Rebel of the Ball Chapter 1, an ironman fanfic

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Ironman even though I longed wished it would be mine. All credits belong to Marvel Comicsand Stan Leefor creating this super-awesome hero.

REBEL OF THE BALL

CHAPTER ONE

Ding-dong.

"Pepper?" Tony Stark called out through a muffled voice.

Deafening silence answered his shouting. There were no tiny clicks of his secretary's heels, let alone any sound of someone living. Even from Tony's blurry vision through a sleep-induced haze, he could see that it was already dark. Nighttime. Who could that be?

Realizing this, he slumped back into his pillows and decided to go back to sleep. Ignore the damn visitor.

Ding-dong.

He groaned and covered his head, trying to block out the irritating sound. "Go away. Go away. Go away." He muttered absentmindedly.

"Sir, a guest is waiting out the front door." Jarvis, his personal computer, interrupted Tony's quiet peace. "Will you let her in?"

"A her? Nah." He mumbled and closed his eyes. There was no time for any conversation. Tony was tired.

But at the back of his mind, Tony, being the womanizer he was, grinned mentally. Even during the middle of the night, women certainly knew who to go to at a time like this. His charm was just too uncontrollable.

Ding-dong.

"Sir...?" Jarvis repeated.

He frowned, lids still shut. "I said no Jarvis."

Maybe the guest was tired of ringing his doorbell. Maybe she already went away. Or maybe she got the point he doesn't want too see her today. But whatever the reason, the ringing stopped.

Smiling in victory, Tony let out a satisfied sigh.

Silence once again enveloped his surroundings. He was grateful for the time. After all that partying, the drinking and the gambling, it used up all of his energy. He was even too drained to bring a hot chick home.

But then —

DING-DONG!

"Son of a —" Tony starts to cuss but then stopped himself as he soon saw that his clock had read two o'clock in the morning.

"Jarvis," he snapped, running a hand through his hair in irritation. "Who is that?"

"Should I do a scan Sir?"

Tony scowled and kicked his blanket off. "Do a scan? Of course you'll do a scan! You know what? You should've done that minutes ago."

He got up, cursing again for some reason. Tony, still tipsy from drinking from the party earlier, walked rather wobbly towards the kitchen to get a glass of water. The ringing stopped. He began to guess who the annoying person is as he poured himself a glass of clear liquid. It may be Pepper but she could just open the door right? Rhodes — well, anyone part of the army needs sleep and he can just call anyway. Obadiah? Never. That man spends more time in bed than him. Reporters? Just plain visitors? Stalkers?

"Virtual scan complete. The guest seemed to be of no record Sir."

"No...record? IDs? Certificates? Photos? Social security — none?"

"Apparently, none." Jarvis confirmed, sounding certain. "I have searched through different databases and files from the government, private docu—"

"Allright, allright. I get it." Tony cut off, waving his hand in dismissal. "I get it okay?" He inhaled sharply, bracing himself. "Is she armed?"

"No Sire. It appears she isn't."

A relief suddenly washed out within him. Good thing his life isn't in danger. What would the world do without Tony Stark? "Great. Ignore her then."

Tony was proud of what he had said. And he meant it. This 'visitor' they're talking about is quite suspicious anyway. For one whole moment, he stood there, on his large kitchen, apparently looking very pleased with himself.

But Jarvis has to go and ruin the moment.

"I suggest you open the door Mr. Stark. The guest is becoming quite..aggressive."

He settled his glass against the counter and strode towards the front door but stopped. Tony soon realized what he was about to do — open the door and let some fly come in and just ruin his peace. He was getting crazy!

He groaned and face-palmed himself. "This is unbelievable. I'm following my computer's instructions and I'm opening the door for someone who's responsible for keeping me awake all night!" Tony let out a forced laugh, thinking of the irony and almost sounding like the Mad Hatter. "Jarvis, remind me not to drink those cheap red cocktails they sell at the bar. It has some quite side effects."

"I'll keep you posted." Jarvis replied smartly.

Tony grunted and swung the door open, a scowl written on his face.

He was expecting someone in a more businesslike appearance since almost everyone who dares to have appointments with him do try to dress up as best as they can (except those girls who's obviously another side of the story). To the billionaire's apparent shock, a young girl stood by the door, arms crossed and looking almost as grumpy as him.

"For goodness' sake!" Tony hissed. "I don't need some Girl Scout knocking on my door to sell me cookies. Go away."

And very much like him, he shut the door right in front of her face.

Or at least he tried to. Much to Tony's annoyance, the girl actually settled her foot against the wooden frame.

He shook his head and said darkly. "Oh girl you better not do that."

"Did you really think I'm a Girl Scout?" she replied haughtily, eyes burning in irritation. "Well certainly — I'm not. Firstly, I don't have an ID. And secondly, I have no intention of selling you cookies! You're definitely a bad customer from first sight." She scoffed. "Ugh, do I really look that young to you? Honestly, I am a girl of age — if you're blind enough not to see that."

"How did you get in here? Where are you from? Forget it — goodbye."

He was about to shut the door again when the girl pushed her weight on the wood to keep it from closing.

Tony opened his mouth to say something but shut it again. He was very certain a nerve on his head just popped in annoyance.

"Did you just —?" He gave out a vague gesture towards her foot on the door and to whatever she was saying. "Did you just — well whatever kid. Just give me one good reason why you're waking me up in the middle of the night. See, the thing is — it's 2 AM for God's sake! You know we all need sleep right? So why don't you go home to your Mama and go to bed like a good girl?"

"I don't have a Mama." She replied, crossing her arms.

Tony grunted, his usual scowl back on his face. "Then how the hell did you get here?"

"I snuck in."

"Go away kid — I mean it. Or else I'll be calling security."

He tried to look intimidating — well who wouldn't to someone who just woke you up to annoy you?

She frowned. "You have guards? I thought you live alone."

"I didn't mean gua — is this some late night talk show? Forget it. I'm done with 'ya."

"Wait!"

"Dammit!" He said through gritted teeth. "What now?"

She looked at him, face full of uncertainty. But then, as if she got over that unsure feeling, the girl tossed her hair.

"All right. This may seem good enough..." She muttered to herself and then back to him. "How about this — 'Hello Mr. Tony Stark, good evening. My name is Urania Wainwright, your daughter. Guess what? You're my dad! Congratulations!' — how does that sound?"