'Don't wanna hear about it,
Every single one's got a story to tell,
Everyone knows about it,
From the Queen of England to the Hounds of Hell."

Seven Nation Army by The White Stripes.

Easton was awaken abruptly by the ringing of JARVIS' voice around her floor, throwing a pillow over her head to block out the almost deafening British accent.

"Miss Stark, your father would like to see you in his laboratory."

She groaned, heaving herself up from her mattress and looking to the mirror across from her bed, grimacing at her frizzy hair and rosy cheeks.

"Now."

She pulled herself from the bed with a groan and to her bathroom, splashing water over her fair skin and running a brush through her chestnut hair carelessly still half asleep.

She traipsed down the hall to the elevator and pressed the button to her father's lab, yawning as the elevator descended down. She stepped out, the bright light of the lab blinding her as she threw an arm to cover over her eyes.

She made her way into the lab, to see her father making modifications to some new suit he'd been working on, looking over blueprints for what he called 'the future beacon of clean energy'.

"Hey kiddo! Over here!"

Easton wasn't bothered about anything that involved clean energy, and the only way she would usually step into the lab was to create some cool gadget or to test peculiar experiments for her father's research - what could she say? She was an eighteen year old girl with a passion for testing spark stones against the wall of her room.

Tony began furiously drilling the mask, making Easton cover her ears and wrinkle her nose at the squealing noise, but all Tony Stark did was laugh.

"Is that really necessary, Dad?"

Tony laughed again, stopping the drill and turning to face his daughter cocking an eyebrow, "Why? You hungover?"

Easton simply scoffed at his accusation, a dramatic hand resting over her heart.

"Well considering the fact that I spend all last night watching Fresh Prince reruns with you, I don't think so," she replied, synced with a signature Stark eye roll.

"Ouch! I invented that famous eye roll I'll have you know! Respect your elders, squirt."

Easton, despite being the daughter of a famous billionaire, wasn't exactly the kind for socialising. She had friends, granted, but wasn't so keen in making their interactions an out of school scenario - she didn't exactly want people fawning over her home.

She thought she had all the friends she needed in Jaime, an old friend who happened to be Phil Coulson's niece, Pepper, her Father and JARVIS - she didn't plan on extending any further invitations.

"Well I was just saying," Tony raised his hands in surrender, "you know where the liquors kept kid."

Tony winked at his daughter who simply scoffed and began fiddling with a pen from the workstation.

"Y'know, the craving for scotch doesn't exactly run in the genes," she smirked, "I thought a genius like yourself would know that."

Tony chuckled at his daughter again, sending off some blueprints for the mission later to Pepper's computer, "nope, but a high IQ sure does."

Easton didn't take pride in her academic tendencies, although her father and Pepper certainly did. She was a straight A student, but didn't like to flaunt it around - that seemed to be her dad's job.

Easton took a place on a stool opposite Tony, looking over the blueprints again before looking up, "so you guys are definitely going through with this tonight, huh?"

Tony looked up and nodded, "yeah, and so are you Einstein," he spoke, handing her a bluetooth ear piece which she examined with a questioning look.

"What do you mean?" She asked, clicking one of the buttons to life.

Tony moved to her side, "screw that biology assignment, and welcome to Team Stark."

Tony had full trust in his daughter, she was the heir to the hero's fortune after all.

"First off - surely my birth certificate had me qualifying for 'Team Stark' since '94, right? And second - are you sure I'm equipped to handle this?" She questioned, the earpiece remaining in her hands.

Tony nodded, "when you're next to inherit the family business you gotta jump in feet first, squirt," he replied, ruffling Easton's hair causing her to bat his hands away.

"I guess," she spoke, placing the earpiece down and throwing her hair over her shoulders away from her dad's grasp, "and speaking of clean energy - I'm gonna go take a shower,"

Tony nodded, and kissed his daughters temple before she made her way out of the lab, stopping at the door.

"Dad?"

"Yeah, kiddo?"

"That biology project - completed in advance,"

Tony Stark smiled to himself as his daughter sent him a smarmy smile, "of course it is."

—

Easton had been training on her floor for a few hours after bumping into a pancake making Pepper on her way from the shower.

"Miss Stark, you father requests that you report to the penthouse with Miss Potts."

JARVIS' voice amplified in her ears again, as she checked the time: 19:00.

"Thanks, J."

She moved from her spot in her lounge and pulled a hoodie over her shoulders, rushing to the elevator and travelling to the top floor of Stark Tower where her father and Pepper were waiting for her.

"Late on your first day on the job," Tony spoke, his voice laced with sattire, "not a very good first impression, young lady."

