Tony Stark's Kid

The Terrorists Decide That I Am Worthy Of Kidnapping

Nico p.o.v.

I sit on the my bed in the orphanage I have lived in my entire life. I just lay here and dream about my parents. I know who my dad is, I am actually a Stark. I look like a mini Stark, and I am crazy smart, I could have already graduated high school if it weren't of the fact I have no way of income to be able to afford a collage and I severely lack social skills. Nobody knows I am a Stark but me, of course. How? I don't know. 

Being the genius I am, I could not deny the resemblance, so I made myself a DNA test, and then hacked into government files to see Tony's matched. Long story short it did. From what I know, my mom and Tony hooked up one night. My mom had me, but did not want me, so just left me in front of the fire station. No information on me or anything. There, one of the fireman entered me into the system under the name Nico Johnson. They then brought me to an orphanage. I have lived here since then. 

You may now be wondering why a family would not have adopted a boy like me, I mean I will never cause problems at school, and I could always help fix their dishwasher or something. The orphanage owner, Ms. Ricker really likes me, she always tells the families I am a bad kid in order to keep me at the orphanage. Most families don't want a 12 year old anyway. I hate Ms. Ricker, she uses me to get money to feed her alcohol addiction. She makes me build her random stuff that she sells. If I don't do well, she'll beat me. She treats every other kid well though.

My days always have a similar schedule, I wake up thanks to the alarm clock I built using scraps. I have my own room, not because she was being nice to me, but to ensure the other kids would not be able to find out I am not really a bad kid. The door locks from the outside, so I wait until she unlocks it at 7. Once she unlocks it, I am able to go downstairs and eat, as long as I do not talk to the other kids. If she catches me talking to them, I lose food privileges. Then I go to school, where I also never talk. I now a selective mute, I have not actually spoken a word since I was six. Honestly, I am not even sure if I still can. 

Anyway, as soon as school gets done, I immediately return to the orphanage. The other kids get a curfew of 5:30, but I have to return to the orphanage immediately. Once I get there, she locks me in my room with a pile of tools, wires, and all sorts of things. I am expected to work and make her something worth 100 dollars or more, before I can leave and get dinner. Most days I build radios or something to that effect, occasionally I'll build something better just to challenge myself. If she is happy with my work, she lets me go to bed without a beating, but there is a difference between satisfied and happy. Most days the beatings are light, just a couple of kicks the the stomach and chest. Then I get locked up in my room for the night. I go to sleep, and the process repeats. Tonight was unique, I got out of any beatings and got a full dinner for once. I go to bed feeling better than I have in a long time. 

I woke up the next morning to my alarm clock going off like crazy. I had a bad feeling about today. I got dressed into navy blue shirt and black jeans. I grabbed my backpack and sat on my bed waiting for Ms. Ricker to unlock the door. She unlocks my door late today, meaning no breakfast. I just walk strait out the door and unto the streets and start heading towards school. The bad feeling growing with each step. All of a sudden I feel to hands on my shoulders, and someone covers my mouth. I wriggle out of their grasp and turn around. They are both men. I hear a noice, and then realize I am now surrounded by them. Who are they and what to they want? Could they have found out I'm a Stark? Maybe they want ransom? I look around me and I suddenly bolt for an opening between two men, suddenly I feel a sharp pain in my chest, I look down and see a knife in my chest. God! It hurts so much. Then the world goes black.

I wake up. I am tied to a table thing, there is a doctor looking man standing over my chest, he is holding a knife. The next thing I know, is I am being operated on, while being awake. I scream, my mutism not holding me back at all. "Shush." The doctor man says, "I am trying to work. As much as you may not like this, it is necessary if you want to live." He then continues to operate. I black out quite a few times from pain. 

When I wake up again, I am no longer tied down and being operated on. I am on a coach. I look down at my chest, it is stitched up, but still covered in blood. I sit up slowly because of the amount of pain, I notice a glass of water next to me. I take a few sips, before dipping my fingers in. I use my now wet fingers to clean around the wound. After I finish, I take note of the room I am in. Now I realize it looks like more than just a room, it is practically a warehouse. There are no windows, and the only exit is one door. It is poorly lit, but I can see that there are more lights, but they are not turned on. The door opens to reveal a group of 5 people, four of which are carrying guns. They line up forming a V shape.

"I see that you are awake, Mr. Johnson, or should I say Stark?" The man in the front of the triangle says. "You are smart like your father. That is why you are here. We are one of the many terrorist organizations that were getting Stark Industry weapons from Mr. Stane before your father stopped making weapons. Now, you will be our new source of weapons. Study up, Nico. You have a lot to learn." The man before dropping a pile of old Stark Industry weapons, and a pile of books on weapon manufacturing. The 5 men then walk out of the room. As much as I despise it, I am kinda stuck in this scenario right now. I stumble over to the pile and grab a couple books. I then began to read, hoping to never have to use the information I am learning about.