"Took you longer than I expected," Morgana Pendragon announced her presence. Eliza turned around, a dangerous look on features. The woman hummed at seeing the younger girl and shook her head, her own hood moving with the action. "Furious, I take it, for what I did? Its not like those poor kids would get a home anyway." She hissed as if she put her hand on fire as Eliza's look darkened, "Oops, did that hit a soft spot?"

Eliza didn't speak. She was too furious to do so. She felt as if she did speak, then it either come out too loud or too quiet – she couldn't tell which it would be, or whether one was better than the other; so, she kept her mouth shut. Eliza was feeling many emotions. Fury. Sorrow. Guilt. Every emotion between those. She didn't exactly know how to handle it all at the moment. Which, honestly, was probably why she was stupidly standing in front of a woman who can't be hurt but was planning on hurting her in some way.

Morgana noticed the silence coming from the vigilante and raised an eyebrow. "Nothing to say? Shocking, really. I was waiting to get screamed at for killing the children."

Again, Eliza said nothing. Her eyes narrowed into slits. Oh, how she would love to get rid of Morgana in this moment.

"Hm," Morgana put her hands on her hips. "Maybe you aren't that mad like I thought. Maybe you understand more than I guessed. Maybe we're more alike than I believed."

Those words caused a different reaction from Eliza. Her glare disappeared and instead confusion was clearly seen on her features. She almost took a step back, appalled at the thought of being similar to Morgana, but she stayed put. Quietly, she let out a confused, "What?"

Morgana ignored the fact that she finally spoke and waved a hand in the air as she started to explain. "We both are similar in many ways. I was a princess, my father was a king but my mother was killed. I had a half brother who was a prince, destined to take the thrown. You, technically, are a princess with how famous and loved your father is – making him the king. You're mother was killed as well. Your brother is then the prince. Your foreign friend is parallel to my maid. Our lives are so similar; we are so similar. I did what I did to show you how it felt to be hated! That is where we are different, child. People adore you and praise you for your magic yet when I was alive, everyone wanted me dead."

"Maybe because you did nothing good with your magic," Eliza sniped out, finally finding her voice.

"And those people out there think the same thing of you. After all, they don't know I'm back. I've disappeared far too quickly for people to fully notice my presence in our fights." She paused, an evil smirk forming. "That one bad thing is out weighing all the good actions you've done."

Eliza's glare was back, the look hardened with each passing second. "Why are you telling me this?"

"Because I think you probably know who I am by now, and that means I'm going to have to disappear for a while - at least until I for sure know that you know where that crystal is," Morgana stated.

Once again the glare was suddenly gone from her face and Eliza was in a state of confusion. She was about to question the woman farther, to ask what she meant, but in an abrupt motion Morgana lifted a hand and threw the girl into the wall. Eliza hit the surface with a loud crash into some shelves. She quickly fell to the floor and stumbled to her feet, ready to fight, but her ancestor was no where to be seen. Eliza let out a frustrated yell and punched the wall beside her. It caused the skin of knuckles to tear open. She hissed in pain and cradled her now wounded hand, and after a few seconds she left.

+++

When she got back home, Eliza had no choice but to tell Tony and the others what happened back in the warehouse. Tony wasn't happy one bit, none of the adults were, which was why Eliza wasn't that shocked when her dad grounded her. Felicity was a bit disappointed, and Killian wasn't that surprised. But the brother was mad at her for going alone.

Some odd days passed and everywhere they looked, Morgana was no where to be found. Jinx's and Vixen's vigilante reputations were tarnished because of the woman had done. Citizens had begun to fear them and their power, and for a split second Eliza wondered if this was how it was back when Morgana was alive. But she always pushed that thought away, and instead helped the ones who would let her. Jinx did the same thing. When they begged for Spider-Man instead of the two magic wielding vigilantes, Eliza would instantly get Peter when he was in his Spidey suit and bring the spider to the citizens.

