Chapter One

Annoying. The only thought in her head as she drifted back up through the dark clouds of sleep that she had been missing so much lately. Groaning as she opened her eyes and the sunlight ravaged her room with its bright rays, Sloane sat up. The alarm on her phone was ringing and when she went to turn it off, she realized what it was that had actually woken her up.

"Hey, Pepper, what's up?"

There was a hiss on the other side of the phone, Sloane ignored it, knowing Pepper was probably just exasperated with Tony again.

"I need you to call your dad, find him, I don't know, just something."

"Why?"

Sloane slid from her bed, stretching for a moment and saying a quick good morning to Harold. The little dwarf turtle looked up at her and then went back to his lettuce, that was as much of a morning as she was going to get. Hell, the ring of her phone probably annoyed him as well so she couldn't blame him.

"He isn't answering any of my calls, I need to find out where he is because he just canceled a bunch of his meetings and I'm not going to give them some half-assed reason...again...even though I am pretty sure I know where he is but I will not think of that."

Sloane laughed as she put together the coffee maker and grabbed one of her mugs, heading back for her closet to get dressed for the day.

"Did he have his Black Sabbath shirt with him?"

"Yes."

"I'll find him, I put a tracker on it and made Jarvis swear not to speak of it to Tony."

"Smart."

"I am his daughter after all."

"Blood or not, you are his daughter."

Golden colored eyes stared back at each other in the floor to ceiling mirror, red converse, ripped up black jeans, grey crop-top, and a black leather jacket completed the look. Sloane thought about tying her blonde hair up into a bun but shoved the thought away as she began to put her makeup on, making sure to accent her outfit as well as her eyes. She hated them, but she loved them. They were a part of her. No matter what else was as well.

"I'll be back Harold, don't eat all of your lettuce, got it?

Sloane pulled up her tracking system on her laptop, sipping at the coffee in her mug. Typing in the description of the shirt Tony had with him, she watched the laptop think for a moment before the map on the screen began to move. He was pretty far away, and as she watched, the ping began to move.

"He's in a plane?"

Sitting back for a moment, Sloane hit a button and smiled as Jarvis answered to her call.

"Miss Stark, what may I help you with today?"

"Hello Jarvis, I need you to get me an image of the plane my dad is in please."

"He isn't in a plane, Miss Stark."

"Oh?"

"By what I can tell he left on an aircraft carrier."

"What?"

"Also, it seems that the aircraft carrier is now flying, and at a steady speed."

"Okay, thank you, Jarvis."

"Always happy to help."

Taking the last sip of her coffee and quickly washing the cup, Sloane walked to her closet and pulled out her backpack. She slid her laptop and charger inside, her drawing pad and some pencils, her headphones, and some simple clothes.

She locked up the house and walked onto the balcony overlooking the ocean. The scent of salt and clean, beautiful turquoise water hit her nose at once, immediately erasing all stress from her body. Sloane felt her muscles loosening, her bones becoming malleable, and looking down at her feet, the fire she loved already kissing the world hello.

"Dad, you are in for it."

Standing up on the railing of her balcony, she threw her backpack off, took a deep breath, and jumped. Her body soared through the air, diving toward the roaring sea, flames licked at her skin, enveloping her with a gentle touch and changing her into another being entirely. Her DNA allowed this transformation, her body had grown accustomed to it, no longer hurting from it, but reveling in it. This was a part of her.

The ocean took her into its grasp within moments, darkness reigning for as far as she could tell, but a glance upward, a powerful kick of her legs, and light broke in. The water thinned and soon air seeped into her lungs, she caught her backpack in her hand, now large, scaled, and holding dangerous claws. A dragon had never been her first choice of animal, but the fire welcomed it, she felt as though her ability to control fire became easier after she had learned of transforming herself into this great mythological beast. Her scales were a dark gold that glistened in the sunlight, her eyes a bright gold that held sharp pupils, the world could be hers if she wished it to be, but she had too much fun living in it, why take it over.

Giving few great flaps of her wings, her entire body just a little larger than a 747, she soared toward the last location she had seen Tony at. It didn't take long to arrive either, flying high just a little way in front of her was an aircraft carrier, although now, she would have to call it a Heli-carrier.

"Let's have some fun."

Sloane roared, she breathed fire just toward the front of the carrier, laughing in her mind as she imagined the panic upon the flying vessel. A dragon isn't very welcoming after all, she thought, but Tony deserved some anxiety from her, more than she already gave him at least. Rearing back to blow fire again, Sloane stopped when she heard a loud explosion. She watched the flying vessel, one of the engines spewed fire and smoke, slowing to a rather shaky stop.

