Tony Stark/Iron Man Imagines

Howard Stark

"Why did you bring me here? I HATE being outside of Washington!"

You were trailing behind your mentor and teacher, Professor Charles Xavier, as he led you through the crowd of people on the streets in his wheelchair. You were shocked that people weren't being rude and tripping over his wheels like that.

Everyone was dressed nicely, like they all came from Hollywood. Dresses, black suits, and hot cars alike flooded the streets. The night was still young as the stars hang overhead. The streetlights guided you and the man who raised you turned towards a fancy restaurant. Your destination.

"I know you hate Manhattan. But my invitation said I could bring an extra."

"Then bring Storm!"

"No. I wanted to bring you to meet someone."

"Right." You rolled your eyes, "The billionaire."

"Howard Stark is a very good man. And he's very successful. I think you would like him."

Xavier looked up through the crowd of people towering over him, "Besides, I'm proud of Howard."

"Why?" You questioned.

"Because he hasn't given much to the public recently. The real him was left behind at World War 2."

"Charles!"

You both look over to see an aging man Xavier's age walk up to them, firmly shaking the Professor's hand.

"Howard." Charles smiled kindly as he gently shook his hand back.

"Funny that I could see you through the crowd." Howard chuckled as his cruel joke.

But Charles kept a firm smile. You were shocked that he didn't take that offensive. Little did you know that 'Howard' had a drinking problem. "How've you been?"

"I've been great! Finally got that damn flying car to work!" Howard slurred. Suddenly, a young man that looked like a teenage version of Howard walked up to them and Howard cleared his throat unapprovingly and pats the man's back, but barely. The man had to be only a year or two older than you.

"Oh uh, this my son, Tony."

Charles and Tony shook hands, "Pleasure."

Charles looked up to you, flicking his finger to motion you over to the small circle. "This is my best and brightest student, Y/N L/N."

"Mr. Starks." You fake a smile and shake both father and son's hands. "It's an honor."

"The honor is ours, Miss L/N." Howard smirked. He clapped his hands together. "Well I'm ready for those drinks. Charles, how about you?"

"I don't drink-!"

"Of course you do! Tony go fetch us some drinks. And take this little lady with you."

"You sure that's a good idea?" Charles asked worriedly as you reluctantly followed Tony through the crowd of people towards the bar.

"Oh come now Charles I'm trying to teach him not to take advantage of women. I finally learned that lesson when I met his mother."

"Y/N wouldn't accept his offer even if he got her drunk. She's a tough, independent, woman."

"Well then she should probably teach my boy a lesson!" Howard chuckled.

You and Tony walk to the bar, ordering some drinks for your elders and then him leaning against the counter.

"You want a drink?"

"I don't drink, Mr. Stark, I'm fifteen." You say rather harshly.

"Really? I would've guessed eighteen."