Everything was quiet at the Avengers Mansion. Steve, Tony, Sam, Bucky, Clint and Natasha were all downstairs in the armoury. Rhodey, Sam, Jen and Kate were in the pool. Carol, Jess, Bruce and Kamala were in the Snoezelen. Everyone else was either in the dining hall or their rooms, including Jan. who was in her room, sitting at her desk, deep in thought as she worked on designing a new shirt.

A knock on the door soon disturbed her from her thoughts and plans.

"Yeah!" She shouted.

The door opened and Jan turned her wheelchair around to see the Avengers' butler, Jarvis, standing in her doorway.

"Pardon me, Mrs Van Dyne, but there's a young girl here, looking for Mr Pym." Jarvis explained. "I thought I would take her to you."

"Thanks Jarvis." Jan said. "She... does she have a-a name?"

"She says her name is Nadia." Jarvis said. "She gave no last name. But she claims to be Mr Pym's daughter. I don't believe she is here for malicious purposes; Dr Strange has already vetted her."

Jan nodded. "She... let her in."

Jarvis nodded and moved to one side, letting in a short, excitable, brown haired teenage girl. He closed the door and walked away.

"Hello!" The girl chirped happily. "Jarvis told me you're married to my father." She talked with a thick Russian accent.

"Um... I was ma-married to... your father." Jan said. In contrast to the girl's rapid speech, Jan's was slow and slurred.

The girl furrowed her brow. "You are divorced?"

"Hank... die-d." Jan said. "He was kill-ed by Ultron. His crea...tion."

The girl's face fell. "Oh."

"Jarvis... said you are his da-daugh-ter." Jan said. "I get what... it's like. My mom... died in chi-child... birth. With me." She tapped at her chest. "Dad... die-d too. I'm a-lone."

"You never knew your mother?"

Jan shook her head. "I know what Da-ddy told me. Same name. Jan-et."

"Your name's Janet."

"Jan-et Van... Dyne." She said with a nod.

"I'm Nadia, um, Pym, I suppose." She offered her hand to Jan.

Jan raised her hand, which was stiff and almost fisted because of contractures. "Can't shake."

Nadia looked at Jan's hand. "Oh." She lowered her hand slowly and rubbed it on her thigh, taking notice of the pill bottles on the shelves. "What... what's, I hope you don't mind me asking, but what exactly is wrong with you?"

"Nothing." Jan said simply. "I'm di-sabled. Most A...vengers are. None of them... are like me."

"What do you mean?" Nadia asked.

"I have Ce-Cere-bral Palsy." Jan said. "It's why... I don't speak. Well. And have a wheel-chair. And my hands look... like this."

Nadia cocked her head slightly. "And you're an Avenger?"

"Founding A-Avenger." Jan corrected.

"How?"

Jan laughed. "I have my sec-rets."

The room fell silent until Nadia sighed. "So what do I do now?"

"How old?" Jan asked.

"Fourteen." Nadia answered.

"Stay here."

"What?"

"Hank was your dad." Jan said. "That makes me... your step-mom."

"Step-mom." Nadia nodded. "I have a step-mom."

"You can call me Jan... I-if you want."

"I've never had a parent before." Nadia said.

"I ne-ver had a kid be...fore." Jan said. "But we-we can figure it out."

"Together?" Nadia asked.

Jan nodded. "To-together."

A/N: This chapter focuses on Janet Van Dyne. I had hoped to open this AU up with 'Lucky', but inspiration had different plans.

I changed some things up about Jan's backstory. In canon, we don't know a thing about her mother, not even her name. So in this AU, Jan was named after her mother, who died in childbirth and her father was not murdered by aliens (and was vowed not to be forgotten about and avenged only to be promptly forgotten about and un-avenged), but he simply died. Also, Hank did not hit Jan, they were happily married until Ultron.

Jan has cerebral palsy and epilepsy and how this affects her superheroics will be dealt with.