Hermione is dressed in a plain and tight gray dress that, of course, she bought during the day before Tony brought her into the Tower. Her smoky eyes and bright red lipstick makes her look fierce, just like how she wanted to look. After making sure that her hair won't fall from its wedding bun -- except strands of hair that she purposely loose it free -- she slips into her two and a half inches heels. Then she exits her bedroom.

"Ah, Helen! Finally you came out of the room!" Tony, who is sitting on the sofa in the living area with Pepper beside him, claims. He stands up and approaches Hermione.

"What, it's still early," she scoffs, trying to avoid her eyes from looking at Pepper. Or in other words, she's making Pepper invisible to her eyes.

Tony smiles. "It's 1815," he states. "And the guests are already waiting."

"Still. Early," Hermione mutters.

Tony, Hermione and Pepper then walk together towards the elevator that leads them to the party floor. Tony tells JARVIS to bring them up, not pushing any button on the wall of the elevator like how it should be like in the malls or something. Hermione escapes herself to the back of the elevator; meanwhile Tony and Pepper stand in front of her while holding hands. She rolls her eyes sharply and has the urge to vomit with the intimate gesture between her old man and the red head. Her heart burns with the sight.

Only seconds after that, they reach the party level, which she doesn't know what level is that. The Tower is too high to count the floors respectively. Maybe that is why Tony installs an android in the elevator so it would be easy for them to go anywhere without remembering the floors, Hermione thought.

Tony and Pepper walk ahead. Music from the boom box booming on the entire floor mixing with the noise of people talking and clinging glasses. A different environment greets her as she follows Tony stepping into the party.

Behind him, Hermione sees adults here and there that she wonders if she's the youngest here in the building. Because if it's true, it makes Hermione realises that her world is no more with teenage boys. Her world is with adult superheroes, adult talks, adult mind and whatnot.

As soon as she steps out of the elevator, there she sees what look like a balcony and on the right, there's a stairs that leads them down to the party. Hermione plants her legs behind Tony as she watches Pepper let go of Tony's hand and takes the right turn, descending the stairs and takes a seat on one of the many sofas there among the guests with her usual friendly smile on her face.

"Welcome to the party, Helen," Tony says and he lifts his arms shoulder-level, the one like when a bird spreads up its wings. "And welcome home." He smiles.

Hermione returns her Dad's smile. "Thanks, Dad. I really appreciate it." She heads towards her father and stands against the fence of the balcony. "This is amazing." Her eyes gaze around the floor and down, where the guests are having a talk and drink. "I've never think I would-"

"Hey, look! It's Hermione!" someone announces loudly, causing everyone to turn up and look at her including the rest of the Avengers, that, according to Tony, they live here.

Abruptly, Hermione backs away. "Oh no!" She gasps. Out of many guests Tony invited, her eyes could only see those excited-looking Avengers. And she's looking at them in fear and shock.

"Helen? What's wrong?" Tony turns to look at his guests. It's just humans there, nothing odd or villains. "Helen?"

People start to whisper as Hermione turns and reaches her finger on the elevator button.

"Hey, where are you going?" Tony asks in panic.

Hermione's eyes start to water as she remembers back about her dreams. She doesn't know why, but lately, her heart easily melts and she easily cries. "I can't go down there. I can't." She shakes her head.

"Why?" Tony asks softly. "You're dressed so beautifully. You can't just leave like that. There's even a surprise for you down there."

The elevator dings; the door opens. "I'm sorry, Dad, I can't. They want to kill me."

Tony stiffens listening to what Hermione said. "You're not-" He pulls her daughter backwards when she opens her legs to step into the elevator. "What are you saying? Nobody wants to kill you, Helen. You're my daughter, they wouldn't dare to do it."

"But I saw it!" Hermione protests, stomping her heels.

"Where?" Tony is confused.

"In my dream," Hermione answers without hesitation. Even though she wanted to keep it a secret but now she can't. "They were there including Lukas. They wanted to kill me."

"They? Lukas?" Not that Tony doesn't know who are 'they' and 'Lukas' but he's just couldn't follow with what Hermione is telling him.

