I was walking out of a press conference, paparazzi everywhere. But being a multi-billionaire, you eventually get used to it. The press conference wasn't on an exactly joyful subject: what I thought about the other members of the Avengers and my opinion on "busting bad guys." I limited myself on what I said about my "co-workers" due to the reactions I might get. As I shoved my way out of the crowd, people tried to get my attention and ask me questions.

"Please no questions!" I had yelled before I started moving towards the door—waste of air.

"Mr. Stark! Tony! Tony!" Reporters yelled at me from all sides. Then

"Mr. Stark! You have no children, what do you plan to do with Stark Industries? Are you going to give it to a distant family member or hand it off to a good friend of yours?" A reporter asked me, I didn't respond, but it hit me hard. I finally reached my car and plopped down on the seat, deep in thought.

That reporter had a point, what would I do when I got old and gray? Give it to a loyal costumer? No. Give it to some far off distant cousin? Not likely. I don't have a kid and don't plan to have a toddler running around the house… The next best thing would have to be adoption.