I teleported my way to the briefing room, where Maria Hill and Fury stood side by side, watching through multiple monitors. My suit made silent clinks on the metal floor, making Fury and Hill turn my way. Fury gave me a look, a sense of pride and determination on his face. I gave him a sly smirk, feeling good and confident in my new suit. Fury walked up to me, and in a quick motion, I engulfed him in a tight hug. My heart sped up as emotions started to build up, and tears flooded my eyes before I can stop them.

"I'm sorry," I cried out in a rasp. By now, everything inside me was an angry storm. Anguish, loneliness, and guilt swirled in me, seeping into my skin and bones. "I'm sorry I wasn't good enough," my voice came with a crack, as multitude of tears fell, staining Fury's coat. "I'm sorry I couldn't s-s-save Coulson, I didn't do better- I wasn't better, I'm so s-sorry."

And it was true. If I had went for Loki earlier, then maybe Coulson would be alive. Wounded maybe, but not dead. So little different actions would've made whole lot of difference.

Third Person's Point of View

Fury hugged the girl closer, not minding the suit. He let her bawl on his coat, closing his eye and letting an angry tear drop. She was a kid. She may be a Stark, she may have powers, but she's still just a kid. She isn't supposed to be fighting a battle. She isn't supposed to be bruised and wounded. But she is. And that's a fact he's got to accept. The only thing he can do now is to help. To help her heal. To dry her tears. To keep her, in his best power, safe. But for now, he'll hold her and give her what she needs. Strength.

"Elise," he stated in a soft manner, gently letting go of her and wiping her tears. "You've got to listen and understand me, okay?" Elise nodded feebly, letting him wipe her tears. "None of it, and I'll say it again, none of it is your fault. You did good. You did what you had to do. You did your best and that is enough, okay? You're not a soldier, you're a kid Elise. What you did to help is enough. What happened, maybe, was supposed to happen, and Coulson knew what he was going up against, so it isn't your fault. It's not any of our faults. You understand me?"

"Yeah," Elise nodded, squaring her shoulders and nodding firmly. Fury nodded at her in pride. "Thank you," she added. Fury smiled. He grabbed her hand and placed a golden locket on her hand, gently. "I think you know what this is," he commented. Elise gave her a knowing look but smiled wolfishly. "Of course I do, I can't believe you'd take the job though? I thought you answered to no one?" She asks in a teasing tone while flipping on her visor and activating her boot jets. Maria, seeing what she was doing, opened a window for her to fly out, while Fury just smirked at her comment.

"I mean, come on your Gramdmother is hella scary." She laughs at this while clipping on the necklace he gave her. Giving Fury another glance, he gave her a stern nod, and she nods back, powering her thrusters and shooting out towards the Manhattan skyline.

Elise's Point of View

"Hey J, connect me to Dad will you?" I ask, as the blue sky enveloped me and the clouds parted as I soared and gliderd as if I was on water.

"Of course, Miss Stark."

A small beep was heard before a slight crackle, "Hey kid, where are you?"

"On my way, dad. Where are you?"

"STARK Tower, top floors, just flying around and blasting aliens," dad said with dripping sarcasm making me laugh and increase the power on my thrusters, with a little boost from my powers.

"Well, ETA's three minutes so expect me to crash your party."

"Fun! Hurry up, I want you to get a few blasts in here." While I stayed on the line, I soared through the Manhattan skyline, easily spotting a... Yep. It's a hole in the sky. Aliens pouring out it. Blue beam. And oh, is STARK tower being used as a station? They better not have messed with my rooms.

Damn. The city was in ruins. Buildings were cracked and some of the cement have chipped off. Dust was flying everywhere as Chitauris flew past on a chariot, whilst others clung onto buildings. Others however, were littering the ground. Rubbles of cement and fallen debris created smoke and soot with small fires everywhere. People ran about, as I did my best to stray the Chitauri away from civilians. I maneuvered into tight spaces and locked a projectile on a group of Chitauri, killing them in a short span of five seconds.

