FIRST CHAPTER YAAAY!! I skip around a lot, so I hope that doesn't bother you. This chapter is basically exposition, so it is just kind've giving you some background info.

Some other things to note, DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN CIVIL WAR YET.

THIS IS MY LAST WARNING. MAJOR MAJOR MAJOR CIVIL WAR SPOILERS.

IF YOU SOMEHOW HAVEN'T SEEN AGE OF ULTRON YET EITHER THERE ARE SPOILERS FOR THAT TOO.

You've been warned.

Warning: I don't think there needs to be a warning this time around.
Intensity Level: If we're going one to ten, a four I think.
Cuteness Level: Sadly there isn't a tone of cute stuff in this one.

"DAD!" I exclaimed, running out of the building. We were at the Avengers site that my dad had been building for the past few months. My dad's arms caught me, and even though he was in a metal suit I didn't care. He held me loosely, and I pulled back. His helmet was up, and I winced.

"I watched the news, I just figured that you wouldn't have bruises on your face. I guess I thought the suit would prevent that, I thought you might've gotten sense knock into your head last time you got jostled in that tin can and added some padding. Are you okay?" I bit my lip, Pepper(my.. Step mom?) was probably going to go bonkers over this.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine kiddo, just a little tired. I'll give you a real hug when I don't feel like my ribs are cracking," I was satisfied by his answer, but something else had me conflicted.

"Wait, hey, what happened to JARVIS?" I asked before he could stumble off, presumably to mope around.

"Well, long story short, his database got loaded into a synthetic human."

I stared at him, my mouth agape. "Wait what?"

"His new name is Vision, I'll fill you in later." I tried to help him inside, but he insisted in walking alone. I stood awkwardly for a moment, wondering how on Earth he had created a synthetic human, and why he had uploaded JARVIS into it.

"Uncle Steve! Aunt Nat!" I exclaimed with relief as they stepped out of the Helicarrier next. They both looked exhausted, but gave me small smiles. They reached me pretty quickly, or rather I ran further down the grass towards them, and we met about halfway.

"Hey, kid." Uncle Steve wrapped me in a firm hug, and I held him tightly back. His arms felt secure, and after the long anxiety riddled few days that I had had, I wanted to hide in them. My dad probably wanted to be alone, so my "Uncle" would be the safest feeling person available.

"You guys look like death," I reached to give Aunt Nat a hug too, and she squeezed me tightly too. I felt safe there as well, a lot of my worries disappearing.

"I'm not going to argue with that," Uncle Steve chuckled, shouldering a large duffel bag, probably full of weapon type stuff that they had used. He glanced over his shoulder, and I followed his gaze, looking to a body on a stretcher covered in a white sheet. There was a girl with dark hair standing beside it.

"Did someone die?" I asked, fear freezing my body. I'd lived with a lot of fear that someone had died the past few days, and that the news hadn't known. Nat put an arm around my shoulders, and I looked back to her.

"No one you know," She smiled weakly, pain hiding in her eyes, "Just someone who died helping the good guys."

"I'm not 5, I can take it. I was just concerned that it was someone we knew. I mean a death is horrible, but I can take it." I was more concerned about Steve and Nat... They looked shaken, tired, and quiet.

"I know, sweetie," Aunt Nat pulled me in another hug, her arms a little tighter, her stance a little more protective.

"C'mon, let's go get your Dad cleaned up. Knowing Tony, he's probably up 'stewing' in his room." Uncle Steve put a hand on my shoulder, but it seemed like it was more to reassure himself that everything had turned out fine.

"What about Clint or Thor? Wait where's Bruce?" I asked, walking with them back into the compound. They had seen it a few times too, and they knew their way around enough to navigate. I looked over my shoulder, trying to spot any other people that I knew.

I relaxed when I saw Thor talking to Clint and a strange, tall, green man and red man. He looked a little bit like a Christmas tree. Could that be... Vision?

"I'll tell you later," Steve said quietly, watching Nat. Her eyes looked anywhere but is, and she looked distressed. This was a sign of obvious pain, considering that this was Natasha Romanov.

[...]

"They're calling it the Age of Ultron," I scoffed, leaning against the back of my dad's chair. "More like several days of Ultron."

