"Rise and shine, Sammy." Father laughed when he flipped on my light. I groan and look at the clock sitting on my neatly organized oak dresser.
"It's only 3:45 am, Dad!" I pull the down quilt back over my head. He yanks it off me again. This is our ritual, every single year on my birthday, and he never changes the ritual or even falters in doing it.
"I have a surprise for you, birthday girl," he said, stretching, "so get dressed and meet me in the kitchen." I watch him leave my room. I look at the presents sitting in my room that will remain unopened until I get home from school later today. My body isn't awake and I just tumble out of my bed. My father had laid out a new dress for me the night before. My own Jarvis system greets me as I step into my shiny red flats.
"Good morning and happy birthday, Miss Stark." He says. I know Vision is practically Jarvis, however, dad managed to make a new one for me, even though the original Jarvis is synonymous with him.
"Thanks, J. What's on today's docket for the family?" I ask as I pull on my dress.
"Your father has a reservation with Miss Potts at 8:30 tonight. You have your date with Mr. Parker tonight at 7." Jarvis explains to me.
"Thanks, Jarvis," I respond. I don't have any siblings or aunts and uncles, so Jarvis is like a fill-in sibling or uncle for me. Friday only works with dad, but she helps me out too.
"Of course, Miss Stark." By the time I'm done, it's 4 am. I clamber down to meet my dad in the kitchen.
"Daddy, what is so important that you have to talk to me at 4 am in the morning for? Most kids' parents don't do that." I groan rubbing my tired brown eyes.
"Well, I'm not like most parents, am I?" Dad asks. Of course, he's not, he's Tony fricking Stark. Most kids my age would love to have THE TONY STARK as their father, but I'm the lucky one here in this equation.
"No, no you are not," I respond. He smiles and puts on his glasses.
"Friday, drop the cloaking device on it," Dad says. Friday complies and next to my dad stands a red and gold Iron Man suit, built for a female wearer.
"Dad... you didn't really do that did you?" I ask, shocked, I walk around the suit, studying every inch of it. It's nanotechnology.
"I did. Now, you've trained in this type of suit before. But this is the Mark 50. It's just like mine. It's got nanotechn in it and whatever weapon you think up will be formed by little nanobots in the suit." Dad explains.
"This explains why you were always up so late in the labs," I mentioned as I admired the detail on the suit.
"Sadly, the cloaking shield doesn't come with the suit. I still have yet to figure out how to configure the cloaking tech to the suit itself." Dad says rubbing his head. He is smart, but sometimes, even he gets stumped by things.
"Maybe I can help you out on that." I smile at him. He smirks back.
"You'd really help your old man and get into designing the Iron Man Suits?" He asked me. I shrug lightly and grab his hand.
"I'm a Stark, being a genius kind of runs in the family," I say to him.
"That's my girl," Dad says. He suddenly pulls me into a father-daughter hug.
"Listen closely to me, sweetie. If anything, have the suits nanosensor on you at all times. But I want you to promise me that you won't ever use the suit unless a dire situation happens and you're in trouble, or I'm with you and I'm in trouble." Now, dad is starting to freak me out. I've never heard him talk like this before.
The only other times that he has worried the heck out about me was when I was only 7 and he was captured and held by the Ten Rings, and during the attack on New York when I was 11. I was in the basement of what was then Stark Tower with Happy. Pepper was in Washington D.C. at the time.
"Daddy, you're scaring me," I say to him, although, not breaking his hug, "why are you saying these things?"
"I just don't want to lose you. You were the first love of my life. If I lost my only daughter, I'd go senile." Dad says. He breaks the hug and kisses my forehead.
"Alright, back to bed with you, but I guess stay in your school clothes, it's less of a hassle to change." I roll my eyes as he ushers me back to bed. I yawn and fall back asleep as soon as I hit my bed.
YOU ARE READING
Genius Runs In The Family
Hayran Kurgu"I'm a Stark, being a genius kind of runs in the family." Samantha Bailey Stark is the oldest and only daughter of Tony Stark. She inherited his quick witted remarks, his sarcasm and his brains. She also earned his temper. When she was old enough, T...
