It was just a few feet away. The answers you've been so desperate for could possibly be behind the doors to the Avengers Tower, priorly known as Stark Tower. Glancing up and down the tall structure you admired the architectural work that was put into the building. You took a sharp inhale followed by a long exhale of breath before you treaded towards the entrance.
You were about to open the door when suddenly a red light emerged in front of you and appeared to be scanning your body head to toe. "Welcome. Please state your name and purpose." A robotic female voice announced over a speaker. From the sound of the voice it appeared to be automated.
"Uh, Y/N. I'm here to see Tony Stark." you say with wavering confidence.
"Do you have an appointment with Mr. Stark?" Okay, so maybe the voice is an artificial intelligence of some sort.
"No, no I don't, but it's really important. I need to ask him a som-"
"I'm sorry, but Mr. Stark is not accepting anyone who does not have an appointment. If you would like to schedule an appointment the wait list will take approximately one to two months to process."
"Two months? I can't wait that long. I need to see him ASAP , preferably right now. " You weren't sure how long you would have another opportunity for this. For all you know, this moment might be your only chance to see the infamous Tony Stark.
"I'm sorry, but Mr. Stark is not accepting any-"
"It's okay FRIDAY, send the kid in. Almost done here anyway." The voice of a man interrupted the robot followed by the sound of the door unlocking, allowing you in. You opened the door and looked around the room. Everything was in boxes stacked on top of each other except for some sofas and a few tables. "Top floor, elevator's to your left." The same voice echoed around the bare room through the speakers. You saw the elevator doors open just for you.
Stepping inside your nerves finally caught up to you after the doors closed and you pushed the button to the top floor. You've repeated what you've wanted to say over a million times in your head but you still couldn't bring yourself to ask it out loud. You've rehearsed this, you've rehearsed this. You've been through much worse than this, how hard could it be?
The elevator made a sharp dinging noise and opened its doors upon arrival to the top floor. You hesitated before stepping out to find more boxes and furniture ready to go. Across the room was none other than Tony Stark, the multi-million dollar businessman who saves the world in a metal suit from time to time. He was with two other men, one who was standing by a table across from Stark who had dark hair, wore a pair of glasses, and a purple button up shirt. The other man appeared to be a mover as Tony was signing some papers from him while the man with glasses was overlooking some other files.
"Don't be shy kid, take a seat we're just wrapping up." Tony motioned his hand to one of the couches.
You looked at the most comfortable looking one and sat down. You didn't know where to look so you glanced at about everything from Tony and the stranger to the near empty bar on the side of the wall. Tony noticed you looking at the few bottles of liquor left, "Feel free to pour yourself a drink, trying to get rid of as much as I can anyway without killing myself from alcohol poisoning." His tone sounded sarcastic yet serious, but you remained seated. The thought was tempting since you needed something to calm your nerves, but if you were going to vomit you'd rather have nothing come up rather than the burning feeling of booze.
"You're probably already doing that to yourself every weekend you go to a party." The man from across the room looked up at Tony, "You still seem a bit hungover from last week."
"Two weeks ago actually. That prime minister of, wherever, had some strong shit." Tony patted the mover on the shoulder and thanked him, turning his attention to you as the mover entered the elevator and left. It was just you, the man, and Mr. Stark alone in the near empty room. "So what'd you want to ask that was so important, kid?" Tony sat down on another couch across from you, the other man only glancing your way a few times as he read on. "You a superfan, reporter, assassin sent to kill me?"
"No, I'm none of those. I mean I am a fan of your work, with the Iron Man suit and stuff." You felt like a little kid seeing Santa at the mall for the first time. Not that you've ever seen Santa in the mall, let alone be in a mall when you were a kid. You were raised to not believe in fairy tales, that they would cloud your vision from the real world.
"Impressive, right? Guessing you want one, but I'm afraid to say it's kind of an exclusive thing. Not for the general public, I'm sure you can understand." Tony stood up and went to the bar, pouring himself something dark in a glass. "What'd you say your name was?"
"Y/N. My name's Y/N." He gestured if you wanted a glass, in which you shook your head no. He shrugged and strode his way back, kicking his feet up on the coffee table that filled the space between the two of you. You would prefer that the two of you would be alone without the other man in the room, but having someone else in the room eased the tension in a way of what might happen next. Now's a better time than any to say what you needed to say, "This is going to sound really strange, and it's probably best that you stay seated." Tony raised an eyebrow out of curiosity and straightened his posture a little bit. You took another breath, "I don't think I can reword this any other way, so I'm just gonna say it. I think you're my dad."