A small child, with tangled brown hair, stood solemnly in the elevator. The man standing next to her had placed a hand on the back of her shoulders to lead her inside, and had not removed it since the doors had dinged closed. Perhaps as an attempt to provide her comfort; perhaps to assure himself of her presence.

In the child's hands she held a small aged suitcase and a damaged, vintage, John Wayne tin lunchbox. A heavy feeling settled hard inside the child's chest and she held her arms just a bit harder to her body. She recognized the feeling, fear.

Agent Phil Coulson glanced down at the top of the girl's head, feeling her suppressed shudder. He thought about smiling to reassure the child, but she stared steadfastly at the bottom of the elevator doors. Inwardly he sighed.

::Earlier That Morning::

Coulson had only been slightly surprised when he received the contents of the debriefing he was to give that morning. Though, he knew not as surprised as the original recipient of the news.

Entering a large room in the Avengers Tower, he was unsurprised to find one Captain America nervously pacing behind the seated team. Coulson waved a hand in a dismissing motion, "There is no national emergency, Captain."

Steve frowned, "Then why assemble the team? The message said urgent."

"I'm getting to that. SHIELD has received information, and it is our belief that it will most likely affect the Avengers as a whole." Coulson answered, taking position at the head of the rounded table.

"Then shouldn't Tony be here?" Bruce asked from the right.

Coulson shrugged, "Director Fury debriefed Stark in person, when we had confirmed the information."

"Fury? In person? What did Stark do?" Clint asked incredulously.

The team quieted, "Stark had a daughter."

And there was the bombshell of why he was here. While he let the team absorb the news, and let pass their various responses, he pulled up some files into the holographic settings in the table.

He brought up a picture of the girl for the team to see, tangled brown hair and large brown eyes staring solemnly into the camera. After a moment, it was Natasha that spoke first, "Those are definitely Stark's eyes. Dark circles included."

"She looks just like him." Steve said breathlessly as he sat down in his seat.

"She seems to be around 6-7 years old, why hasn't Tony been contacted before this?" Bruce asked a frown creasing his brow.

"I believe that to be the workings of her grandfather, Arthur Devereux II." More photos were pulled up, "It looks like he was a very controlling man and did his best to keep his granddaughters birth a secret since it was out of wedlock.

Stark's daughter is Toni "Cha'Kwaina" Devereux, 7 years old. Her biological grandmother belonged to the Hopi tribe making her qualify for government benefits. Her mother, Yvone Devereux, was an upcoming French model. Both Arthur and Yvone were recently killed in a car crash leaving Stark's daughter with no living relatives until their lawyer found some documents left behind by her mother. She's been in SHIELD custody undergoing psych evaluations since Tuesday."

That was four days ago.

Now it was time for her to actually see her new home.