Tony lets out a sigh. "Helen, no one wants to kill you, okay? I promise you that," he convinces his daughter. Seeing her crying, he feels like he's staring at the young Helen. "Now, this party is for you. Don't waste it."

Hermione wipes her eyes. Luckily, her make-up was water-proof. She stands in fromt of the elevator, facing her Dad while fiddling with her fingers. For a second, she doesn't know what to say. But after awhile, she opens her mouth and speak. "I'm sorry," she mutters.

Tony gives Hermione a small smile although the girl was not looking at him. "Don't bother," he says. "Now let's get the party started, shall we?"

Stark's daughter nods her head.

As they climb down the stairs -- although Hermione could feel her heart thumping in her chest because of anxiousness -- Hermione speaks. "I want to taste all of your wines and beers."

And she's back, Tony thought.

"What?" he asks in astonishment.

"I want to taste your wines and beers. All of them."

"Are you kidding me, kid? Just because I said you can drink tonight, that doesn't mean I'll allow you to do whatever you want."

As they talk, Tony leads Hermione towards the waiting guests to distract her.

"I'm not asking for your permission," Hermione states.

Tony pulls a face, still in shock. "No," he decides to say after a few seconds. "I may haven't dealt with your insanity before but I won't allow you to drink all of them. They taste different, Helen, you might not be able to handle it."

"I don't care." Hermione shrugs.

"Still no," Tony says sternly.

Hermione can't help but to groan in annoyance in front of her guests that she hasn't noticed she's facing until her father says,

"Go mingle. I'll get you some water."

"Beer," she corrects her father.

"Light coke," Tony replies. "And that's final."

Hermione rolls her eyes and groans again. "Fine!"

As Tony heads to the bar and Hermione watches her father leaving her, her heart starts to pound again and she can hear it in her ears. Some of the guests who she hasn't noticed, have intense eyes on her. That moment, she wished she'd had let her hair down instead of putting it into a bun so that she could hide her face.

Wait a second, I'm an assassin. Why am I afraid of them?

Awkwardly, she turns and meets her guests eyes. Out of five who stand in front of her, she knew one of them. He has dark skin, bald head and slim. James Rhodes. Tony's close friend. Hermione wonders how they met because the last time she remembers, her father doesn't have friends.

"Hi," she greets them while having a doubt either to shake their hands or not.

"Hello," it sounds like a group of choir singing.

"Finally, I meet the daughter of the incredible Stark," that guy, Tony's friend, asks. "I'm James Rhodes." He extends his hand while smiling. "You can just call me Rhodey. Your father calls me that and I guess he would want his flesh and blood to call me that, too."

Hermione shakes hands with Rhodey reluctantly, the nightmare still linger around her head. There's a part in her wants to tell that guy that she knew him, but then she thought they didn't know half much about her stories that only makes her smiling.

"Nice to meet you." Hermione doesn't know if she's telling the truth or lying. For all she knows, these people around her could betray her especially she's the legacy of Stark.

The rest introduce themselves, too.

The more they talk, the more Hermione finds herself enjoying their presence around her. Yes, she might have suspicion on Rhodey a while ago, but after talking to the adult, she realises she's wrong. And she loves it to be surrounded with adults because she feels loved, totally the kind that she's been wanting years before.

After a few minutes, Hermione excuses herself and catches up with a person who has been staring at her long enough that made her feel self-conscious. Still with Tony hasn't come back to her, she approaches the man, who's standing by the bar with his elbows propped on the counter.

"May I join you, sir?" Hermione asks Clint Barton politely as he looks into Hermione's eyes.

He smirks. "Yes, you may, miss," he replies.

Hermione takes a seat on the stool, leaning his back against the bar. Keeping her eyes on the party, she asks, "Enjoyed what you see?"

Clint chuckles and stands up straight. "So much," he replies. "You don't know how beautiful you look tonight. Not the one I remembered."

"Oh, so sweet of you," Hermione plays along. "You can flirt with me all you want, but don't think your girlfriend can't see you." Hermione stays her gaze at one corner, where stood a shorter woman with her arms crossed on her chest.

