The Adventures of Alyssa Williams…err… Stark

Ch.1

HI ALL! so i have not written in a very long time and i havent posted in a while either… why? I was working on this and wanted to finish writing it before posting it. It was to insure i finished. this is my FIRST AVENGERS STORY. Which is exciting. my pal Mishkakikia96 gave me this prompt and forced me into writing it. I enjoyed writing it and I hope you the readers enjoy reading. feedback is lovely so review away!

ENJOY!

Ever have a moment where you realize just how warped your life is? Well mine is right now. As I am currently locked in a closet at a self proclaimed genius-playboy-billionaire-philanthropist's Malibu mansion. With said self proclaimed genius-playboy-billionaire-philanthropist. Why you ask? Well his lovely girlfriend and CEO of Stark Industries thinks him and me need to have a talk. Because apparently he is my father and I am his daughter.

Yes, my life is warped indeed.

But maybe I should start at the beginning.

My name is Alyssa Williams. And I am Tony Stark's long lost kid he never knew about.

Shocking. I know.

So how did I get here? Well, settle down kids. Its time for a long story…

"Miss Williams, you are obviously a bright, young woman. Why do you want to join our team with the Marine Corps?" my interviewer asked me. It's only been about a month since the Battle of New York. The government decided new research and development departments were strongly needed.

"I think there is not a more honorable job than serving my country, Sir." I answer.

He looked at me and than back at my file. I know what it reads like. Like I am the type of person that wants to be in a lab, an intellectual type. But I am not your average nerd.

"The world… has gotten stranger, Miss Williams. We have seen things no one thought to be possible. Are you ready to help us fight the worlds monsters?"

"It would be my genuine pleasure." I smile smugly. I nailed this interview.

"Welcome to the team."

And that's when everything in my life started to get interesting.

It had been a few weeks into my job when I learned of two things. First being I am the only girl on this R&D team. Second being is I am the only one capable of doing my job.

The boys I work with are either in their late twenties to thirties fresh out of school and cocky. Or they are in their forties or above and whine that Stark Industries doesn't make weapons for them anymore.

And here I am at twenty-one and have multiple degrees, the only girl and am building things they could never hope to.

As I am busy soldering away on my special remote thingy my boss comes to talk to us.

"Everyone, heads up. I am here to welcome Colonial James Rhodes. He is here to check on the new projects. I am sure you will treat him with respect." He tells us, that last part being mostly for the boys.

Eventually they come by to see me.

"What type of project are you working on Williams? Because that doesn't look like the miniature missile launcher you said you would work on this month?" my boss looks at me curiously as he eyes the microchips.

"I got bored. Plus that was fubar from the beginning after we almost blew up the coffee machine during testing." I shrugged it off and kept my head down and focused on my work.

My boss looks at me annoyed. Which is a permanent look for him with anything involving me. Colonial Rhodes was trying to hold back a chuckle.

"Williams, you know you have to write me a report when things like testing and explosions happen. And new projects are supposed to be approved by me. Not to mention, you don't just quit because you get bored."

"Okay, first of all, I said almost. Almost exploded. Second, Jimmy wrote the report on how those miniature missiles were a bad idea and these microchips are going to become microbots. An idea that has been on backlog for months so you already approved them." I say finally looking up at him.

The colonial was really trying not to laugh right then. My boss just looked annoyed still. You think he would be used to this by now.

"Carry on Williams." He sounded exasperated and rolled his eyes. I go back to my work.

A few minutes later a figure came by my workbench. "Those aren't really microbots are they?" the voice of Colonial Rhodes came into my ears.

I looked at him and gave him the most innocent 'I don't know what you're talking about' look I had.

"I wont tell your boss." He promised.

"Microbots were finished two weeks ago. I told Jimmy to hold off on the paperwork." I told him.

"Then what are you working on?"

"Something on the lines of hiding signals. Hopefully these little things can be put into things that give off signals and make them… disappear."

He nods. And then leaves something on my desk as he walks away. I look around to see that no one is watching and I look at the small piece of paper. It has a number on it.

Phone me. I have a job offer you might be interested in. it reads under the number.

I take the paper and shove it into my pocket. I may just be interested.

"He offered you a job?" Jimmy asked me. Jimmy Barker is my only friend here. He can come off as kind of ditzy but he is very smart and skilled. He is like the Robin to my Batman.

Plus he does all the paperwork I neglect.

"I think so. I haven't called yet." I pass him a cup of coffee. Everyone here kind of lives off the substance.

