you’re just as out of it.”
Bruce, at your presence, righted himself, but a chuckle escaped him. “Sorry Tony, but the things they were saying. It was just so wrong.” He drew out the last two words.
You raised an eyebrow, “What, did they think we were dating or something?”
You and your father glanced at each other. “Well you are attractive enough to be on my radar,” he said.
You shrugged. “I get it from my father.”
“Wait,” Clint said, finally connecting the dots, “Stark, she’s your daughter?”
“The one and only. Guys, I would like you to meet my daughter,” he gave them your name and soon you were being heavily examined by Earth’s Mightiest Heroes.
The Captain was the first to recover from the new information. “Then why is she just your lab assistant?”
Your father, Bruce, and yourself managed a three-way glance, but before you could say anything, a crash and screams from the other partygoers caused you all to swing around to see at least a dozen ex-Iron Legion bots entering the room and basically shooting whatever was in their path. Tony brought you down as a beam was shot at your head.
“Avengers Assemble!” Rogers shouted, though they were already grabbing their weapons. Bruce grabbed you and tugged you behind the bar while everyone else was beginning to fight.
“Bruce I can end this!” You yelled at him, frustrated beyond belief.
“Like hell you are,” Tony said, before he himself was flung to the side by one of the bots.
You peered around the edge of the bar, watching as Steve flung his shield at one of the bots, only for it to expertly avoid it. Romanov, Barton, and Carter were shooting at the bots, while Sam was doing things the old fashioned way. Vision, Pietro, and Wanda were doing their own enhanced thing, and you felt your anger grow at the fact that they could use their powers freely while you were forced to hide yours. Granted, you were dangerous, but this was your specialty.
To make matters worse, Sharon glanced back at you and called to Bruce, “You should get the kid out of here.”
At the same time Tony said, “Don’t call her kid, she does not like that.”
And boy was he right.
Sharon had gotten on your nerves for the last time that day. With an eerie calmness that would make Natasha worry, you stood from behind the bar, much to the protests of your father and Bruce. Cap’s shield would have hit you if only you didn’t hold up your hand, pausing it in mid-air. The bots, realizing your power, went to fire their repulsors at you, but you held up your other hand, and with a single thought they fell apart until they were nothing more than a hunk of nuts, bolts, and metal.
When the chaos died down, you glanced over at Steve. “That’s why I am a lab assistant, Captain.”
Slightly tired from the energy required to stop the shield, you retired to your rooms with a kiss on your father’s mask. The Avengers stared after you, and it took a single word from Thor to summarize the thoughts running through their minds, “Whoa.”