Scar

Chapter 4: An Incorrect Hypothesis

"No! And I was all like, 'Oh yeah. No phones at dinner.' You should have seen his face!" Scarlett exclaimed. Her best friend giggled on the other line.

"Wow, Scar. You sure told him," Cameron replied.

Scarlett rolled her eyes and smirked, then said, "Damn right I did."

Cameron gasped. "Excuse me! Language!" She yelled.

"Shut up. Just shut up you goodie goodie." Both girls laughed. Scarlett decided to change the subject and asked, "Did Mark say anything about me in art today?" Cameron and Mark were in the same art class, and, they sat at the same table. All while Scarlett was stuck sitting next to the grossest guy in school, plus, she was in a whole different class.

"Hmm, oh! He did ask me if I was going to his party on Friday, and I said yes, and then he was all like, 'Is, um, Scarlett going too?" And I was like, 'Yeah! Totally! Why?' And he said, 'Oh, no reason.' He so likes you, Scar!" Cameron shouted.

Scarlett smiled and screamed, "Ahhh! Cam this is freakin' amazing!" The two girls squealed loudly until interrupted by Pepper. "Scarlett! Please be quiet! It's time for bed!" She yelled.

Scarlett took some deep breaths and finally said, "Ok, Cam. My mom is going to have a conniption if I don't go to sleep, so I'll talk to you later. Love you bb. Biya!" Scarlett blew kisses into the phone before hanging up. She grinned to herself thinking about a future with Mark, and decided that she would give him her number next time she saw him; no matter what her Dad thought. "My life is about to get awesome," she whispered to herself, turning off her lamp and snuggling into bed.

Meanwhile...

"I can't believe she said that to me. Can you believe she said that to me?" Tony asked Jarvis, aggravated.

"Well, Sir, actually, I feel it's quite believable, to be honest. She is your daughter, after all," Jarvis explained.

Tony scoffed. "Scarlett is nothing like me! At all."

Jarvis sighed and replied, "Not at all?"

Tony removed himself from the chair he was seated in, huffed, and muttered, "Whatever." Stark began scanning the room, obviously looking for something. "Now where did I put that goddamn screwdriver?" Tony questioned. After scavenging through every shelf and pile of paperwork, Tony found the tool right where he had left it - on the table behind him, in clear sight. He innocently chuckled and said, "Oh. Right." Approaching the machinery fronting him, Tony thought back to the "person" and the extraordinary event that inspired his genius invention. Man, was that a weird trip. Stark gazed at his creation: his pride and joy, preparing for the climax of the long journey he had been on for over a year. As Tony flipped a couple more switches, pressed a few buttons, and attached the very last cords together, the monster of a machine brightly lit up in front of him. "Voila!" Stark exclaimed, incredibly elated.

"Mark XLIII is ready for deployment, sir," Jarvis told his creator.

"Well, now that my baby has fully matured, I feel it is time to test it myself," Tony replied.

"Sir, I'm afraid that's not such a good idea. See, the protrons from the Arc Reactor will not get along with the neutrons remaining in..."

Jarvis was interrupted by an oblivious Tony. "Jarvis, buddy, in this particular situation, protrons, neutrons, burritos, they're all the same. Come on, we both already know for sure that it's safe." Stark argued as he strapped himself down onto the flat bed.

Jarvis sighed and agreed, "Ok, sir. If you insist. Beginning countdown now. 10. 9. 8. 7. 6. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1..."

The somewhat nuclear explosion took out the entire bottom floor of the billion-dollar mansion, as Pepper woke to the screams of her terrified daughter.