The Man with no Heart (Tony Stark) - ON HOLD

Bad Start

“The Starks have a firm handshake”

Those were my father’s words as he dropped me at MIT campus, loaded with stuff I needed, alone.

“Ugh.” I sighed as the car sped off.

I knew he would not help me carry things to my new place. I also knew I would wanted to bring my entire workshop with me, since I was going to live here.

But when I looked at the amount of stuff I had, all I wanted was to scream.

Plus, I didn’t even know where the hell to go!

“Front it is…” I spoke to myself “This damn place has to have someone around.”

So, I started by picking backpacks, then sportive bags, then… I realized I was carrying something heavier than my own weight, and I still had to carry the damn suitcases.

Still, I was smart enough to take a step forward, trying to reach out for the suitcases.

You can guess, right?

BAM!

“F*CK!” I shouted

Everything was spread over the floor, the suitcase’s pull broken and… oh sh*t.

“Dummy!” I yelled as I saw the pieces of my best friend rolling on the floor.

Of course, I had to disassemble Dummy and U to come to MIT, but I couldn’t lose any pieces!

Surely, it would take me a really long time before I could get new ones.

So, there I was, still in the same spot, knelt on the floor picking up the pieces of Dummy.

The casual clothes my mother chose for me were now totally shriveled. God, if only she saw me now.

“You seem to be having some trouble in there, son. Do you need help?”

My head quickly turned to the male voice I heard.

I was still on the floor, with metal pieces in my hands.

I might have forgotten I had leaves of oil in my hand when I took it to wipe the drops of sweat on my face.

“Boy? Let me help you!” The man smiled and approached me. “What are you doing here… alone?” he asked

I don’t think he recognized me.

Oh, how could he, anyway?

People knew my name.

No one knew how the fifteen year old Tony Stark looked like, for god’s sake.

“Uh, I am… gathering my stuff to… get to MIT”

“MIT?” he picked up some of my backpacks.

I intensely observed him, wanting to make sure he didn’t rob me.

Finally lighter, I was able to carry the remaining stuff and start to walk “Yes”

“But how old are you?”

I rolled my eyes.

I knew every single person would ask me that.

“21” I lied

The man laughed, but was suddenly silenced by my amazing acting skills

“I have a serious pathology concerning my pituitary hormones glands. It affects my growth directly” My eyes threatened him as I lied “Now are you going to mock me?”

His eyes widened “Oh, my god, of course not, kid! I mean, of course not uh…”

“Dale”

“Of course not, Dale!” he quickly reached to grab some more of my stuff “Let me help you!”