A/N: Hello and welcome to the newest Avengers story. I'm gonna put big notes here now.

IF YOU DO NOT LIKE SMUT/THREESOMES, YOU'VE BEEN WARNED.

Lemons will not show up for a few chapters. And again, I will make big notes in each chapter. But for now, enjoy :)

23 years ago, my life began. I was small, innocent, and unsuspecting of the way I came to be. My only problem was having my demands for food, comfort and being clean, met. My mother was the only one in my life, the only one that mattered for years. She fed me, kept me safe, and tried to give me the childhood I deserved. But a piece of me was missing.

I probably asked her if I had a father over 1000 times, before she told me that I did have a father, but he didn't know about me.

Growing up, my mother was closed off about who my father was, but told me the little things about him she remembered. His laugh, however infrequently she heard it, and how he would tinker on little things when he needed to get away from the world. She talked about how they met when his parents died. It was two years before I was born, and she was finishing up high school and heading off to college for nursing.

She told me they loved each other, and that the day she found out she was pregnant with me, he was told to leave her, so he wouldn't have any distractions from work. She told him, but also told him she was going to abort me. He didn't say anything as she walked away, but she knew she could never kill an unborn child.

I found a picture my mother kept of him, but it was smudged from all her tears. I kept it on my nightstand, after she died.

It had been almost four years since she passed and three years I since I graduated from Harvard, and MIT. A double Major in Law and Psychology, Suma Cum Laude from Harvard and a dual degree from MIT, MBA/MS in Mechanical Engineering, also Summa Cum Laude. My mother was of average intelligence, but according to her, my father was one of the smartest men on the planet.

At the age of 16, I had graduated from high school, and started at both Universities. My mother was so proud and told me that He would have been as well. Being as smart as I was, I still chose to not locate my father. I knew it wouldn't end well.

Three years ago, I started working for two different companies. One was my actual job and the other… I was undercover at. It was there that I found Him. And I was glad he didn't know who I was.

Maybe it was because I was old enough to be his child, or the fact I didn't give him the time of day, but he didn't hit on me like half of the younger women at his company.

Checking in with my actual boss, I told him my predicament and decided to use that knowledge to his advantage. So naturally, the pirate decided to tell Him. I was angry with my boss, because he disregarded my feelings, even when he knew how much I didn't want to meet my father. Even if He did think of Himself as a superhero, he was just a guy that broke my mother's heart to me.

So, there I was, in a room with my so-called father, him staring at me in shock while my best friend nudges me forward to talk to him. Glaring at the redhead, I looked at him, a scowl on my face, and told him, "She died thinking you were going to come back to her."

"Anna," He breathed out her name, obviously feeling some pain, never knowing she had died.

"How did she…" He said, before trailing off.

"Die? She was a nurse, if you remember, and she was the most stubborn one I'd ever met. She didn't even notice the signs of her own cancer." I said, my scowl softening, as I thought of her last days, delirious that He would come back for her.

He was silent as he processed what he just heard, before I saw two tears fall from his cheeks.

"I did love your mother. And I shouldn't have listened to Obie. She was everything to me after my parents died." He said, his voice thick with emotion.

"What is your actual name Samantha Avery?" He said, referring to the fake name I had given upon the start of my undercover operation.

"She named me Seraphina," I said, to which his mouth turned up in a smile.

"I always told her if I ever had a daughter, I'd want her named just that." He said, a stray tear falling.

"You wanted my initials to be S.S.?" I asked with disbelief.

"I realize it's an odd choice, but it was my mother's middle name, and it was too beautiful to not use." He said, wiping his cheeks dry. I noticed Natasha had left us as I turned my head, and sighed as I moved to sit on the other side of the table.

"So, what do you want from this? According to Fury, you asked for this meeting. Was this for shits and giggles, or do you actually want to get to know me? Because I don't have time for someone that doesn't plan on sticking around in my life." I said, laying down the law.

"Just like your mother. The "No Bullshit," kind of approach" he said, smiling.

