Deep Shit

I, Tony Stark, am in some deep shit.

Who would've thought the billionaire, playboy fucktard could ever love someone or could ever want to be with that certain someone for the rest of his life?

Definitely not me. I actually enjoyed all the partying, drinking, clubbing, and sleeping around I did in the olden days before what happened in Afghanistan. After that, many, many things changed. One of those changes was a change of mindset on what I wanted to do in my life

I, of course, stopped making weapons for the military, but that wasn't all that I wanted to change about myself and my image. I wanted to be in a serious relationship, to have that one person to lean on, to settle down and to be the best Tony Stark that I can be.

Granted, because of my tendencies and my past, that was a hard job. I was constantly distracted and tempted by things that I did in the past. A part of me will always want my old life back, but living in the present and in the now, I need, and want, to focus on the present and ultimately, the future.

I was in the shower having those weirdly long "thinking about life" episodes that have become a bit of problem as of late.

I rubbed the scar on my chest as I do whenever I think about the arc reactor that used to be there. I was actually thinking of getting a tattoo of an arc reactor there. That'd be pretty sick if you ask me.

I hop out of the shower and get ready for the day. Going down to the kitchen, I remembered that for once I'm not alone in the gigantic Stark tower that I built. Or should I say Avengers tower now?

They all decided to come and stay at the tower for a while for some "team bonding" as Clint had put it. Everyone seemed to be on board with the idea and moved in the night before.

Walking into the kitchen, only Steve, Clint, and Vision were awake it seemed. They all sat around the kitchen island drinking coffee or eating some breakfast.

Vision greeted me with the usual, "Good morning, sir," and the others just acknowledged me with a smile or a grunt.

I went to the coffee machine pulling out my favorite "Team Iron Man" mug and pouring a cup of black coffee. I turned to Steve and asked, "So where's my old man?"

Steve was watching the news on the television before turning to me with an embarrassed grin on his face. "He's still sleeping. We had a long night."

Clint whistled at that while mumbling, "yeah I could hear it from two floors below."

I just laughed it off. I'm used to Steve and my father being in a relationship. Ever since Bruce and I built a time machine a few months ago, Steve went to 1947 while Howard was still looking for Mr. Stars and Stripes. Steve told Howard that he was from the future and asked if he wanted to go to the future to be together. My father said yes and here we are.

Just then, the man in question, Howard walked into the room. It was strange for me to see my father so young. With his mustache still brown with no gray hairs and no wrinkles on his face, he was the man Steve fell in love with back in World War II.

Steve looked up from the television and greeted him with a kiss. "Morning breath, Steve." Howard told him.

My father has come to terms with all the technology differences quite well and has been in the lab with me quite a few times.

It was really strange for my father as well to know he had a son. I wasn't even a thought back when he was in the war.

I was worried that when my father came to our present time, I would disappear because he would have never met my mother, Maria. But Bruce was way ahead of me. He sent my father back in time so he would meet my mother and have me. We did all this for Steve's happiness. He couldn't bear to find another man to love. It had to be ole Howie Stark. I knew my father felt the same way. All he could talk about when I was growing up was Steve Rogers.