"I'd rather die than step aboard that plane."
Joy snorted but kept her gaze fixated into the pot as she stirred. "Now you're just being dramatic."
Folding my arms over my chest I glared hard into the back of my foster mom's head. I wasn't being dramatic at all. Crazy amounts of greenhouse gases are emitted from a single flight. And they expect me to fly in a private jet despite that? No way.
"He wants to meet you and you want to meet him. I don't see the problem, Toni."
I huffed. "The problem is that I don't even eat meat because I want to minimize my personal carbon footprint. And now you expect me to effectively increase it more than tenfold by flying in a stupid private jet rather than commercial. Why would I do that?"
"Because it's a kind gesture. He's flying you in and taking you on a tour around the city, not force-feeding you brussels sprouts. Not to mention that you don't have to deal with those pesky paparazzis chasing you around!"
I plopped myself down by the small kitchen table. She did have a point there. The paparazzi were the absolute worst.
Oh wow, who could've imagined that paparazzis would be a problem in my life three weeks ago. But here I am - the formerly unknown offspring of Tony Stark whose identity was revealed through leaked documents from god knows where. Not even Iron Man himself knew that I existed. Nor did he, or I for the matter, actually believe it until he sent some men in black type of guys to my foster home to swab my mouth for a paternity test. And lo and behold, it came back positive. So now I'm famous. Crazy how that happens.
"I'll be purchasing carbon offsets until the end of time now, you know."
"I know, dear," Joy said softly and planted a kiss on my head. "It's all going to be alright"
AN: I don't really know where this story is going but I know I wanted to post it. Mostly for myself to be honest. If you're reading this then thank you, I hope you're having a good day.