"Another thing," I said, ignoring what he just said as it sent a pang through my heart, "I'm not looking for handouts here. I don't want your money, so don't worry that head of yours thinking this is a scam. I don't have a life outside SHIELD anyways."

"I know this isn't a scam, because Fury gave me the results of a DNA test. He said he knew long before you told him." He said, handing me the folded piece of paper.

"I'm gonna give him a peg leg to match his eye patch," I said under my breath, to which my father laughed. Even though I knew from my mother that it was one of the most genuine things she had ever heard, I was still blown away by it. It was genuine, but it had him smiling, which was probably why she loved it so much. His smile was contagious, and no picture ever caught how carefree it was. I could tell he didn't smile that much, but I felt a little bit of pride that I had done something he found funny.

"I do want to get to know you. This is genuine," he said, reaching for my hand. I pulled it back into my lap, slightly offended by his forwardness.

"Prove it," I said, folding my arms over my chest.

"You want me to shout it from the rooftops? Cause I'll do it. I'll tell the whole world you are my daughter. I lost out on getting to watch you grow up, and I'm not planning on missing anymore."

"Telling the world is a bad idea when I work for SHIELD," I said, feeling slightly hopeful that he may actually want me as his daughter.

"Well, then stop working for SHIELD. Come work at Stark Industries, learn the ropes because you're my heir. I researched you before coming here. Pepper would gladly let you have the company after she's done. You would do a much better job than I ever did."

"I can't just leave SHIELD," I said, gently touching the necklace that hung around my throat. It was her pendant, a single emerald. He smiled wistfully at it.

"The day I gave her that," he started, making me drop it. She never mentioned it was from him.

"She'd agreed to a secret ceremony. A ring wasn't in the cards, as the media would have thrown a fit that I was marrying beneath what was expected of me. We didn't care, and we planned on eloping anyways. She wore that in lieu of an engagement ring with pride." He said, before turning serious again.

"I'm not asking for all this right now. I'm saying, I want to get to know you better, and if you decide that you want me to be your father, we can figure everything out." He said, sounding like he rehearsed this. I stared at him, looking for any sign of deceit, like Natasha had taught me. His eyes were pleading, his bottom lip trembled ever so slightly, and his body language seemed sincere.

Tilting my head, I looked back at the DNA test on the table. I knew it was true, yet my mind was trying to think of ways to escape. A natural instinct I had since I was a child.

"Okay," I said, giving a firm nod. His smile lit up his face, reaching his eyes before he coughed and gave me a serious face.

"One question though," I said, standing up. He stood up quickly, responding with a nod.

"Why didn't you run after her? Even after she told you she was pregnant with me?" I watched as his eyes looked down in thought, and back at me in sadness.

"I was heartbroken that she would abort you. She wasn't the woman I loved when she said those things. She was a woman I had scorned, because I was being used like a puppet. I couldn't find it in my heart to forgive her for saying she was going to kill my child," He said, looking up at me to notice the tears in my eyes. Blinking them back, I nodded and said, "Thank you for your time Mr. Stark."

"Please, if you don't want to call me your father, or even Dad just yet, at least call me Tony." He said, awkwardly holding out a hand for me to shake. Eyeing his hand in suspicion, I slowly moved to hold it, giving a short shake saying, "Tony."

"Would you like to get some… dinner?" He said looking at his watch.

"You should probably be getting home to Miss Potts," I said, trying to keep the hostility out of my voice.

"She will understand once I tell her we have a dinner guest." He said, looking at me with hopeful eyes. Internally doing my best impression of Grumpy Cat, I said, "Why not? It's not like this week could get any weirder."

Tony was a whirlwind that evening, quickly telling Pepper, hoping she wouldn't get mad. She was surprised but greeted me sincerely, noticing how happy Tony was. I felt like a bug under a microscope as Tony grilled me about my childhood, and everything I was interested in. He wanted to know about my mom and how she was before she died. It was a short description, as I didn't want to get to far into it. When Pepper said goodbye later that evening, she told me to call her if I ever wanted to talk.