Calculations ran wildly in my head, as I estimated how long this battle may last or the efficiency of the Avengers and their gears in battle. I released an invisible energy around the city, trying to find my dad's mind and signature energy. When I felt the scratchy sensation on my mind and the familiar warmth and comfort, I immediately tapped into the sensation, and almost immediately heard my father's thought.

"Thruster efficiency: 89%. Hand thrusters: 90%. Arc Reactor: 85% and plummeting, estimated warning for shut down in 47 minutes. Elise's suit: 97% efficiency. Powers: 98% efficiency. Prototype cape: not at use as of the moment. Chitauri population: at 23% in the city, note: containment is a must. Widow's Bite: 76% efficiency. Pistols: 80% efficiency. Hand-to-Hand combat: 100% efficient. Cap's shield: 100% efficient. Cap's vitals: 87% and dropping. Widow's performance: 82% and dropping. Barton's arrows: 100% efficient, note, provide extra holsters for arrows and upgrade arrow variety. Hand-to-hand: 91% efficient. Vitals: 79% and dropping. Win rate: as of now, a good 55%." There was a slight pause and a slight click in his head as I transferred my own calculations to him.

"Hey kid," dad greets telepathically.

"Hey dad," I greet back on whim.

"How's your side on the battle going? Oh shit, hit to armor, armor efficiency decrease by .18."

"Good, they got a few hits and there. No civilians on ground of my flight path so Chitauri elimination is the only thing going on. You?" I answer conversationally, as if blowing up aliens is a normal thing.

"I'm fine, how's the cape, have you used it yet?"

"Not yet, I'm thinking later when I blow up a Leviathan Chitauri though," I giggle out loud. From the comm, I can hear dad chuckle and say, "Have at it, kid. I trust you can handle yourself?"

"You really don't know who you're talking to," I snark at him good-naturedly through the comm.

"Oh trust me, I know who I'm talking to, and I also know how much you think like me so there's that little unsettling feeling you'll go and do something stupid," dad answers genuinely as I dodge a hit from a chariot and aim my repulsor at the engine of the chariot, effectively making it crash to the ground, killing the Chitauris on it.

"Please," I drag out to answer dad. "You and I both know I tend to follow your footsteps." Dad laughs at this and taps on our mind-link, the flow of data and estimations clashing with my own to create new conclusions for our win rate, making me slightly overwhelmed at the feeling of the sudden stream of data.

"Less talking, more killing!" I hear Nat through the comms.

"Yeah? I killed... a probable 50 Chitauri in a few minutes and a self-surround aware system with my powers, I'm good!" I say making her groan.

"God I wish I had one too," she says with a small grunt.

"Don't worry you'll get yours," I answer her, like a parent telling a kid she can have a candy later. Which is, in this moment, the case.

As I fly past buildings, the ever obnoxious and stand-offish image of STARK Tower came into view, making me do my best to relax my body as I feel panic and tensed ambiance all around me, the light-hearted talks from earlier now silenced as a new stream of Chitauri flooded the open portal. I take in deep breaths to calm my nerves and do the simple panic/anxiety routine dad taught me.

Five things you can see.

Buildings. The sky. The Tower. My dad. And aliens.

Four things you hear.

Cars. Voices. My thrusters. The wind.

Three things I feel.

My clothes. My metal suit. My visor.

Two things I can smell.

Manhattan air. Smoke.

One thing I can taste.

The mint from my toothpaste.

Calm and warmth started to spread through me like a wildfire, as I started to blast aliens after aliens that I saw on the streets or those that clung to buildings to decrease their number. From a distance, I can see Natasha, Steve, and Clint fighting on the ground, and Thor fighting Loki on the landing pad. As I pass by Natasha, I execute a psionic wave on the first round of Chitauri within two feet from them, giving them some time to take a break and form a plan. My thrusters took me higher. The wind slapped at the exposed skin on my face with my hair flying everywhere. Adrenaline pumped in my veins, making my stomach a fluttering mess. My muscles ached for action as sweat, even with the cold and harsh wind, clung to my hairline and body. Every alien I encountered, I fried with my blasters or simply rendered unconscious using my powers. JARVIS supplied me with oxygen that I needed and showed mine and my father's vitals on my visor's HUD.

