Hawkeye'sSister 2. (Sequel to Hawkeye's Sister, A Tony Stark FanFiction)

Chapter 1: How This Story Began.

Tony's Point of View.

"A famous man once said,"We create our own demons." Who said that? What does that even mean? Doesn't matter. I said it because he said it. So, now, he was famous and it's basically getting saidby two well-known guys.I don't, uh..." I sighed. "I'm going to start again. Let's track this from the begining."

Flashback Switzerland 1999.

"Half and hour 'til the ball drops." Happy informed.

"Hey, do you wanna..."

"Tony Stark? Great speech, man!" A man came up and said to me. I looked at him confused.

"I gave a speech? How was it?" I asked.

"Edifying." Happy spoke with a sigg.

"Unintelligible." Maya corrected, sending a smile my way.

"Really?" I smirked.

"Mmm-hmm." Maya hummed.

"It's my favourite kind. A winning combo." I said, still smirking.

"Where are we going?" Maya asked.

"Uh, to town, on each other. Probably back in your room because I also want to see your research." I told her, in a suggestive manner.

"Okay, you can see my research, but that's...I'm not gonna show you my 'town.'" Maya said.

"Mr Stark. Ho Yinsen." A slim man introduced.

"Ah, I finally met a man called Ho." I laughed.

"Come here. I would like to introduce you to our guest, Dr Wu." Yinsen introduced me.

"Oh, this guy. Hey." I said, holding out my hand to the short asian man. He greeted me back in Mandarin.

You're a heart doctor.She's going to needa cardiologist after I..." I then started blowing on my party horn causing Maya to laugh. I then walked away still blowing on the horn.

"Bye." Maya said.

"Perhaps another time?" Yinsen suggested.

Present day.

"It started in Bern, Switzerland. 1999. The old days. I never thought they would come back to bite me. Why would they?"

Flashback 1999.

"Mr Stark!" A man with blonde hair called as we entered the elevator. "Oh, wow! Hey, Tony! Aldrich Killian. I'm a big fan of your work." The man said, trying to get into the elevator.

"My work?" Maya asked, confused. "Who isn't?"

"He means me." I said.

"Well, of course, but, Ms Hansen, my organisation's been tracking your research since year two of MIT." Killian explained.

"Yeah, we're full. Oh, wow, he made it. He made the cut. What floor you going to, pal?" Happy asked as Killian got into the elevator.

"Well, now, that is an appropriate question. The ground floor, actually,of a proposal I'm putting together myself. It's a privately funded think tank called Advanced Idea Mechanics." He explained holding out two business cards.

"Uh...She'll take both. One to throw away and one to not call." I said.

"Advanced Idea Mechanics or AIM, for short. Do you get it?" Killian asked.

"I see that, because it's on your T-shirt." I said.

"Aw! Ladies, follow the mullet. Ladies first." I said as Happy lead a group of women out of the elevator.