Disclaimer: I do NOT own anything! My Beloved Child
It was an immensely stormy night when thirty year old Howard received a phone call from his butler, Jarvis. "Sir, Miss Maria has gone into labor! She is being transported to New York Hospital now.", Jarvis quickly stated, forgetting all formalities with the importance of the news.
"Right! I'll be there as soon as I can. Jarvis do NOT let anything happen to them!", Howard squawked as he ran through his workshop doors and into the lift.
"Of course, Sir.", Jarvis replied before hanging up.
Howard ran from the lift through the front doors of Stark Industries and out to the parking lot. He fumbled about with his keys to his beloved Rolls Royce, his hands shaking with panic, before he was able to get in and start driving. He sped through the streets, causing all the lights to blur and streak. Cars screeched, hitting their brakes, and people jumped out of the way in a panic. Impressively, he turned a forty minute drive into a twenty minute drive. He drifted to a stop in front of the hospital doors, barely missing the sidewalk. Jumping out, he ran through the front doors just as a nondescript nurse screamed," Sir, you cannot park there!" Ignoring her, he ran up to the information desk and demanded to know where his wife was.
"Sir, what is your wife's name?", a nurse no older than twenty-five with chestnut brown hair asked. Howard so wanted to face palm himself. "Maria. Maria Stark," he replied, rather flustered and red faced. "Your wife is currently in a birthing room of the second floor. There is a small waiting room three doors down from the elevator where I believe your party is waiting. Please remember to walk and not run sir," she said with a knowing smile.
He walked briskly to the stairs and then ran up to the second floor. He followed the nurses direction to the waiting room, where he saw Jarvis standing ramrod straight and watching the storm worriedly. "Jarvis, any news yet?", he asked nervously. Jarvis jumped and screeched, which made Howard smirk a bit. They both snickered a bit at Jarvis' reaction.
"S-sir, I did not hear you come in. No, there has not been any news just yet.", Jarvis replied while panting. They sat down in the horrid hospital chairs and waited for what seemed hours before Howard spoke once more.
"These chairs are the most horrid things I have ever had the displeasure of sitting in. Perhaps I should donate money to replace them?"
"Mr. Stark, one would think that your donations would go to better pursuits than hospital chairs," the butler replied snarkily.
"I suppose you are correct, Jay." was the reply given by Howard.
They waited hours and hours or so it seemed. Howard had gotten up and placed the floor repeatedly for minutes at a time. Jarvis wrung his hand to the point they were red and splotchy. Oh how they wished that someone would come give them news. Lightning and thunder raged outside making the mood even worse for the poor men waiting. Finally, a nurse cam in.
"I am looking for the Stark party.", she states crisply.
"That is us.", Howard said frantically.
"Sirs, I have bad and good news which would you like to hear first?", she asks gently.
"You have bad news!? What happened are they alright? Is one of them hurt o-or dead? Oh god, please no!", cried Howard in a panic.
"I am sorry, sir.", the nurse states.