Briana Stark

"You're good on this end. The rest is up to you," I look up from my sketchbook and over to where mom stands at a table, dad's face appears on the screen as our images appears in his mask.

"You disconnected the transition lines? Are we off the grid?" Mom ask seriously.

Dad responds proudly, "Stark Tower is about to become a beacon of self-sustaining clean energy."

"Well, assuming the arc reactor takes over and it actually works?"

"I assume. Light her up,"

I watch as mom clicks a few buttons and then the patio outside is engulfed in lights.

Mom grins as she wonders, "How does it look?"

"Like Christmas, but with more," I see dad smirk on the screen, "me."

I roll my eyes. Yeah, this is what normal is look for us Starks.

I didn't realize that mom started going on about business till dad cuts in, "Peps, you're killing me! The moment? Remember? Enjoy the moment,"

"Then get in here and I will."

The machine whir to detach the suit from dad's body as I go out to meet him, Jarvis announces. "Sir, Agent Coulson of SHIELD is on the line,"

"I'm not in," dad says as his face mask is removed. "I'm actually out,"

"Sir, I'm afraid he's insisting," Cassidy presses.

"Grow a spine, Jarvis, Cassidy. I got two dates for the evening,"

I hurriedly jog over to him and throw my arms around his chest. He smirks and squeezes me tightly as I bury my head into his chest. I giggle as I cling to him and he struggles to walk over to mom with one leg is dragging behind the other as he moves, mom is studying the hologram.

"Levels are holding steady," she pauses and speaks hesitantly, "I think."

"Of course they are, I was directly involved, which brings me to my next question, my dear: how does it feel to be a genius?"

"Well, I really wouldn't know now, would I?" Mom smiles as she rolls around on the edge of the table to face us.

"What do you mean? All this," He points a single finger at her as he nods in her direction, "came from you."

"No. All this came from that," she taps a finger on the arc reactor that glows blue behind his black shirt.

"Give yourself some credit, please. Stark Tower is your baby. Give yourself," his hands rub down her arms as he thinks and says in a somewhat, but a little too much of a condescending tone, "twelve percent of the credit."

I release him, not wanting to be caught in mom's crossfire of her response. I jump onto the couch again and pick up my sketchbook and start drawing again.

"Twelve percent?" Her face grows a little sharper.

Dad quickly attempts to fix his mistake as he motions his hands around, "An argument can be made for fifteen."

"Twelve percent? Of my baby?" Mom and dad walk towards the couch.

"Well, I did do all the heavy lifting. Literally, I lifted the heavy things," dad keeps walking towards her, pointing a finger at her again. "And, eh, sorry, but the security snafu? That was on you."

Mom kneels down in the living area to pour some champagne into the two glasses dad has waiting.

"My private elevator," dad says.

"You mean our elevator?" Mom smiles as she pours two glasses.

He keeps going on, "Yeah, it was teeming with sweaty workmen."

Mom hands Dad a glass. "I'm going to pay for that comment about percentages in some subtle way later, aren't I?" Dad ask.

Mom shakes her head, "Not gonna be that subtle."

"I'll tell you what," dad tries to compromise, "Next building's gonna say 'Potts' on the tower."

"On the lease," she corrects as she moves to clink their glasses.

He sucks in air through his teeth and pulls his glass back from hers, "Call your mom. Can you bunk over?"

"Sir, the telephone. I'm afraid my protocols are being overwritten." Jarvis says.

Dad reaches over and grabs his phone, looking at the screen.

"Mr Stark, we need to talk," Coulson's voice says sternly.

"You have reached the life model decoy of Tony Stark," dad speaks. "Please leave a message."

"This is urgent,"

"Then leave it urgently,"

Suddenly the elevator doors open and Coulson stands there, unimpressed as he pulls his phone from his face.

"Security breach, that's on you." Dad says.

"Mr Stark,"

"Phil!" Mom says happily, standing up and walking over to him. "Come in."

"Phil?" Dad makes a face.

"I can't stay," Coulson steps in, looking serious.

Me and dad follows mom over to him and dad motions at him, "Uh, his first name is Agent."

"Come on in, we're celebrating," mom offers, completely ignoring dad.

"Which is why he can't stay," dad mumbles before grinning fakely at Coulson.

"We need you to look this over," Coulson holds out a black folder to dad. "Soon as possible,"

Dad winces and draws back a little, "I don't like being handed things."

Mom jumps in easily, "That's alright, cause I love to be handed things. So, let's trade,"

Mom gives her glass to Coulson, takes the folder, gives the folder to dad, and then takes his glass.

Dad handles the folder and looks at Coulson, "Official consulting hours are between eight and five every other Thursday."

"This isn't a consultation," Coulson says.

"Is this about the Avengers? Which I know nothing about," mom says.

"The Avengers Initiative was scrapped, I thought," dad calls over his shoulder as he walks away only to turn around. "And I didn't even qualify,"

"I didn't know that either," mom shrugs. I walk over to dad.

"Yeah, apparently I'm volatile, self-obsessed, don't play well with others." Dad says.

"That I did know," mom says.

She's not wrong.

"This isn't about personality profiles anymore." Coulson says.

"Whatever. Miss Potts, got a minute?"

I zone out of the conversation between dad and mom while I look at the file. Dad then puts up holographic profiles of various extraordinary beings.

A large and green man is one of the holographic profiles. I see a man in a red, white, and blue suit is fighting what looks like Nazis, I see a teenage girl probably around my age being experimented on before she's frozen. I thought Grandpa say that a man and his kid were frozen in ice and lost at sea. Were they?

There's other people in the files. I immediately recognize a redhead as Natasha Romanoff and I see her kicking butt. There's a man with a bow and arrow, then there's another dude with a hammer. I heard mom and dad talking again and I plant my feet into the ground, as if I was telling them that I'm staying with dad. Mom and dad continue whispering till mom whispers something into his ear that I can't quite heard. Mom then kisses my forehead then she and dad shares a quick kiss. Mom walks away with Coulson as my eyes land on a familiar blue cube that hovers among the information.

Dad swings back around from watching mom and Coulson, but stops when he sees what I'm staring at. Dad's hand stretches forward and I watch him pull the cube towards us. He stares down at it with his brows furrowed before his eyes flick up with a concentrated remembrance lingering in his irises.

Avengers belongs to Marvel

Briana belongs to me