Tony Stark's Daughter...

Chapter 12

The next morning...

Ally's Pov.
As I went up to the Avenger floor, I ran into Bruce.
'Hey Ally, heard you almost beat Natasha yesterday, how?'
'Remember how I said I was kidnapped a while back?'
'Yes, is that how?'
'Yep, they trained me, and experimented on me. Trying to make me a super soldier, but I got away before they could wipe my memory.'
'Why do you tell me this, why not the others, or your dad??' He asks.
'You aren't trying to research me. Everyone can just ask, but they haven't. You haven't either, but you are also not snooping behind my back.'
'Ok. I think you should talk to them. I understand where your coming from, but you aren't an open book either.'

'True, but all they have to do is ask, but my job needs to stay in the dark as long as possible.' I reply.

'Anyway, let's go eat.'
'Let's go, maybe I will talk, if they ask.'
'Okay.' Bruce replies.

------At Breakfast-------
'So, Ally, how old are you?' Clint asks.
'23.'
'When's your birthday?' Asks Bruce.
'August 12.'
'Favorite color'
'Black.' Tony replies.
'Yea, black, glad you remember Tony.'
'What is your job?' Tony asks.
'Street fighter.'
'Streetfighter??' Clint asks.
'Yep.'
'How did you almost beat me?' Nat asks.
'Kidnapped, two groups of people a while back, they taught me.'
'Who?' Asks Steve.
'Hydra and the KGB, they were working together.'
'No problem.' Says Steve.
'How did you know how to patch yourself up, the day you were shot?' Asks Bruce
'Practice.'
Everyone stops asking questions when I say that. For a split second....

'What is your middle name?' Asks Tony
'Marie.'
'Hobbies?' Steve?
'Boxing, art, mechanics, and engeneering. Have yet to check out the lab on my floor, might modify it.'
'Maybe it can be a father daughter thing.' Suggests Tony.
'Sure.' I say, feeling welcomed.
'How was the training session this morning?' Asks Steve
'It was amazing. I learned that I have one weak spot. But even that is hard to spot. I also learned some new moves.'
'Good, you know you still have stuff to learn.'
'Not much. You only need like a week of training, before you are at my level .'
'Cool. Lord knows I'll need it.'
'Why?' Asks Clint.
'Normal threats and people after me again.'
'AGAIN?!?!?' Replies everyone...

Ring ring...
'Hello?'
'Hey, it's your manager, you have a race and fight tonight . Your race is at midnight, and you fight is at 10. And watch your back.'
BANG!!!
'HEY, YOU ALRIGHT. I HEARD A GUN SHOT.'
'Hello?!?'
The line goes dead.

'Dammit.'

---------Author Note--------
Sorry for the filler. The next chapter will be more interesting.