savvy¹ Tony Starks Daughter

December 16 1995

(I am changing the date to 1995 instead of 1991 for the stories sake)

Tony's pov
From the tan fabric couch I would listen to my mother sing a soothing song, "Try to remember the kind of semptember, when grasswas green- " I silently wondered why she stopped playing the grand piano. I felt my red blanket being lifted up, I mentally groaned to myself not wanting to get up.

"Wake up dear, and say goodbye to your father." Maria Stark said whilst continuing to play the piano.

"Whose the homeless person on the couch?" Howard, my father questioned jokingly, I hope. I then Sassed "this is why I love coming home for christmas...right before you leave town." I pointed at my father fixed my Santa hat, "be nice dear, he's been studying abroad." Mom stated still playing the piano, looking down at the keys for a brief moment then looking back up.

My father decided to make a comment "really? Which broad?" " what's her name?" He stared right at me with an unamused look, taking of my Santa hat.

"Candice" I explained jokingly yet calm

"Do me a favor? Try not to burn the house down before monday" I'm pretty confident that every parent has said that one before. "Okay, so it's monday," I asked quickly "that's good to know-" I waltz away from him and behind my mother, my hands finding a home in my pockets "-I will plan my toga party accordingly." I sniffed "where you going?" Mom replied "Your father's flying us to the Bahamas for a little getaway." "We might have to make a quick stop." Dad interjected "At the pentagon. Right?"

I bent down to my mothers height and said cheerfully " don't worry, you're gonna love 1the holiday menu at the commissary." Dad replied with "You know they say sarcasm it'd metric for potential. If that's true then you'll be a great man someday. I'll get the bags" Howard continued saying the last part to Mom.

I looked at him for a moment then looked back at staring at nothing in my own thoughts.

Mom interrupted my thoughts by speaking " he does miss you when you're not here." I continue staring, "and frankly, you're going to-"

There was a door bell ringing, our doorbell. Mom walked up to the door and looked through the window. She opened the door.

A woman with dark brown hair up in a tight bun, sporting a pencil skirt and grey collard shirt with a matching blazer. She had a calm yet distressed face.

"Is mr. Tony Stark here?" I looked at her and blinked, I shuffled a bit "um, yes, that me..." I don't know why I was nervous but I just felt like something life changing is going to happen.

"Mr. Stark I am Child services, and you are now in custody due to, Helen Joe's arrest for murder attempt and child abuse to her newborn approximately 29 days old, may I come in?"

I stared Flabbergasted at the women.

I got a girl pregnant?

I got a girl pregnant!

IM A DAD!? NO!

Between my thoughts I deadpanned "yes. Come in"
The women walked inside and sat down on a leather chair whilst carrying a stroller with a blooded up blankets in it and a small lump. Must be the baby.

Mom stared at her eyebrows knitted together then she yelled "HOWARD, COME DOWNSTAIRS PLEASE!" she was still locked on me as I shuffled again more uncomfortable than I was before.

Wait. Was I sweating? Am i?

I waited for the women to talk as dad came from upstairs. "Whos she? Candice?" He snickered as mom held his bisep.

"No, my name is Mary Landon. I am apart of child services with Mr. Tony Starks child. A daughter. Her mother was sentence to jail for child abuse and attempted murder." Dad also stared at the women named Mary. "A child?" His face was becoming reddened with anger, I gulped getting ready to be yelled at.