One

Adrienne Claire Potter was, on many levels, a rather extraordinary child. The reasons why were rather peculiar, I am afraid to admit. How so is what you may ask, my dear readers. Well, let me explain to you why this is.

First of all, she possessed the beauty and elegance of a goddess. Aidee stood at a height of barely 5"2, was extremely petite and small. Yet, it suited her. She had a ivory colored skin, contrasting with her long, pitch-black hair, which fell down her shoulders in natural and perfect curls. What really was the highlight of her appearance was her eyes. They were emerald green, the brightest and the most exuberant shade of green known to mankind. They were almond shaped and they glew against her pale skin.

Second of all, her heart was as big as the universe. Aidee's compassionate and caring nature usually got her in trouble, so much that she developed a 'saving people problem', a term that had been dubbed by those who were close to her.

Lastly, you would expect this type of person to be cherished by everyone. To be loved and accepted whichever way she had ventured. That she had parents that adored their shimmering little star….

A large whale of a man had a nasty facial expression plastered onto his revolting face. He shut the door to the bland bedroom, his atmosphere reeking with bad intentions. His gaze settled on Adrienne, who was looking down in shame. She dared to glance up at her uncle, only to hear him say truly haunting words:

"I will show you what you're worth, Whore."

...if you assumed all of the above was true, my dears, then you are terribly mistaken.

~ACPS~

New York, New York

November 15th, 1999

12:30 AM

There was a bar in New York where people, quite diverse in terms of customers, came to get a good drink. Mainly men inhabited the alcoholic wonderland, but every once in a while there would be a woman or two coming into Shaders Bar out of sheer curiosity.

Tony Stark entered his favored bar, waving to the regulars he often saw. "I'll have a shot of vodka, Darryl." The bartender got him his drink and the genius downed it, wincing from the burn. One drink after the other, the genius was more than pleased to feel the familiar warmth of intoxication fill his bloodstream.

Everything was going as it usually did on a night like that, Tony concluded in his tipsy haze. Until, his gaze settled upon a lone man in the corner of the bar. A very very attractive man. He was tall, Tony could even tell that even though the man in question was sitting down. His face held a strong jaw, a straight nose, and a pair of hazel eyes hidden by rectangular glasses. His hair was black and messy, contrasting against his peach toned skin. He held an aura of someone who was most definitely mischievous.

Tony decided that he wanted this man. In his bed. As soon as possible.

The genius walked over to said table, surprisingly elegant from how intoxicated he was, and sat down in front of him. "For someone who is attractive as you, I would have thought you would be the life of the party."

The mystery man raised an elegant eyebrow at the comment before taking another drink of his scotch. "Who says I'm not?" His British accent sent chills of excitement down the genius's spine.

"I don't think sitting alone in the corner qualifies as social Sherlock." Tony snarked, taking a drink of his vodka. "I think that makes you the exact opposite, in fact."

The raven haired man snorted in amusement, taking a sip of his scotch. "Fair enough...why does a bloke like you care anyways?"

Tony smirked as he took a sip of his vodka. "Because I know when someone is as stunningly gorgeous as you are, Sherlock."

The man raised a single eyebrow and then laughed, a wholesome sound if Tony had any say in the matter. "Calling me gorgeous kinda takes away my masculinity, doesn't it?"

Tony snorted and drank the rest of the vodka inside of his glass. "Deal with it, Sherlock. You're fucking gorgeous and you can't do anything about it." Tony leaned over the table, whispering in James Potter's ears. "Now, let's say we get out of this joint."

James answered with his eyes filling with artificial lust, Tony too drunk to realize or care for the artificial nature of the look. "I'm harder than a bloody diamond, it's the least you could do."

That night, Tony will later realize in his life, will drastically change his future. How? Well, the answer is rather complicated.

After all, what man could get fucking pregnant?