Though, despite all of that, Eliza continued on through school and tried her best to keep her friendship with Peter. Josh and Jaz waisted no time in questioning Eliza when they realized that their brunette friend was finally on good terms with Peter Parker again. She explained with minimal detail, but the two Meyers were happy with the outcome nonetheless. Peter and Eliza started walking to work together. He joined the Meyers and the secret vigilante again at lunch, occasionally sitting with MJ again when he noticed the redhead by herself. The two new friends even walked back to school together if they ran into each other. Their friendship was going smoothly – well, as smoothly as it could with Eliza as a friend.

Eliza, dressed in her Vixen attire, sat on top of the Avengers Tower; thankfully being grounded doesn't mean she couldn't run around helping others. But her hood was lowered and her mask was off. It was dark on top of the large building, so if anyone looked up they wouldn't be able to tell it was her. Eliza's mind was reeling with thoughts about the night when Morgana disappeared; the day when she figured out who she was. She was trying to find something within those hours that could give the evil woman's location away. But nothing popped into her head. She let out a huff of annoyance, tossing her mask in the ground beside her. She was utterly frustrated with the situation.

"Eliza?"

The brunette stiffened at the sound of the familiar voice. She looked at the mask beside her and mentally cursed. She slowly turned her head until her eyes caught sight of the familiar face of Peter Parker. He stood some odd feet back, backpack hanging off of his shoulder and a rain jacket covering the top half of his body from the day's earlier rain storm. He looked completely shocked and confused. Eliza licked her lips and stood up, holding her hands up in defense. She was about to speak, to explain herself, but she got interrupted.

"You're Tony Stark's daughter?!" Obviously he remembered the little announcement from Morgana that Vixen was the daughter of Tony Stark. And since Eliza is Vixen, then... He quickly put two and two together, it seemed.

Eliza put her hands down and rolled her eyes at seeing he was more shocked about her being related to Tony Stark. "Well, you're an eight legged bug so what's the real shocker here?" She asked.

"That you're a Stark!" Peter yelled, motioning to her with both hands. "And so is- shit, so is Killian!"

"Say that louder, yeah? Just let the entire world know that Tony Stark has a daughter and son," Eliza snapped at him. She picked up the mask and walked over to where she was in front of him. "How are you more shocked that Tony's my dad than I'm Vixen?"

Peter opened his mouth to speak but stopped himself, thinking the situation over.

"Listen, just don't tell anyone," Eliza pleaded.

He slowly nodded, and eyed the girl in front of him because he wasn't used to seeing her look so worried. "I won't tell anyone."

She pursed her lips and gave him a short nod. "Thanks-."

"Wait, you know I'm-."

"Yes."

"Oh."

Eliza shrugged and patted his arm. "Don't worry, no one knows," she comforted his worried thoughts. He visibly relaxed at those words and Eliza removed her hand. "Another reason why you shouldn't tell anyone about me being a Stark and Vixen."

Peter gave her a smile. "Hey, I didn't go running when I heard Vixen was a Stark. Why would I do that to Eliza?"

The girl felt a kind smile form on her lips and couldn't stop it from growing at the words Peter said. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Peter smiled back at her as one hand gripped the strap of his backpack. The other hand went into his jacket pocket. "Sorry for interrupting whatever you were doing. I asked Felicity where you were and she said you sometimes come up here." He paused as he noticed that she was giving him a questioning stare. "I wanted to ask if we could study for the trimester finals together. It helps having another person, and MJ already has someone else."

Eliza gave a lazy shrug. "Don't see why not," she told him.

Sirens were then heard and both of them snapped their gazes to the city. They then looked back at one another and Eliza motioned for him to go on.

"You're not coming?" Peter asked, about to run to change into his Spidey suit.

"The city isn't very fond of me," Eliza said bitterly. "You take this one."

He nodded, and without another word he was off to save the day.