Chapter 1
My father and I walked through the Halls of Stark Tower.
“Come on, I’ll introduce you to everybody,” Tony said, slightly tapping my arm.
I smiled slightly, "oh and it only took surviving an Alien invasion,"
He lead me down a set of stairs which lead to a door with a plack next to it reading, in bold letters, Science Department (Tony and Bruce only).
“going by the sign I'm assuming that not everyone is in there?”
“Everybody important,” Tony shrugged, punching in the code for the door. “Hey, Banner? Get over here.”
A man, a little older than my father, popped up from behind a desk that was covered in random bits of electronic scrap. I walked around the desk until I stood next to him.
“You must be Blaine,” He smiled, extending a hand for me to shake, “I’m Bruce... Banner..... Bruce Banner. Sorry, I’m, uh, I’m not great at introductions.”
I knew a little about Bruce. Since my dad meet him a few weeks ago, during Loki's plot to use an alien army, he couldn't shut up about him. I mean it worked for me at least he finally had someone else as smart as him to talk to.
“Bruce is my science bro,” Tony commented, “We science. There’s science-ing.”
“You've mentioned,” I said nodding, surveying the lab and its state of disarray.
“but,” I started. shifting my eyes between my father and Bruce. “I think you forgot to mention the fact he turns into a huge green man.”
Bruce closed his eyes, sighed and hung his head.
“Sorry that was the first thing I learned about you” I shrugged.
Bruce shot my dad a look which he responded to by shrugging.
“You know Tony that isn't the first thing you should mention about me” Bruce rubbed the back of his neck.
I could tell what I said struck a nerve so I tried to state my opinion more clearly.
“The Hulk isn’t all bad though,” Bruce stopped rubbing his neck and looked down at me, “I mean, he, or well you, saved my dad so I owe you two for that.”
Bruce grinned and shook his head, “I guess so.”
My father rolled his eyes before stepping around the desk Bruce was at
“What’s that?” Tony demanded, stepping around us to rifle through a pile of papers,that had been hidden under a pile of scrap, on Bruce’s desk, “Have you been science-ing without me, Banner?”
Bruce began to rub the back of his neck again. “I, uh-”
“kiddo, I have to science. You’ll be fine on your own, right?”
“Tony, he’s been here for five minutes-”
“I’ll… I’ll be okay, I suppose.” I shrugged starting to back away
“Close the door behind you, kid.”
***
I aimlessly wandered the halls of Stark Tower, trying obstinately to convince myself that I was not lost. My dad had taken the opportunity to redecorate after Loki and The Hulk had obliterated the upper floors, and now I wasn’t exactly familiar with the layout of the whole place. There had to be stairs around here somewhere-
“Are you all right?”
I jumped, spinning so quickly I almost lost me balance.
“Fine, I’m fine, thanks, I…” I blinked slowly, trailing off as I took in who I was blabbering at.
A man stood in front of me dressed in blue jeans and a white shirt with his blonde hair pushed to the side.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you-”
It took a few to figure out why the man In front of me looked fimiliar but once I realized who he was I couldn't contain my excitement.
“You’re Captain America,” I breathed out while he grinned sheepishly.
“Steve Rogers,” He introduced himself, “You’re Tony’s boy, right?”
“Blaine, I’m Blaine,” I nodded, “I mean that's not my real name, I mean it is but it's my middle name, I don't like people knowing I'm Tony's son so I go...” I began start talking quieter. "By my middle name instead,"
“Oh-“ Steve said nodding his head
I could feel my face heating up.
“I don’t know why I told you that,” I frowned, “Sorry, that’s really random and personal.”
“No, no, it’s all right,” Steve assured me, “It’s just funny that you don't seem to hate me. Tony wasn’t my biggest fan when we first met, yet you clearly don’t share the same opinion.”
“Who wouldn’t like you?” I pointed out, “Other than my dad, I mean, but don’t take it personally, he’s like that with a lot of people."
Upon the mention of my father he began to look up and down the hall.
"Where is your father?"
I shrugged, “last I saw he was nerding it up with Banner in the Science Department,”
“oh,” Steve muttered, “is it common for kids your age to wander without adult supervision”
I shrugged. “I think so”
“Right.”
“So…” I glanced over my shoulder, “Um-”
“Up the top and right.” Steve stated.
“Sorry?”
“Top of this hall,” Steve pointed, “And right. If you were looking for the stairs.”
“Oh. Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.”
***
After finding the stairs I continued to wonder until I walked down a hallway and heard a strange sound coming from one of the rooms. I poked my head in and noticed that the room seemed to be a training area, and that strange sound was a man with a bow and arrow shooting into a target dummy.
I tried to sneak into the room but failed when I tripped over my own feet sending me crashing into the floor.
"You ok?" The man asked walking over to me offering his hand.
I took his hand and he pulled me back up to my feet.
“You’re Stark’s kid.” the man mentioned walking back over to where he stood before I interrupted him.
“Yeah, I’m-”
“Blaine,” The man finished for me, “Clint Barton.”
“You’re the archer.”
