Six

Before Tony could even leave the room, he heard a whoosh of air and elegant footsteps echo throughout the room. "You're late." The billionaire turned his head to see a much taller man lean casually, yet attractively against the door frame.

The man in question was none other than Dr. Stephen Strange. A man, who it would be an absolute crime not to describe his appearance .

He had a striking set of mystical aquamarine eyes that looked like they already knew what was happening before the owner of said eyes were told. He had a chiseled jawline that screamed both elegance and masculinity, and he had facial hair to rival Tony's own unique beard. His goatee was freshly trimmed and the grey streaks in his hair, in the room's light, seemed a darker shade of grey than normal and these two things in his appearance was alone, enough, to let others know that the man who chose to wear it, had an amazing sense of fashion.

His stature, as previously mentioned, was at least a height of six feet, most likely more, and it had a power of offering comfort in the presence of his family but intimidation to those who would think of crossing him. It gave him a look of authority but one only had to look into eyes to know that he wouldn't misuse this power.

His outfit reeked luxury, down to the elegantly casual blazer and dress pants he was currently wearing. As usual, his magnificent red cloak was gently drifting behind him while attached to his shoulders, almost as if it had a mind of its own which Tony knew very well that it did.

The eye of Agamotto, which hung around his neck, cast a dim, low green glow around the room, which added to the comforting yet serious appearance of the doctor.

Stephen carefully strode over to Tony, who was taking another drink of straight whiskey. "You better not plan on getting drunk, Peter will be home any minute." He scolded lightly, only to frown in concern when no snappy comeback replied. "Babe?"

"...I have a daughter." Tony laughed ironically. "When I had riches and fame and having one night stands with random women when she was wanting to know where her Daddy was." A sniffle was heard. "I pride myself on being a good father to Peter, but how can I? I can't even save my daughter I don't fucking know jack shit about!" The billionaire drained his glass, tear stains subtle on his face.

The neurosurgeon quickly walked over, gently taking the glass out of Tony's grasp, and straddled him. Both hands laid "flat" on his face. "You listen to me, Tony Stark. You are a FANTASTIC father. Do you understand?" Stephen leaned his forehead against the older man. "We can't dwell on the past, what we could have done, what would have happened if he did something different. All we can do now is make sure your daughter is giving the best life imaginable."

Tony placed his hand on Stephens and tenderly gripped, closing his eyes. "...her name is Aidee. Adrienne Claire Potter, if we want to make it specific." He sniffled. "She's so beautiful , Stephen."

Stephen sadly smiled. "Where is she?" At his boyfriend's hesitance to answer, he asked the question again. "Where's Aidee?"

Before Tony could respond, Bruce walked quickly into the room and was nearly breathless. "You gotta see this." The boyfriends looked at each other and quickly followed Bruce to the room where Aidee was being patched up.

There sat the angel, her emerald green eyes tightly shut as Natasha cleaned her back. The redhead looked like she wanted to murder someone, kill them slowly. Watch them as they bleed out.

It made Tony want to shit himself, but he had to be strong.

"Tony...come look at your daughter's back." She said in an even tone, making Tony quickly stride over (as well as Stephen) to see her back. What they saw would horrify all of them, as well as disgusted and enraged.

On the back of Adrienne Potter lay carved words, from what seems like a filet knife. Some looked like they were recently added, others seemed like they've been there forever. What words, is a question most people would ask. Well, they were vulgarities that would make a young girl's self-esteem crumble before their very eyes.

Freak.

Whore.

Slut.

Mistake.

Unworthy.

Unwanted.

"Jesus….." Tony whispered his very blood boiling. "Who did this to you, Sis?" The Father asked, struggling to keep calm. He walked around to face his daughter, crouching down in front of her. Only to see tears of humiliation roll down her face. "Hey, hey, hey hey, look at me." Tony said gently, making her open her eyes slightly. A sad smile graced his face. "You're not in any kind of trouble, alright? You did nothing absolutely wrong, you understand?" A reluctant nod came from her.

Tony smiled and stood back up, kissing her forehead. "Thata girl." He cupped her cheek, rubbing it softly. "Now let's get you patched up and I'll introduce you to everyone, alright?" Another reluctant nod. "Good...Babe, could you help Brucie Bear here?"

"Of course." The low, baritone voice echoed the large, spacious bedroom. He quietly walked over, helping tend to the vulgar wounds on the teenager's back.

As this went on, various things swam through Aidee's mind. And the main thing being something akin to this:

How do I always manage to get myself into these situations?

~ACPS~

After Bruce and Stephen tended to Aidee's wounds, all of them migrated into the living room to find a teenage boy petting a stunningly beautiful snowy owl. The boy could be described as painfully endearing to the eye, and undoubtedly in personality.

The teenager could be seen as a little bit on the shorter side. Which suited the rest of his appearance: Wavy brown hair, soulful brown eyes that reminded loads of people of melting chocolate, a peach complexion. He wore a pullover sweater with a plaid flannel underneath. He had simple blue jeans and red converse on the lower half of his body.

He looked like he was welcoming, bright, and an overly-excitable puppy at the same time.

"Hedwig!" Aidee excitedly exclaimed and the beauty flew over to her, butting her head against her cheek.

"Cool bird!" The boy smiled brightly, jumping up to walk over. "And she's so pretty, isn't she?!" He baby talked, making the owl ruffle her feathers and turn her head away. Aidee giggled, completely carefree now that her beloved companion had found her.

"This is Hedwig, she was a gift." The bird now was grooming her long, curly hair. "She's so smart, always knowing where to find me." The teen looked amazed. "How did you get her domesticated?"

At Hedwig's offended hoot, Aidee smiled with patience. "Hedwig comes and goes as she pleases, but she decided that she rather likes me." The boy smiled, little dimples showing on his cheeks.

