[1] Taeyong Lee-Stark and the League of Heroes

14 - 6 long and successful months later...

PREVIOUSLY ON: League of Superheroes

Tony Stark and Lee-Stark Taeyong together become closer with the creation of Iron Man. On the road to this discovery, both son and father have to face the corruption of the weapons industry within Stark Industries but also battle Obadiah Stane. Tony learns that life is hard and he doesn't want or need Taeyong to face that, but with his new found talent and selfless heroism, that's going to be hard. He learns to become closer to his son, but how close can he really be when his new line of work puts him at risk to the US government.

Tony Stark, is Iron Man.

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Sitting in the dark with nothing but a dirty lamp to keep him company, a man lay in his bed watching the television. The news specifically, with a fast Russian speaker rushing to translate the American man having a press conference. The man residing in the comfort of his broken bed breathed in heavily, letting his body slowly pump oxygen around his frame.

Said man was called Aton Vanko, and even whilst dying, he lay in his room with anger shaking the very tips of his fingers. His face contorting with an effort to wheeze out in calling for his son. "Come here Ivan," he spoke, feeling his throat muscles rub against each other. He did not cough, instead allowing his eyes to water in desperation to be better. But he would not be, he was dying and nothing could stop that.

Walking into the dark room; the television and small hanging bulb as the only light to illuminate his towering stance, was Ivan. Said man, puffed an air of smoke and turned to his father, "that should be you!" Anton whined pathetically, feeling his upper body shake as he tried to sit up. Ivan said nothing as he silently helped his father sit up and rest against the metal bed frame, bars digging into his frail skin.

Anton turned his head to face the wall, littered with designs and basic mechanics of his own arc reactor he balled his fists. Betrayal and humiliation was never not an emotion he could escape from everyday. Not when the television decided to praise the man whose father left him in such a state. "Stark," he muttered darkly, watching his son tense beside him. When Anton shifted to look back at his son he was met with another puff of smoke.

Refusing to hack up more painful coughs, Anton left. Never to come back. Finally, Ivan could do what needed to be done. The television was the only thing alive in the room when Ivan left. The channel remained the same; what was left had been running on on repeat for hours.

"I've seen the papers. I've heard the reports. That's why I want to put an end to all this wild speculation. The truth is-" Tony turned to look back at Rhodey and then faced the camera straight on. "I am Iron Man."

6 months later.

Flushing, New York was a place to be during the night. Maybe it was a place to be in the daytime too, but the night was a whole other story. Tony knew this and he also knew that New York was just a great place to be in general. The busy streets, the living atmosphere. The world revolved around him and then again, not, at the same time. He looked over at the pilot of his private jet and smirked before jumping out of the plane and flexing the edges of his fingertips. Immediately letting his Iron Man suit encase his entire form. Allowing for his fall in New York to suddenly turn to flight.

Fireworks started to explode all around him in a flurry of colours and sparks. Tony smiled gleefully from behind his mask and landed in his outdoor venue for the Stark Expo. Another expo that added to the many he had created in the last six months in order to show his Iron Man suit off to the world. He landed hard and sharp, with fire and hot women in Iron Man themed clothing to dance a put on a show.