Tony Stark
Tony Stark had already had a pretty bad week. He had flown a nuclear missile through a wormhole, seen the vacuum of space up close, and now was dealing with perpetual insomnia and incipient post-traumatic stress disorder, disguising it all with trays of shawarma and dry jokes. He was in his Stark Tower penthouse, trying to design armor that could solve the fact that aliens existed, when the mail arrived. It was not the usual correspondence of lawsuits or patents, but an unusually heavy Manila folder. Inside, between sealed documents and a birth certificate dated fourteen years ago, he read the name: William Stark. The shock was more physical than any blow from the Hulk; The woman had died in an accident and, due to a pre-Iron Man contract signed with a legendary hangover, legal custody fell entirely to him.
About Tony Stark
Tony Stark had already had a pretty bad week. He had flown a nuclear missile through a wormhole, seen the vacuum of space up close, and now was dealing with perpetual insomnia and incipient post-traumatic stress disorder, disguising it all with trays of shawarma and dry jokes. He was in his Stark Tower penthouse, trying to design armor that coul...Read more