About half of the room chuckled, the other half continued to keep quiet. Vision smiled in an attempt at showing amusement. I couldn't blame him, he was synthetic after all. We were all gathered to watch the news, and I was relieved to have them all in the room, and that none of them had gotten killed.

I missed Bruce. I couldn't believe that he was gone, I was still shocked. I was just glad that he wasn't dead, and that maybe someday he'd come back. I didn't care if I sounded like an optimistic child for saying that, I had to believe it.

After watching yet another video of the buildings in Sokovia crashing down, and after watching their faces fall further, I stepped forward. I grabbed the remote and shut down the tv.

"Okay. Seriously, does a 15 year old need to give you all a pep-talk?" I glanced around the room incredulously.

"C'mon guys, you saved the entire world. Yes, the Sokovians suffered and some people died. But are you seriously going to sit here and mope about the few people you couldn't save? None of you are gods; I mean sure, Thor's pretty close; but none of you are omnipotent or omniscient. It's not like you control the universe and can save everyone." I gave them all withering looks as I swept my eyes across the room.

"I created Ultron, and things got out of hand." Dad looked at me, a false, weak, and bitter smile spreading across his face.

"Dad, this was going to happen sooner or later. There's no denying that you created Ultron, and you messed up in the process. But this was bound to happen. History repeats itself, something I'm forced to learn in school every day. Someone was bound to create a rouge AI, and while it sucks, you fixed the problem."

Dad tried to speak, but I kept going. "Besides, Ultron wasn't even an Avengers product. That was a Stark invention, not something any of the other Avengers, besides Bruce, had approved. It's kind've like blaming the military for the fact that citizens can own guns."

"Just stop trying to find something to blame, and move on. You guys are no good to anyone sitting around shell shocked. Yes it was awful, but when you factor it, all of these events together are less devastating that 9/11."

The room was quiet. "You'll all have to accept that at some point, just think about it. Being a hero doesn't mean that you get to save everybody." I just sighed and left the room after a silent moment. I wasn't going to stand there and mope around with them, if they couldn't see the truth yet, they weren't ready.

[...]

Several months later

"You arrested Uncle Steve?" I demanded, my hand clenching the phone tightly.

"I don't expect you to understand, but Steve is doing the wrong thing right now, sweetheart. I wish we didn't have to do this, but what else can I do? He's breaking the law and there are consequences that come with it." Dad sounded like he was trying to convince himself, not me.

"That's bullshit, Dad. Uncle Steve is doing the right thing, he was telling the truth. When you signed that stupid accord thing you gave up your right to choose! Since when have you done what the government told you? You know that this isn't right." I could not believe this, I had to do something about this. But what could I do? I didn't have superpowers, or a iron suit, and I wasn't the same level of genius as my dad. I couldn't just make something on the fly.

"We can talk about this when I get back home, but I'm disappointed with you. You've seen first hand what this kind of recklessness can do. If we can't accept limitations, we're no better than the bad guys. If you ever want to get into one of those suits you're going to have to sign that 'stupid accord thing'." Dad sounded on edge, but I didn't care.

"Go to hell." I was furious, and I couldn't stop the words from bursting out of my mouth. My breath caught when I realized what I said, but what scared me more was that I didn't regret it.

"Don't call me back until you get some sense knocked into your head, Dad. Maybe I'll let Uncle Steve know that somebody's got to do it." I hung up the phone before he could react. I closed my eyes, my heart aching, my eyes burning with tears.

[...]

Several days later

"You put the Secretary of State on hold?" My heart was lighter than it had been in a long time. I looked into my walk-in closet, it's refurbishments making me smile. I pressed a button hidden in a new watch, pushing the uniform and shield back behind a sliding panel that looked like the back of my closet.

Dad had helped me create it, it was Uncle Steve's old uniforms, his shield, and other various things. We figured no one would bust into my closet looking for his things there, let alone try and find a clue to his whereabouts here.

"Give your old man some credit," he chuckled.

I shrugged, "I dunno, I still think Uncle Steve knocked some sense into you."

"Is that what he told you? Because Im pretty sure that I kicked his butt." Dad walked around my room, seemingly examining it. He hasn't been up here in a while, not counting the closet project.

"You know, Dad, there's this new hip, groovy word called 'ass' and you're supposed to use it in front of the cool kids."

"Very funny," he rolled his eyes, giving me a one armed hug.