Easton simply just rolled her eyes at her father and moved to Pepper, "I'm thirty seconds late, my apologies," she replied, her arms up in surrender making Pepper chuckle from beside her.

"Hey, you're suppose to be on my side!" Tony spoke, as Pepper shook her head at his immaturity. They all moved to the outside where the suit was waiting for her father to embark on the mission.

"Hey, don't do anything stupid," Easton spoke to her dad who shook his head nonchalantly in response.

"How can I?" He questioned, "when I'm leaving all the stupid here with you?" He teased, shooting across the sky in the suit as her and Pepper were left at the tower.

Easton placed the bluetooth in her ear and crossed her arms over her chest, Pepper's arm wrapping lovingly around her shoulders, "the IQ test he made me take proves otherwise."

Pepper laughed once again. "Let's get inside, honey," she spoke, and Easton followed suit. They made it into the tower and began to embark on the logistics of the mission.

They had thorough communication with Tony, usually just snide remarks from him as he worked below the sea surface which, in all honesty, terrified Easton - she couldn't lose another parent, she couldn't.

She was familiar with everything, and knew the statistics of the mission like the back of her hand. There was alot of studying, reporting and pressing of holographic buttons in front of her.

"You're good on this end," Tony spoke to the two of them, "the rest is up to you." And with the pressing of buttons, Pepper replied.

"You disconnected the transition lines?" She asked, checking over the stats in front of her while Easton checked over the reactor's systems, "are we off the grid?"

"Stark Tower is about to become a beacon of self-sustaining clean energy, ladies," he spoke from the suit, as Easton and Pepper shared a smile.

"Wow," Easton breathed, "so maybe our reactor takes over and it actually works?" She spoke, and could practically feel her father rolling his eyes at her.

"I assume," he replied, "now light her up," and by this point he was out of the ocean and up in the skies of New York City.

Easton flipped a lever and with it, the Stark logo lit up illuminating the tower above all the rest. "How does it look?" she asked, looking to Pepper.

"Like Christmas, but with more...me," Tony replied, making Easton chuckle to herself at her dad's vanity, one thing she certainly for the better didn't inherit.

"We gotta go wider on the public awareness campaign, you need to do some press," Pepper informed Tony who was approaching the tower in all of its glory, "I can do some more tomorrow, I'm helping on the zoning for the next billboards..."

"I can help?" Easton offered, taking a place on the couch opposite the holograms and pulling her hair up from her clammy neck.

"Ladies, you're killing me!" Tony whined, "remember? Enjoy the moment," he finished as Easton saw the illuminated windows beside her from the building's logo.

"You mean enjoy your moment, Dad," Easton mumbled, grabbing her phone and mindlessly playing the first game she saw.

"Why don't you get in here and I will," Pepper spoke, making Easton fake gag loudly from her chair hurling over to her feet with a sour look on her face.

Tony approached into the penthouse without the suit and marched into the room, a swagger in his step.

"Levels are holding steady...I think," Easton spoke from the monitors she was looking at above her when her dad placed two hands on her shoulders.

"Of course they are, I was directly involved," he spoke, kissing his daughter's temple, "which brings me to my next question - how does it feel to be geniuses, ladies?"

Easton walked over to sit on a couch, taking the bluetooth that was still in her ear and placing it on the coffee table, "you literally just called me stupid all but a half hour ago?"

"And I wouldn't know, would I?" Pepper spoke with a hint of sattire, sitting opposite Easton, taking out her bluetooth and crossing her arms over her chest like a mirror image of her step-daughter.

"You kiddo, are a genius like your old man," Tony spoke pointing to his daughter, "and all of this came from you," he spoke to Pepper to the side of him.

"No, all of this came from that," Pepper replied, pressing a finger to the energy in the arc reactor as Easton nodded in agreement.

"Give yourself some credit, Stark Tower is your baby," he reassured his girlfriend, "give yourself...twelve percent of the credit," and with that, Easton and Pepper both gasped.

"Twelve percent?" Pepper spoke in disbelief, as Easton stood to get some water from the faucet.

"Dick move, daddio," she spoke as she passed them both, moving to the faucet and pouring a glass of water and as she returned to the room, her father and Pepper were kissing.

"You guys are literally the living definition of gross," Easton spoke to the two who immediately pulled away at her arrival, "gross isn't even a strong enough adjective - J, give me some synonyms for gross, will ya?"

"Disgusting; Repulsive; Repugnant; and Revolting, Miss Stark."

Easton smirked, 'what J said."

The two chuckled at the eighteen year old before JARVIS cut them off, "sir, the telephone - I'm afraid my protocols are being overriden,"

Easton then turned to see a sight for sore eyes in the elevator doorway - Phil Coulson.