Hello! As I have recently remembered, one of my favorite movies/books is "I Am Number 4." How cool of a book was that, I mean seriously. So, coming soon is an I Am Number Four/Doctor Who crossover. But, since I still need to brainstorm and get it down in Word here is a way cool idea I got from a friend. I'm basing Tony Stark's age on Robert Downey Jr.'s age because I couldn't find the character's age.
Tony Stark's POV – Late At Night – October 31st, 1981
I got up, hearing a knock on my door. It was late, really late according to my watch, and I opened the door, letting in a cold gust of wind. A baby boy with jet black hair lay on my door step. I shivered as I picked up the poor thing and read the note on his blanket. He was homeless, an orphan, and his aunt wouldn't take him. I loved the boy as soon as I looked at him. He wasn't average, but I didn't care. He was mine, but as I went back into the house I heard an odd noise from outside, but shrugged it off, and took him to where he could be warm and happy.
Years Later
As Harry grew older I feared I would have to tell him I was not his real father. After my experience in the desert Pepper suggested that I told him, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. That was a week ago, and I still wondered whether or not I should. He was going to be eleven next year. It would be hard, but I had to tell him he wasn't mine.
As I got up to leave my room, I heard the strangest noise. The same noise I heard the night I found Harry. I looked behind me as the sound got louder and a blue police phone box appeared behind me. I looked at it curiously, as if I expected it to do something, but stepping back slightly worried something could happen.
I jumped back as the doors swung open and a man and woman ran out. The woman has blond hair and brown eyes, with a slightly rounded face and a serious expression. The man, who now stood nearly face to face with me, has ruffled brown hair that stuck up in the front and deep brown eyes, but he was smiling. He was tall, much taller than me. The man had on a brown suit with a blue button up and a brown tie with blue patters, while the woman had jeans and a black, unzipped coat with a Union Jack on her T-Shirt.
"Hello!" said the man cheerfully as he scanned me with the silver rod he now held in his hand. "I'm the Doctor, that's Rose, and you must be Tony Stark! I've been dying to meet you. I'm the man that left Harry on your doorstep and I don't have much time, but before we go, I have one word of advice," He paused, backing up as his face grew more serious and his tone darker.
"What is it?" I asked carefully.
He replied cautiously, "You have a choice to tell your son who he really is. You can choose not to tell him, and he will find out on his eleventh birthday, or, you can tell him. I don't know the effect of either, but I can tell you that one will be better to do than the other. One will save him a lot of grief later."
With those words the man left and the woman beside him ran after him as the box disappeared.
That night I had to try to decide whether or not I thought that was real, or my conscious trying to decide if I should tell him. Either way I'd made my choice. Pepper and the strange man both seemed to want me to do something, and I had the feeling I should tell him, so I got up and walked to his room, carefully knocking on his door.