Whoa.

When Mom said Stark Tower was huge, she wasn't kidding.

The only person who could possibly want a TV so big had to be (really) rich, conceited, and completely free from security issues before he got the thing.

Well, from what I've heard of Tony Stark…pretty accurate description.

He must not be planning on having any kids soon, I think as I notice Mom running around grabbing beer bottles as she freaks out.

"Is this a bad time?" I ask her.

She spins around, completely shocked to see me.

How she did on her 6-inch heels, the world may never know.

"Katy Kat, you were supposed to come at 4," she says, still hugging me.

"Mom, it is 4," I say, struggling to get some air in my lungs.

She opens her mouth to respond when a wolf whistle comes from behind me.

"Hello, sweetheart," says Tony Stark, cocky smirk firmly in place.

Mom starts squeezing me harder, but she doesn't say a word.

"Hey, Pep, why didn't you tell me your sister was so…hot?" he questions, with that stupid smirk refusing to show any signs of disappearing.

I can sense Mom's face going red as she opens her mouth.

I spin around quickly and say so Stark can't hear, "I got this one, Mom. Trust me."

We both smirk evilly this time.

I compose myself and walk over to him.

"No offense Mr. Stark, but you're a little old for me," I state.

I swear to God, that smirk is going to be slapped of his face soon.

"I'm only 37; it's not that much of an age difference. You're old enough to be legal," he says, leaning closer to me.

"Want a drink?" he asks, gesturing to his enormous bar.

He walks off as I tell his back," Maybe when it's legal for me to drink, in about 6 years."

He freezes, before spinning around, his face paling.

"You're 15?!" he asks.

"Yup. Bye, Mom," I say as I walk towards the elevator.

"Mom?!" I hear behind me.

"Oh, Tony," my mom sighs, "I've mentioned Katy Kat before."

"I thought you meant you had a sister." he exclaims.

I smirk at the last thing he says when the elevator doors close.

"Wait, did I just hit on a 15-year-old?!"