Author's Note: I was watching the Avengers the other night and this popped into my head and wouldn't go away.
I've been staring at the same piece of paper for an hour. My birth certificate, the first time I ever saw it was on my 18th birthday and I've been staring at it every day for the last 5 years.
Child's Name: Maria Rose Evans DOB: 10/31/90 at 11:50pm
Length: 20.5 inches Weight: 6 lbs 9oz Hair: black Sex: female
Mother's Name: Sarah Jane Evans Age: 20 Father's name: Anthony E. Stark Age: 20
I had always thought my father was the abusive jerk James Kenan. My mom and I fought for weeks about the deception. At first she wouldn't tell me anything about who he was or why she lied to me for so long, until she finally told me that he never knew about me. I was hurt and angry but I didn't have the courage to find him and tell him I'm his daughter. I still don't have the courage even after 5 years.
I've looked for Anthony E. Starks that were in Albany, New York in 1990 and surprisingly there was only one. Anthony Edward Stark of Stark Enterprises, the Tony Stark. Iron Man! I've been dogging his head hunters since I was accepted at MIT 7 years ago. There is no way in hell he's my father, it's just not possible, or so I keep telling myself. I'm like an exact replica of him, expect for being a girl and way more pale. We both have black hair and blue eyes and similar facial features and we're both on the short side. I'm also an engineering genius, like him. But the only way to know for sure would be to confront him, which I don't have the guts to do.
I put my birth certificate back in the safe in my closet with a sigh. I have an interview in 20 minutes, I can't think about this right now. I grab my bag and head out the door of my apartment.