"I'm Peter, by the way." the boy said as he stepped forward and held his hand out, as he introduced himself and Aidee smiled back and shook his hand, only her's was more shy than his. "I'm Aidee."

Peter smile brightened. "Cool name!" Tony decided to make an appearance and walked over to them, ruffling Peter's hair. "Peter, this is your new sister."

His eyes sparkled now. "Sweet! So I have a sister now?!" Peter looked at both him and Doctor Strange. "Wait, you really mean it?!" Stephen smiled and nodded. "Of course."

"Wow, I-I, erm, wow," Peter stammered, surprised by the news broken to him. Then a big, goofy smile broke on his face. "I'm a big brother!" Aidee broke into a beautiful smile, her emerald eyes regaining a long lost sparkle.

Tony turned his attention towards Aidee. "First things first, let's introduce her to everyone else kid." Aidee nodded and looked questioningly at her dad's apparent lover. Stephen smiled warmly. "My name is Doctor Stephen Strange. I suppose you could say that I'm your dad's fiance."

Well...she was close.

"I call him Doctor Dad." Peter smiled brightly, too excited to even explain himself. "And that's Captain America and Bruce Banner and Ms. Romanoff but Dad likes to call her Kim Possible. And that's Thor and he's dating Bruce and they're super cute and-"

"Kid, calm down." Tony laughed and jostled his shoulder, looking at Aidee's overwhelmed look. "Did you get all of that, Sis?" Aidee blinked owlishly like the snow white companion on her shoulder. "I-I think so." She tried to observe the new people that were newly introduced to her at that moment.

The first person to visually catch her attention was the woman leaning with her hip against the sofa and her arms crossed over her chest. The woman had a grim look on her face with her shoulder-length red hair casually pushed back. She held a posture of someone who could be dangerous and very deadly. But, had a tendency of being human in rare points in her life. She gave off a vibe of a bad ass big sister, to be perfectly blunt.

Her eyes traveled to the next and final person, Thor. And, it was safe to say that Aidee was more than a little shocked.

He was tall, more than tall. His hair was cut short and was, recently, shaved at the sides in a fantastic pattern. His face seemed like it was chiseled from the heavens above, yet endured hell in the process (hence the scarring on his left eye.) The left of his eyes was a cinnamon brown color, filled with warmth and cheer. His right, the electric blue orb, shined bright with strength, power, and absolute bravery. He was immediately associated with...now what's the term Sirius used to describe himself

Oh yes, the "Pretty Bitchin' Uncle."

Aidee looked overwhelmed, being introduced to almost everybody at the same time. She looked at Bruce and the scientist came over and comfortingly placed an arm around her shoulder. "I think you're overwhelming her, Peter." The other teen looked bashfully shameful. "Sorry."

Aidee smiled shyly. "I-It's okay." She looked at all of the people. "I-I'm just not used to so many people being genuinely kind to me." She admitted, making every other person's heart break.

"Wel,l this is going to change!" Peter announced firmly and grabbed her hand. "Come on! I want to show you your room!" The teen tugged her away, leaving the adults in the room looking at her.

Tony closed his eyes when he felt Stephen hook his arm around his hip, kissing his temple. "She'll be okay." The inventor looked up at Stephen and nodded.

"I know."

~ACPS~

As Steve Rogers hung up the phone from ordering pizza for all of the family, he heard quiet footsteps come into the kitchen. "I've known you for 96 years, and it never ceases to amaze me how beautiful you are."

A shy smile grew on Steve's face as he heard Bucky Barnes walk up. His grin broadened as he turned to his husband, bending down to press a kiss to his lips. "Well hello to you too."

James Buchanan Barnes, otherwise known as Bucky, was a walking enigma. But, to Steve Rogers, he was one of the most open people he knew. The former soldier was almost as tall as Steve, just short by a mere inch. His skin was a olive tone, complimented by his dark blue eyes. Silky black hair reached down to his shoulders. A five o'clock shadow also made of the same color highlighted his high cheekbones.

The most noticeable feature, however, was left arm. Well, his lack thereof to be more specific. But, in replacement for his appendage, Bucky was equipped with a bionic arm. Who has been, more or less, tweaked and improved by Tony himself.

Bucky frowned at Steve's put out expression. "Hey, what's wrong?" Steve leaned his hip against the marble counter, his eyes landing on the floor beneath him. "Tony has a daughter. The things her Uncle put her through…" He shook his head, a sound of disappointment in his voice. "How could someone do that to such a sweet kid?"

Bucky frowned, not liking the put out tone his love was making, and walked up to face him. He wrapped his arms around Steve, kissing the tip of the Captain's nose. "The world is cruel, Steve. The people in it are even more." He gave the blonde a loving smile, rubbing his hands up and down his muscular arms. "All that we can do is make sure that she is loved from this point forward."

Steve nodded then smiled, cupping Bucky's jaw. "Come here." The younger gently tugged his husband's lips to his, the both sharing an incredibly tender kiss. Once they released, Bucky placed five more pecks to Steve's lips before kissing the blonde's temple. "I'm going to go take a shower, I'll be ready in time for supper."

The taller of the two smiled teasingly. "You better be." Bucky snorted at the comment, walking off to do his thing. Steve smiled and thought to himself, "Things will be alright."

~ACPS~

Back in England, Hermione Granger bursted into Ron Weasley's room. She was breathless, but a wide excited smile graced her features. "We found her!" Ron bolted up, rushing to his honorary sister. "Go on! Where is she?"

Hermione handed him a piece of parchment, letting the youngest Weasley son read its contents. The only reply was this:

"Why in the bloody hell is she in New York?!"