"Would you go? If he did?" he asks.

"Awe, are you worried I might leave?" I say half teasing half serious. I'm Jimmy's only friend too.

"No, not at all. But I am curious." He shrugs as he takes a sip of his coffee.

"Depending on what it is. If I did I'd try to get you a job too."

"Thanks, I appreciate that. Its nice to know you care." He smiles.

"Don't thank me. I don't care at all, who would do all my paperwork if there was no you?" I tell him.

He looks at me like he's trying to decide if I'm serious or not. I decide to never let him know.

"What's the offer?" I ask on the phone.

"You must be Alyssa. Its nice to speak to you again." Rhodes asks me.

"You would be correct."

"I'd like your help on the re-branding of War Machine. I think you would be a valuable asset on the team."

I think for a moment. Re-brand War Machine? Does that even make any sense?

"Why are you re-branding War Machine?" I ask.

"After everything that happened in New York the military wants to restore faith in it."

"Where were you doing all that anyway?" I ask him, usually when there is Iron Man there is War Machine.

"I was… not available. Or consulted." He replies simply.

I think for a moment. I have a good job. One friend, a boss that hates me, or mostly just annoyed with me. I couldn't do this.

But getting to work on a project like this? War Machine is Stark Tech. And no one ever gets his or her hands on Stark Tech. The last guy that did didn't really do well in improving it and ended up getting arrested for harboring an international criminal or something like that.

Maybe I should give it a shot?

"Okay… if I say yes… and I am not saying I am… I have a few things."

"And that would be?"

"What's in it for me?"

"Explore your potential. You made microbots from scratch in a week. I think you are more than capable to do well on this project."

"Alright. I'll join you. But I have a few conditions. Okay, just one."

"And that would be?" he said curiously.

"Jimmy Barker comes with me." See? I care.

"The guy you had do the paperwork?" wow, he remembers.

"Yes. He can be useful sometimes." I shrug.

"I think that can be arranged." He tells me.

"Now that that's clear, when do we start?"

In the Malibu Mansion around this time was Tony Stark.

Tony was bored and procrastinating files Pepper needed him to sign. He needed an excuse to not sign them.

Tony hated it so much he was willing to make a stamp of his signature just for Pepper to use.

That conversation of the many reasons a stamp of ones signature was a bad idea had been only a few minutes before.

His only rebuttal was that he was 100% sure Pepper wouldn't sell his organs online.

So, Tony was making the new Hulk-buster armor. Also known as Mark 12. He was then alerted of a call coming from Rhodey. Which confused Stark, as they hadn't talked in months.

"Rhodey." He answered as he focused on the circuits.

"Tony. How you doing?"

"OW! Fine just zapping myself… SON OF A BITCH THAT HURT!" he yelled in pain.

"Anyhow… I can tell you're busy so I'll keep this short. I was hoping for your opinion on ways to improve the War Machine."

"Sorry no can do. I'm kinda tied up over here. Let me know how it goes though." He said as he hung up. Now back to the Hulk-buster… Bruce… he needed to find Bruce and have him Hulk-out…

Jimmy and me walked into the shiny research department of the base. This was our new office. There were people in lab coats everywhere all looking at something on a screen of some kind.

"Alyssa, Jimmy, Welcome to the faculty." Rhodes greeted us.

"Thank you for hiring us." I reply politely as I shake his hand. Jimmy also thanks the man.

"So shall I show you to your work stations?" he offered.

We both nodded and followed him into a far section in the lab. We walk towards a door and he swipes a security badge, much like the one Jimmy and me had received that morning. The door clicks and Rhodes open the door. We enter and see a few other lab workers scurrying around and the War machine armor on display in the center.

"Everyone!" Rhodes calls out. "Welcome new members of the team, Alyssa Williams and Jimmy Barker. Make sure they feel at home." The team all kind of nods and goes back to work. Me and Jimmy both look at each other and shrug.

"Where will we be working?" I ask. Rhodes directs us over to the tables closest to the armor. I notice it looks like my old workbench. In fact… it is my old workbench. I know because I can see the residence of a slight acid spill I had about few weeks ago. It reminds Jimmy of Yoda for reasons I will never understand.

It even had my microbots.

"How did you get this stuff?" I ask the man.

"Its your stuff, we brought it over. We figured you would want all your research." He told us.