"Man, if I caused that, I know I'm in trouble."

Shifting, the fire swallowing her large body, she flew into the engine, not surprised to see her dad there in his suit. A group of men came out of the engine and began shooting at them, Sloane swept her hands toward them, fire swallowing the group whole. Tony turned toward her, she could tell just by the body posture he was exasperated, holding his hand out with an earpiece in the metal glove. She took it, fitting the earpiece to her head and immediately got her father taking command.

"I don't know why you're here but I'll figure it out later."

"Talk to Pepper, Dad, but also just be glad I'm here."

"Always, kid."

She kept the people at bay with her fire, waving some sparks and flames away from the machinery as well, hoping it would help them.

"It seems to run on some form of electricity," the new voice chimes over the headset, Sloane turns toward a man standing in a spangled suit, looking over at a large panel full of wires and buttons. Sloane flew over toward them, pulling flames away from the man as she does.

"Well, you're not wrong."

Sloane keeps the enemies out of the way while Tony and the spangly man fix up the engine. A loud, angry roar splits the air in two, Tony and the other man stop for a good second, they all look at each other before working double time.

"What was that?!"

"That was Doctor Banner, Sloane, also known as Hulk if you remember the news articles."

"Barely, but why is he on this thing with you guys?"

"He's a part of the team." Sloane kicks a man back behind the fire, sucking the flames off of his clothing, knowing just by the look on their faces that these men were not entirely of sane mind.

"Oh, Cap, this is my daughter, Sloane. Sloane, meet Steve Rogers, or Captain America."

Sloane smiled up at the man, purring in her head that the spangly backside she had been admiring was a legendary one as well. She helps as much as she can when the men are taken care of by other SHIELD agents, using her fire to knock off as much debris as she can, pulling flames away from potentially dangerous areas. Tony blasts a couple larger pieces of the turbine, hovering for a moment as he surveys the area.

"It's bad, but still fixable, Dad."

"The relays are still intact, what's our next move?"

Sloane turns toward Steve, taking everything in for a moment as Tony begins to speak, "Even if I clear the rotors, this thing won't re-engage without a jump. I'm going to have to get in there and push."

"Well if that thing gets up to speed, you'll get shredded!"

"Dad, he's right, do you want me to do it?"

"No, Sloane." he turns from her toward Steve, "Just stay in the control unit and reverse polarity long enough to disengage mag—"

"Speak English!"

Sloane wants to laugh but understands where Steve is coming from to a point. Even she doesn't understand everything her dad says, she understands enough, but not as much as she needs to sometimes.

She watches her dad position himself at the rotors, ready to go, "Sloane, be prepared to pull any fire from the engines, we can't have anything else damage the damn thing."

"On it!"

Flying high, Sloane stares down at each of the engines, watches Tony cut one more piece of metal before positioning himself again. She hears gunshots and dives back down to see Steve fighting off some SHIELD agents, only these ones were obviously on the wrong side.

"Shit has hit the fan literally, Dad."

Shifting quickly, Sloane gracefully, jumps from the flames as a large jaguar, growling and hissing at the men. They seemed to hesitate for a moment before firing at both her and Steve. She knocked guns from hands and pounced on a couple of the men, making sure to knock their heads against the metal floors for a good sleep. She turned in time to watch Steve pick up a large gun and begin firing at more people, jumping up to his last position for a better vantage point as she scares more away.

The entire Helicarrier seems to jolt as it begins tilting to the side, Sloane tries to stay upright by digging her nails into the floor but scrapes her way to a ledge. She decides to jump, shifting again and flying out of the other side of the fire to kick another bad man in the face. When she lands, her wings spread wide, fire forming a wall from the floor to the ceiling to keep the rest out of their area. She takes a second to watch the flickers of blue in the orange, confused but preoccupied at the moment.

"Sloane! Keep them out!"

"I'm already doing that!"

Tony begins to push the rotors, his boots firing up high as people begin to throw themselves through the fire, Sloane doesn't want to hurt anyone possibly on their side and drops the wall of flames to throw punches with them. Tony made sure to put her through some defense classes, Natasha had helped teach her a little more, but having abilities definitely helped. The rotors pick up speed as Sloane and Steve fight off more people, flames come roaring from her mouth, scaring some but not all.

"Cap, I need the lever!"

"We need a minute here!"