“What gave it away? Was it the bow I’m holding or the archery range in front of me?”
I chuckled, I like Clint, I may have just met him but I could tell he'd be one of my favorites.
“Little bit of both.”
He chuckled.
I watched as he fired four more arrows into the dummies without even looking. Then watched him smile as my shock.
“You ever shot an arrow?” he questioned.
I thought for a couple seconds, in my ten years of life I couldn't say I'd shot a bow and arrow. I'd lifted objects with my mind, created barriers, ran up walls.
Oh right... I probably should have mentioned this earlier. I'm not a normal kid. I mean besides having a billionaire superhero father, I discovered I had powers powers I don't even know how to describe or explain. I call them biotics they allow me to do remarkable things like move objects, warp, run up buildings, jump impressive heights, and so much more.
“Can’t say I have.”
He waved his hand.
“Come ‘ere.”
I hesitated, shifting my gaze from him to the door before gesturing towards it.
“I probably shouldn't. I don’t think my mom would be happy if she found out my dad let a trained assassin teach me how to use a weapon.”
My mother, Claire Asher, doesn't know about my powers. When I was four and my father and I discovered my powers we both decided that it would be best not to tell my mother. My dad and my mom barely got along. I'm pretty sure I'm the only thing that's kept them from killing each other even with them not being together and her being married to a dick. I mostly stayed with my dad but on the weekends I'd fly out and stay with her and Carver, her husband.
“Well, you’d better not tell her then.”
I nodded, not able to disagree.
“Yes, Sir.” I said jokingly saluting.
“No, not Sir. Clint.”
“Yes Clint.”
I walked towards him and he handed me the bow before standing behind me, helping me hold it right and draw the arrow back.
“alright now when you're ready you just le--”
Before he was able to finish I released the arrow. At first I didn't think I was going to hit anywhere near the target but to my surprise the arrow stuck into the dummy a couple centimeters away from the red circle.
I couldn't contain my excitement “Did you see that?”
Clint smiled patting me on the back.
“Well, where else would I have been looking? That wasn’t bad; we’ll make a marksman of you yet, Stark.”
“Asher-Stark.”
When I was born my parents had a very hard time deciding who's last name I got so they decided to give me both.
“Excuse me, I’m the teacher here; do it again, Stark.”
I squinted my eyes at him. "Make me,"
***
I
stayed with Clint for another couple hours until he got called away. After he left I began to wonder again, only this time, when I stopped wandering I found myself in a sort of library. In the room seated in one of the I found a red haired women reading some book not written in english with her legs crossed.
“Hi.” I waved taking a seat next to her.
The women looked up from her book slowly, “Hello.”
Silence hung in the air for a couple seconds.
“I’m Blaine, I’m-”
“Tony’s kid,” She nodded, “You look like him.”
I cocked an eyebrow at her.
“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” I asked. Making her smirked.
“It’s just an observation.”
She looked back down at her book turning the page.
“My mom would probably see it as a bad thing,” I mused.
“Probably,” Natasha agreed not looking up from the book. “It’s not like Tony’s the worst guy she could’ve fallen for, though; there are definitely worse men.”
“Yeah, and she married one of them,” I muttered, not realizing I was speaking aloud, “How does she break it off with him and then decide to settle for a guy with less charisma than a seagull and all the charm of an ox? There are dead people with a better sense of personal hygiene, I swear, they’d probably be easier to live with and-” I stopped, suddenly aware I was speaking aloud.
“And?” She prompted.
“I'm Sorry," I said getting up from the chair beginning to back away. "I… I ramble. I’ll just…” I pointed behind me, “Be going.”
“Natasha Romanoff.”
“Pardon?”
“That’s my name.”
“Oh. Hi.”
And with that I turned and exited the room as fast as I could.
***
After the embarrassing incident with Natasha. I continued to wander once again hoping to find a place to die. Until my stomach began to rumble and I ventured out to find the kitchen. Where a tall muscular man stood wearing very strange clothes while holding a hammer.
“You are the son of the man of iron?” he said once he spotted me.
I nodded cautiously “Yes, sir. I’m Blaine.”
He extended his hand, making me jump.
“It is an honour to meet you, Blaine, son of Stark. I am Thor, son of Odin.”
“Yeah, you’re, uh, you’re pretty well-known.” I stated shaking his hand.
“As are you, son of Stark.”
“Oh, you can call me Blaine." I began until I processed what he said. "What do you mean, well known?”
“The man of iron has spoken highly of you on many an occasion-”
As if on que my father walked into the kitchen slightly nudging my shoulder as he walked by “Nope, no I haven’t,”
“But you have,” Thor countered, “You’ve spoken of his intelligence and of his courage, of his talents of his magic and of-”
“Yeah, no,” Tony cut him off, walking to one of the cupboards “Let’s stop there, no ego-inflating.”
“Aww, Dad,” I beamed.
“No, stop, don’t get all egotistic and turn into me, your mother would never forgive me."
He opened the cupboards only to hang his and and sigh slightly.
"Thor, I swear to God, would you leave some Pop tarts for the rest of us?”