For a while, I worked quietly with lessening the Chitauri and analysing the situation with the Tesseract and possible mortality rate, as dad and I exchanged datasets mentally to be updated on the possibilities through statistics.  I kept a steady pace of being alert and fending off aliens, but was thrown off balance by a sharp beep. I quickly assessed my visor, to see that dad's breathing was too erratic and his heart was beating too fast. Immediately out of concern, I say, "Dad, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, don't worry, I'm just a bit out of breath," he answered, with a deep intake of breath with the occasional sounds of screeches from aliens and plasma blasts.

"Is it your chest?" Is it the arc?" I ask, quickly halting myself from battle and putting up a protective barrier around myself. "Dad?" I ask again in worry. Of course, dad's been only wearing the arc reactor for a short while, a few months at least, but we still didn't know just what it did to his body. We had tried to consult retired doctors who were best of the best, but of course, all they said was "This is impossible." So of course, dad and I put a use in his PhDs and medical doctorates. We started to research further in his arc reactor in the short span of time that we had, and by now, realized that even though that little blurb of light spurred on his life, it was such a huge pain in the ass. And so, dad and I made sure to keep him and myself healthy. We started regimes, sleeping pattern, exercises, and even made sure that we were prepared for his good and bad days. And this, this is definitely a bad day.

"I'm fine, the arc's just a little twitchy, nothing I can't handle," dad brushes off.

"Yeah? On a scale of one to ten how bad is this 'twitchy'?" I asked with raised eyebrows even if he can't see me.

"Just a four, it's nothing serious," he assured me.

"Okay, keep me posted," I say in resign, and made sure to keep tabs on his vitals through JARVIS.

"Sure thing," was his response. Stupid dad and his lack of self-preservation. Stupid me inheriting all of his genes.

As I pass by my dad with a trail of Chitauri on his tail, I hit the few that I can without hurting dad. I make a quick round on Stark Tower to see Thor and Loki gone, an unconscious Doctor Selvig, and an energy barrier around the Tesseract. I had JARVIS do a quick scan to assess it, as I flew back to where the Chitauris were more rampant and to shield civilians out of the way.

Somehow, the Chitauri's have died down. Leviathan Chitauri ships were nowhere yet in sight. Dad and I were blasting stray Chitauris and making sure there were no stray civilians in harm's way. As I soared back towards Steve, Natasha and Clint, there was this terrible noise of a dying motor and I shivered at how bad Bruce looked. Bruce arrived on the small motorbike, a bit bruised and with pants that were too big for him, with his hair disheveled and a slightly haunted look on his face. Landing with a soft clink, Bruce gave me a shy smile as I flicked up my visor and smiled back. He walked up to us slowly, while I placed a protective shield around all of us, now just only noticing Thor's presence.

"So," Bruce starts, voice a bit rasped. "This all seems horrible."

"I've seen worse," Natasha starts slowly, making me hum in agreement. "Yeah, I can agree with you on that," I mutter quietly under my breath. Clint gives me a pointed look, as I give him a quick grin. He walks up to me and gives me a side hug with a small pat on the back as greeting.

"Sorry," Bruce apologizes to Natasha with guilt on his face. But Natasha just smirks and says, "No... We could use a little worse."

"Stark," Steve talks on his comm. "We got him."

"Banner?" Dad asks.

"Just like you said."

"Then tell him to suit up," came dad's reply. "I'm bringing the party to you." And just in time, dad flies by with a... A fucking Leviathan Chitauri on his tail. That- that- is not a party. I groan quietly out of annoyance and pain, as I feel the stitches on my back dig in to my skin. The six of us get ready, spotting the oh so huge Leviathan, as I flick down my visor, and concentrating the energy field around myself for protection.

