Author's Note: This is set in the timeline of the first Iron Man movie, although I have diverted from the plot of said movie. All characters, excluding Original Characters, are the property of Marvel. Enjoy!
The day you're born is supposed to be a happy day. Full of wonder and excitement for the parents.
They say my father wasn't too pleased the day I was born. That he'd expected a son instead of a daughter. That he'd wanted a heir that would take his place as second-in-command at Stark Industries should anything happen to him.
I guess I'll never know what he wanted or expected of my mother. They're both dead and gone now. (Real anti-climatic, I know.)
They also say I was born on a warm November morning in 1987. My mother died shortly after I was born, leaving my father to take care of his infant daughter.
At that time, he was the short term CEO for Stark Industries, which was one of the biggest weapons manufacturers of that time. Tony, who was yet to turn twenty-one at the time, was off doing something else. What that something else was, no one would tell me, and I'm, quite frankly, too worried about other things to worry about what Tony Stark was doing in 1987.
My name is Sophie Marie Stane.
This is my story. This is my side of everything that happened the year my father, Obadiah Stane, died. I'm turning 31 this year. I'm surprised I survived past the age of 21. This is my version of what happened in 2008.