Clint sighs and drops his head. "Nat...," he mutters. "She's been so cold lately."

"Maybe because you're forgetting her since I'm here," Hermione brags to herself.

"Aw, Hermione. Bloating yourself, aren't you? Just like your father," Clint chuckles at the young lady. "I've got to go. See you later. Maybe we can talk again when she does not have eyes on us."

"Oh, that's not going to happen, Hawkeye," Hermione states the fact. "It's not only you who have sharp eyes."

Clint laughs again, can't handle with Hermione's smart mind. "You have a point."

Just as when Clint leaves her, Steve Rogers comes. Oh, everyone has eyes on her tonight and seems like everyone wants her as company. No, she's not complaining. It's too soon to complain about the Avengers -- except those two red hair. Right now, she's loving it here. It's her home after all.

Home, home, home.

"Where's Tony?" Steve asks while standing beside Hermione. Both of his hands are shoved inside his trousers.

The girl shrugs. "Making a light coke, I guess," she answers.

Steve laughs. "Making a coke?" He looks at Hermione in curiosity. "What happened? It sounds interesting. Eh, may I take a seat?"

"Go on! This is a free country," Hermione answers sarcastically. "Plus, I believe my Dad didn't put any rules not to approach his daughter."

"Funny," Steve exclaims. "You know, if I knew you would be a good company, I would've talked to you soon enough," he says as he takes a seat, sparring one stool in between them.

"What's with everyone flirting with me tonight?" Hermione can't help but asking her thought aloud. Not that she hasn't been treated like this but, let's admit it, men here are much better than the boys in the Villa. Much mature, much older, much built. They're so Hermione's taste.

Steve didn't answer, only laugh. After a while, he asks, "So, how're you liking it here so far? I know you haven't been here a day, but... Yeah, how?"

The first thing that comes up to her mind when she's been asked like that is that dream. When she remembers about that dream, her smile dies down, her eyes turns darker than her original dark brown eyes. Her palms start sweating, her heart starts to panic. The dream felt so real that she feels as if it was really happening to her. One way or another, she tries to calm down and hides her anxiousness.

Luckily, Steve didn't notice anything.

"It's nice in here," Hermione answers Steve's question honestly. "I never thought I would be living in a penthouse one day much less living with the Avengers when you were all my enemies back then. So yeah, you can imagine how is it to live with your former enemies."

"Your life has been going so fast, huh? Have turned upside down that it feels surreal."

Hermione nods. "Apart from going missions and killing people. It's memorable."

"Ha," Steve scoffs with Hermione's statement. "If I were your father, I would feel so awkward listening to you talking about killing people."

"Well, there's a reason I'm a Stark."

And they talk and talk about everything that Hermione wasn't able to have a talk generally about them before. She talks about her missions when she was an assassin, how was it like to work with both Arnold and Aaron. She also tells Steve how they live in the Villa in which so different than here despite how big the Villa was. Discreetly, she's telling everything about her old life to Steve Rogers what she didn't tell her own father. But she feels fine.

As they talk, Sam Wilson walks pass and stops for a second to say hi to Hermione. Another thing she feels surreal: her enemies, that she once had been avoiding are appraoching her no matter what cost even if it's merely a hi. They never had a second thought on Hermione. They're so and too nice.

A couple of minutes later, Tony appears with Bruce Banner tailing him.

"Here you are, Helen! I've been looking around for you. Here's your coke." Tony hands in a tin of diet Coke to Hermione.

"Blame yourself, old man. I've been waiting for you for hours."

"Oh, don't exaggerate, honey. It's only been 45 minutes," Tony says.

"Whatever." Hermione rolls her eyes. "I'm still drinking them." She points her finger over her shoulder, where the wines and beers are located.

Tony gives Hermione a sharp look. "Don't be stubborn, Helen. You're not drinking them."

"Hell, yes, I am!"

"Whatever. Now I want you to follow me."

As the father and daughter leaves and bickering, Steve watches them with a smirk playing at the end of his lips.