Sloane goes up to grab the lever, her wing gets snagged by an enemy, she turns and with a huff, spins herself in the air, fire curling from her fingertips and burning the hands of the man who had touched her.

"Lever! Now!"

She hears banging and watches the light from the reactor glint around the rotors. She can't tell if its good or bad. Sloane helps as well as she can, throwing punches with a few more people, commanding the fire to burn people she can't reach with her hands or wings. She blocks a punch to her left with her wing, throws fire at his chest, sending him backward as Steve pulls the lever, opening the vent on the engine and her father practically falling from the spinning blades. One of the fake agents grabs Sloane by her neck, throwing her into a wall and slamming her head into the metal repeatedly causing literal stars to fill her vision.

A body knocks the man from her, bringing the air back to her lungs enough for her to look up at the men. Tony laid on his back, the metal armor damaged from the runaround in the rotors. Steve just looked exhausted, still not bad for a seventy plus-year-old man. Sloane slid down the wall to her bottom, holding her throat and coughing a little but smiling at both the men to show she was okay in some way.

"Agent Coulson is down."

"Paramedics are on their way."

Everyone is still. They all listen to Fury on the earpiece, hoping nothing had happened. Sloane felt tears well up, burning in the back of her throat as she crawled toward her father and held his hand.

"They're here."

Silence again.

"They called it."

She held them down, she couldn't cry, she had only known Phil for a little while and yet had already decided he was like a sweet uncle to her. She loved when he came to visit and had been a little angry, she missed the visit to the new Stark Tower. Now, even more so.

Fury came out toward them, shaking his head at Sloane in an exasperated sort of way.

"Quite the time to show up, Miss Stark."

"I take after my father."

The four of them walked through a hallway into a larger room, it was covered in debris and people were moving around trying to clean up or help others. Sloane followed her father to one side, taking the chair he slid out for her as Steve sat in another a few down from her. They were all quiet as a tall brunette walked into the room and talked with Fury.

"Sloane?"

She turned in the chair to see Lucas Lance and his daughter Leia. Sloane didn't even think twice before getting up to hug the dark-skinned girl and her father.

"I guess we have a lot to talk about huh?"

"Yeah."

Sloane watched Steve hold bloodied cards in his hands, he seemed hesitant to hold them really but did so, and she had to hand it to him for being so strong.

"We're dead in the air up here," Nick Fury stared at each and every person, his demeanor calm. "Our communications, location of the cube, Banner, Thor. I got nothing for you. Lost my one good eye. Maybe I had that coming."

A good couple of heartbeats later and Fury spoke again, "Yes, we were going to build an arsenal with the Tesseract. I never put all my chips on that number though, because I was playing something even riskier. There was an idea, Stark knows this, called the Avengers Initiative."

Sloane glanced over to Leia, she just nodded at her, holding her hand a little, thumb rubbing the back of her hand softly.

"The idea was to bring together a group of remarkable people, see if they could become something more. See if they could work together when we needed them to, to fight the battles we never could. Phil Coulson died still believing in that idea, in heroes."

Tony left the room, Sloane thought about following him for a second but turned back to Fury, realizing he was watching her as Leia handed her a file.

"Well, it's an old-fashioned notion," Fury motioned to the file in her hand, her eyes followed him and she realized she had her own file with her name on it, it was filled with information on herself and the others. She saw pictures of herself as a teen with Leia, shutting the file quickly when she realized what night she was looking at.

Glancing back up to Leia, Sloane did as much of a smile as she could muster, worried about her dad, worried about how much SHIELD knew of her past.

When everything seemed to calm down, the mourning still filled the air, Sloane turned back to Leia and Lucas. They talked, catching up, trying to understand what could be going through Loki's head.

"Oh, by the way, the entrance you had was killer, Sloane, wish you got here a little beforehand though, maybe we wouldn't have nearly aimed our guns at you."

"You aimed your guns at me?"

"Nearly," Lucas laughed and patted Sloane's shoulder, leaving to talk to the now known Maria Hill. Sloane thought she was hot, Leia thought she was hot, but then again, Leia thought a lot of people were hot.

A/N - Hello! So, this is the revamped version of Chapter One. i have deleted Chapter Two as i am in the process of revamping that as well but do not worry i should be a lot faster with these since i do have fantastic reference materials now. Thank you for your patience with me! i'm hoping to update this story more often as i have a new and improved muse to work with and i would love to see everyone's reaction to Sloane's story further down the road! Thank you again!