Oh, Hi! This is me, Bia. i know it's some while since my last fic. it's because i am very busy right now to actually focus in ONLY writing, but i will do what i can.

well, to the fanfic i think! (lol)

Disclaimer: No, I do not own Iron Man, MARVEL does. I only own Sophie, some other characters and the plot...

I woke up groggily that day, the culprit being my alarm clock ringing on the nightstand. It read 6:30 A.M. I looked at the green numbers before sighing and finally deciding to get up.

My name is Sophie Potts. Yeah, you guessed right. My mom is Pepper Potts herself, the former secretary of Anthony Stark, CEO of Stark Industries. The Iron Man himself.

I'm his number one fan! Come on, I have a shirt with that triangular shaped symbol; it's red and gold and I love it to pieces.

But moving on; I quickly bathed and put on a pair of jeans, a gray hooded jacket, and yeah, my glasses. Before you ask, I'm brunette and have blue eyes. I'm not exactly 'skinny' nor 'muscular,' but I have the right amount of weight on me.

I headed downstairs to find my mom and Uncle Rhodey at the table enjoying a batch of my mother's pancakes. Colonel James Rhodes was the closest thing to a paternal figure in my life, but I call him 'Uncle Rhodey' all the same. My mother says there is no chance of him being my father, so he's just Uncle to me.

I just picked up an apple and a cup of juice, and began to make my way towards the door.

"Hold on, Miss Potts," Uncle Rhodey called, grabbing me by my jacket's hood. He had this mannerism of calling me of my mother's old nickname that she had picked up during the time she worked with Tony Stark.

"You are going to sit down and eat like a human being," he said as he pulled me back to the table. I sat down at the table with a sigh and my mom put a healthy serving of breakfast in front of me.

I sighed; there was no chance of me catching the bus today... just like every other morning. I sometimes think that my mother and uncle Rhodey do it on purpose, just so that they get to take me to school.

Oh yeah, another little fact about me: I don't have a left hand. I had a car accident when i was really, really young. I don't remember much but i do'nt like to touch on the subject neither; It's not that I don't know how to live without it, it just makes things a bit more difficult.

By the time I finally finished eating I asked "Can we go now?" and rubbed my jacket's sleeve across my mouth to sweep the remaining crumbs away from my lips.

Uncle Rhodey got up and guided me to the door. I opened it with ease and took my seat in his car. Oh boy, were Army Gifted Cars awesome! But back to my story; uncle Rhodey slid into the car, revved it up, and we were on our way in no time.

"So, Soph..." Uncle Rhodey began, "How's school?"

I shrugged, looking outside the window. "Well…" I began. It's wasn't that I didn't like school, but it was the fact that teachers always tried to teach me things I already knew! Physics is a good example of this; I had always been good at science.

I still don't know why, but I'm very, VERY, good at anything to do with science. Physics, Chemistry, Math, Biology... every single one turned out with an A+.

"I heard from your mom," Uncle stated again, dragging me out of my little dreamland, "that you have a crush on a boy at school."

Uncle Rhodey smiled that cynic smile of his, and for some reason, it made me smile back, along with the slight blush that came whenever I talked about him. "I-I umm... kind of have," I admitted.

"And can I know his name now or we are meeting him at your wedding?" The irony was killing me.

"His name is Christopher Barton," I delved. The second I said 'Barton,' Uncle Rhodey coughed hard. "You ok?" I asked, a bit worried

"Yeah, Yeah," he answered me with that dry kind voice. Something was up.

Fifteen minutes later, I finally stepped out my uncle's car and looked up: High School.

"Oh, and before I forget, uncle!" I turned suddenly towards him, just as he was leaving. "Can you let mom know we are going on a school trip today? I will come back a bit late."

"And to where are you teenagers are heading today?" he asked me with a mischievous grin.

I smiled back, my white teeth showing, "Stark Industries."

At this, he paled and practically flew into his car; the gray smoke from the exhaust being the only reminder that he was ever there.

I really want to thank Mcrtrix for Beta reading this fanfic from now on.