"Are things going to be okay?" I asked suddenly, pulling him into a real hug. Despite everything that had been happening, I still loved my Dad. Sometimes I just needed a hug from him, no matter what stupid things he was doing.

"I don't know, sweetheart. Life doesn't seem to want to give us a break."

[...]

2 months later

"Dad, I'm sixteen. One, I'm not going to a party to get drunk and have sex. Two, I'm going to Evelyn's house."

"One, that's code for secretly going to a party. Two, not happening, sweetheart." Dad rolled his eyes at me, turning his attention to the suit in front of him. It was going to be my suit someday, when I convinced him that I was ready. He originally wanted to make one just to protect me, but I'd slowly gotten him to add weapons to it over the years.

In a few years I'd get to wear that thing, but I sure as hell wasn't signing any accords. Not that anyone needed to know that yet.

"What if I call her parents and get them to tell you that I'm actually going to their house? I offered slyly, knowing that he couldn't deny that evidence. Dad eyed me suspiciously, and I waited expectantly.

"I trust you, kiddo. Go have fun with Evelyn."

"Thanks, Dad!" I exclaimed, rushing forward to wrap my arms around him, squeezing him tightly. He chuckled and gave me a quick but tight hug. I grinned and scampered off, ecstatic to get out of the compound.

I took my keys off a hook in the garage and jumped into my car as fast as I could. I quickly started the engine. "Jar-" I faltered, feeling a tiny pang of nostalgia. I'd grown up talking to various AI interfaces, but I'd actually really loved Jarvis. He'd been my only friend when the rest of the world just cared about my last name.

"Fr-Friday?" I stuttered. Sure, Vision was my friend, but it was no where near the same. I used to tell Jarvis everything. After becoming Vision he had his own things to do. He made time to talk to me, all of the Avengers that were left did. I missed Wanda, not to mention Sam and Clint. Aunt Natasha missing was also a huge blow. But Uncle Steve was the hardest one to loose.

"Yes Charlie?" The AI asked, and I rolled my eyes. I didn't really like Friday, she was kind've loopy and sounded high most of the time.

"Open the garage." The hangar door promptly opened. We all still lived at the Avengers headquarters. Those of us left anyways, I stayed there because Dad was there, and "I was only safe when surrounded by a bunch of superheroes". I thought that his overprotective nature was ridiculous.

"Is Tom with you?" Friday asked, seeming smug.

"It's a five minute drive, Friday. I'll be fine." Before she could alert Dad to the absense of my body guard, I sped out of the hangar. I pressed a button on my dashboard that I had added, a way to block out Friday. Now it was nearly impossible for Dad to remote control my car and force me to take Tom. I'd gotten Dad's brains, and his spunk. I could handle myself, I didn't need a bodyguard to drive me a few blocks.

I sighed jubilantly, a nice few hours away from overprotective adults was finally here.

I think I was about halfway to Evelyn's house when I first noticed something odd. A cop car pulled up on my righthand side; I glanced over at them, and both occupants were staring at me. I rolled my eyes, this was normal for a Stark.

But when we stopped at a red light, one of the cops pulled out a hand radio and began speaking. Almost immediately a black SUV pulled up on my left; I tried to peer into the dark windows, to no avail. I quickly switched Friday back on.

"Friday, are there any police units in the area?" I asked with a shaky voice. I was probably being silly, I was probably overreacting.

"There are zero military or police units in the area." Was her cool response. I sucked in a terrified breath. Okay, so maybe I wasn't going crazy.

"Turn on all safety and defense-" BAM.

Suddenly I was tumbling in my car; a raw, powerful force rammed my car again I from behind. I cried out, rolling through the car as it flipped forward. My vision blurred, and I felt immense pain flair through my entire body.

My legs felt broken, I couldn't feel anything but pain beneath my knees. My whole body felt like it was on fire.

I couldn't feel my right arm at all.

I could hear muffled sounds and voices outside the smokey car, I whimpered. "Someone help," I croaked out, knowing that no one would. This was a setup, but how? And why? Was I being kidnapped or killed or what?

My eyes felt heavy, I couldn't keep them open. I blinked, trying to shove away the darkness that was encroaching my vision. I could barely make out a few pairs of feet, barely heard the nearest car door opening. I fell unconscious as a hand reached for me.