"And you thought I would still want all her paperwork?" Jimmy noted the pile of papers still on the right corner of his desk. "Oh hey! Yoda!" his whole demeanor changed when he saw the acid spill. It went from sad over paperwork to happy for an acid spill. He gets more distracted than a puppy in a new home.

I roll my eyes and Rhodes eyes me of why exactly I wanted him around.

"He can be useful at times." I shrug. Then I hear something zap and Jimmy yell ow. I look over my shoulder to see he touched something he shouldn't have.

"Sorry bout that… he… touches things." I apologize to the colonial. He assures us he's all right as Jimmy asks if something is going to happen to him.

I asked what they exactly wanted me to do on the project. Rhodes told me to do what I do best. I don't exactly know what that means, but I assume it's a complement.

I get to work on my signal disappearing microchips. I employ Jimmy on thinking of a better name. SDM isn't the best acronym out there. I call most of my projects 'Thingy' before a better name comes along anyway.

Rhodes said he would come check how we were doing later and Jimmy starts to tinker with systems on his computer. I am great with computers but compared to Jimmy I'm like an old grandmother.

That's Jimmy's skill set.

After I get bored of microchips I start to tinker with my microbots. Tiny Titian 2 has been roughhoused with one to many times and a wing needs to be fixed. TT2 also needs a system upgrade. And maybe better quality on the live feed camera. Okay, I have a lot of work to do on TT2.

I tie my dark hair back and get to work on my little bot. I think its ready for a test flight and I set up my web cam.

"Alright, live feed is in working order. Beginning test flight of TT2 with system upgrade 12 and a new wing. On three, two and one…" I start piloting my bot it is working beautifully until it gets up about 6 feet from its spot on the table.

"Uh oh…" I say watching the screen and then up onto my little bot starting to short circuit. Before I can yell at everyone to get down TT2 explodes and crashes to the ground.

Everyone comes out from their attempt to hide and looks in the direction of my desk… and my bot.

"Sorry! Nothing to see here! Get back to work everyone!" I call out. Jimmy sighs and gets the paperwork for explosions and tests ready.

I slowly walk over to the smoking metal carcass that was my favorite bot. I look down at it and sigh. I'll fix it. Or I'll just make TT3. Rhodes comes to me asking if I'm okay. I nod and continue to stare at the still smoking bot. Jimmy comes and passes me some paper on a clipboard and points at where I sign. I don't read it but I sign it anyway.

"You don't read what you sign?" Rhodes questions.

"I trust him not to sell my organs online." I reply.

Rhodes looks at me again. "I have a friend who says the same thing." He tells me as I start to pick up the pieces of TT2 and move them to my desk.

"Really?" I ask. I'm not exactly curious about this. But I figure it's polite. My therapist says its good for me to try.

"Yeah, you and him are a lot alike."

"I hope that's a complement." I note.

"It is. He's a little crazy but… his hearts in the right place. Most of the time."

"Good for him." I say. I hope he leaves soon; I need to fix my bot. tomorrow TT2 should be up and running as good as new again.

Jimmy seems to notice my change in caring and jumps in asking where he should deliver the reports. Rhodes says he'll show him where. I nod at my sidekick as a silent thank you. He nods back as the two leave. Now to my bot.

It's about 11 o'clock when I arrive to my tiny apartment. I look around to see what the rest of my life looks like. My coffee table is cluttered with documents and a few blueprints. I should go through those.

There are a few pictures around. Mostly pictures with my parents and me. Back when things were simple. I look over to my favorite. It's a picture of us in South Korea for a vacation. I was about fourteen and on summer break from my last year at MIT. My mom had always wanted to see where her family had come from before they moved to the US. And she finally got the chance.

That is also how I knew I was adopted. Both my parents are Asian.

My dad was adopted from China or something and then him and my mom adopted me. I think it was always funny. People always used to ask how I found out I was adopted. It wasn't exactly hard and they never kept it a secret. Not that they could have.

But they loved me. And that was what was important.

I miss them. I think they'd be proud of me. They might tell me I need more friends, but they would be proud of me.

I have no one anymore. Just Jimmy. Well, my Aunt Sophia is still around. But she is currently living in Italy. Her and my father never really got along anyway. I think I only ever met her once when I was eight.

I sit at the coffee table and look at the files. My old adoption files. It may sound very cliché but I am trying to find my birth parents. That is something very difficult to do. Whoever decided to give me up worked very hard to make sure I never find them. One child can only do so much with redacted files from SHIELD.

Exhausted, I eventually I just end up falling asleep.