"I-I don't see how that's a party," Natasha said blankly. The leviathan was coming closer by the second, as Bruce slowly walked forward, with Steve trailing after him in quick steps.

"Doctor Banner, now might be a really good time for you to get angry." Bruce looks back, a smirk on his face, still walking forward with the Leviathan just a few feet away from him.

"That's my secret, Cap," was Bruce's quip. Bruce tilted his head towards us, but somehow, his eyes land on me. "I'm always angry."

In a quick and fluid motion, Bruce's skin started to turn green, his body growing larger with each millisecond, as his shirt stretched and finally ripped off of his now green skin. In just a nick of time, the Hulk, with a loud and angry roar, punched the face of the Leviathan making its armor clang and become loose, its tail twisting upward because of the force of the punch, as we stepped back in caution. Pieces of armor fell from the Leviathan making me drag Clint closer to me and extend my energy barrier towards him.

"Hold on," dad warns, hitting the soft skin of the monster with a projectile, as sparks of yellow and red flew about with pieces of Leviathan meat and flesh flying towards us. Clint placed his arm on my shoulder and pulled me down, as the energy barrier protected us from the explosion. Angry screeches came from the Chitauri, as the Hulk roared and the body of the smashed Leviathan fell down in a heap. Clint and I stood up from our crouched position, as I came towards my dad who slowly hovered down. We all stood in a circle, watching each other's backs. Natasha loaded her gun. Thor swung Mjolnir in the air. Clint loaded his bow, as I cast a multiplication spell on his arrows and Nat's bullets. Cap strapped on his shield as I stood between Hulk who pulled me behind him, as if he were protecting me. Dad hovered stood beside me with a quiet clink, his arc glowing as bright as ever.

From a distance, I looked up towards the portal to see more Leviathan slithering their way down. This isn't going to end if we keep on like this. We need to close that portal.

"Guys," came Natasha's voice, as she gripped her gun, looking towards the direction of the portal.

"Call it Captain," came dad's voice. Cap stepped forward.

"Alright, listen up," Cap started. "Until we can close that portal, our priority's containment. Barton," he called out to Clint who stood on alert. "I want you on that roof. Eyes on everything. Call out patterns and strays."

"Stark," he looked at dad, who looked back at him. "You're on perimeter. Anything that gets more than three blocks out you turn it back or you turn it to ash."

"Can you give me a lift?" Clint asked my dad. Dad walked towards him while powering his boosters.

"Right, better clench up, Legolas," dad took a grip on his shoulder, as he flipped his face mask up and gave me a soft and warning stare. "Mini- Me, stay safe."

I nod at him and give him a small smile. "You stay safe too, old man." With that, he flicked down his face mask and shoots towards the sky while dropping off Clint on the building.

"Thor, you gotta try to bottleneck that portal, slow 'em down. You got the lightning, light the bastards up." On Steve's command, Thor wielded Mjolnir, as it took him towards the sky, a trail of lightning following his path. Steve turned to Romanoff.

"You and me, we stay here on the ground, keep the fighting here." Natasha nodded towards him, as he turned to face Hulk. "And Hulk," he paused, as Hulk drew in deep breathes, focusing on him.

"Smash." Hulk grinned, and jumped up with incredible force. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion as to why I wasn't called.

"And me?" I asked as I stepped forward. "My father didn't spent nights on my suit just so you can put me on the sidelines, and I didn't undergo excruciating pain when I was six when I received my powers just so, again, for you to put me on the sidelines," I say in a slightly annoyed tone. "I know what I'm capable of Rogers. I can handle my own." He turns to me at that moment, eyes hard and trained on my own. And surprisingly, there was trust. Genuine trust.

"The Tesseract, you need to find a way to shut that portal down. You and Stark have the best knowledge when it comes to it, I trust that you'll find a way," Cap finishes, as he turns around but not before giving me a stern nod.

Time to save the day.

Fun.