That was almost two years ago.

My father had announced my existence to the world, but I was still at SHIELD, working on tech for the Helicarriers and our Quinjets. I couldn't really talk to Tony about it but he would give his input when appropriate. I in turn, gave him ideas for his Iron Man suits. As she was my father's girlfriend, Pepper and I became good friends. And as she so eloquently put, "I do not want to replace your mother. But I would like to be your friend."

We all had dinner every weekend, when we were in the same city. I was mainly based in DC and New York, so of course he had to build a skyscraper in New York, just to be closer. I actually, was the one who came up with the idea for the Arc reactor to power the building, to which he insisted on having my last name legally changed, because, and I quote, "The world should know about your genius."

After a week of pleading, I agreed on the basis that I added my mother's name legally. I didn't want her memory to be forgotten.

The next day, I was Seraphina Annalise Stark. Fury was almost too happy to have my badge changed to Agent Stark. It sounded funny coming from my mouth for the first three months, until I called Tony Dad for the first time. He had dropped a wrench on his foot, clearly in shock, because he didn't flinch.

I was the one they asked to dress up like a 1940's nurse when Steve Rogers was found in the Arctic. I found it beneath my pay grade to play a nurse, when I was the one who designed the state-of-the-art Helicarriers.

"He's not going to believe this," I said, noting the game they played on the radio was before he joined the Army.

"It's for his own mental stability. We can't just immerse him into the 21st century right away," Clint said as he finished my makeup.

"I still find it amusing how you know more about makeup than I do. And that I was the one roped into this," I said, adjusting the skirt.

"It was either you learn makeup, or the lights of the circus washed you out." He said, smirking at me. He had just gotten back from assignment in New Mexico and I was amazed at the story that went with it. It was almost as great as Budapest, but not quite.

"Please tell me you plan on telling Natasha soon," I said, giving him a look.

"Not this again," he sighed.

"She deserves to know. You trust her, and I do as well. This is a something you know she will keep," I said, as I was radioed to enter the room soon. Giving him a mock salute, I turned on my heel and walked to the fake room where Captain Rogers was being held.

"Good morning," I said as I walked in. He stared at me with confusion and contempt. I hated this part of my job.

"Or should I say, afternoon," I said looking at my watch.

"Where am I?" He asked, lowly.

"You're in a recovery room in New York City." I said, softly. He looked around, hearing the game again, and I mentally sighed, knowing this wasn't going to end well.

"Where am I really?" He said, a dark tone to his voice.

"I'm afraid I don't understand." I said, trying not to reach for my radio.

"The game. It's from May 1941. I know cause I was there." He said, making my smile slip from its place.

"I'm gonna ask you again, where am I?" He said, approaching me slowly. Not wanting to, but under orders to if this happened, I pressed a button on the small device in my hand, signaling for two agents to enter.

"Captain Rogers," I said, pleading with him as the armed agents entered. Clearly going into survival mode, he threw the agents in the fake wall, and jumping through the wall himself.

"Captain Rogers, wait!" I said, throwing off the heels and running after him, shouting into my radio, "All agents Code 13! I repeat, all agents Code 13!"

I had to give it to him, he was fast. I had a hard time catching up with him, but when I did, SHIELD vehicles were surrounding him and Fury was stepping out to talk to him.

"At ease Soldier," Fury said, standing a good distance away from the Captain.

"Look I'm sorry about that little show back there." Fury said as Steve glared at him.

"We thought it best to break it to you slowly." He continued as I came to stand by Fury's side.

"Break what?" He asked, noting the difference in clothes I wore, to those that people around us wore.

"You've been asleep Cap. For almost 70 years," Fury said, as I watched Steve's reaction closely. At first it was disbelief, then sadness, and then despair.

"You gonna be okay?" Fury asked, his one eye studying Rogers demeanor like I was.

"Yeah, it's just… I had a date." He said, sighing.

A/N: Next chapter should be up tonight :) Reviews make me very happy :)