The snow started to fall down on the streets of New York city causing pedestrians to walk faster and causing me to slip into the local Starbucks for a warm pumpkin spice latte and perhaps one of their vanilla bean scones, or three or maybe I would just buy out all the scones- they were my favorites after all. I shook my head dusting the snow from my roots as the line slowly moved forward. Apparently the citizens of New York liked this Starbucks more than the one down the block, or near their own upper east side apartment. Christmas music played in the background, oh how I loved Christmas music, even if it was a few days before thanksgiving!

"Next!" I looked up at the lady behind the counter and made my way up towards her. She gave me a warm smile and looked at me "How may I help you?"

I looked at the menu for a second before looking back at her "I'd like a Venti Pumpkin Spice latte, four squirts of pumpkin spice and…" I looked over at the pastries and frowned, no vanilla bean scones "A pumpkin scone." I paused and looked at her "Wait, do you have vanilla bean?"

The lady shook her locks and frowned "Sorry, we just ran out of them, quite literally."

I laughed slightly "The woman before me huh?" the lady shook her head and started placing the pumpkin scone back in the container "I'm sorry, I'll just take that pumpkin scone anyway. It's pumpkin, how could I not like it?"

She nodded and smiled although she had seemed slightly annoyed "Alright, what's your name?"

I thought for a minute and chewed on my bottom lip. I had always wanted to give a fake name out at starbucks, this would be the perfect time to do so, wouldn't it? I smiled and searched through my purse "Hermione Granger."

The lady looked perplexed "How do you spell that?"

I sighed and shook my head "I'm just kidding, my name is Emma."

The lady smiled brightly and scribbled my name onto the white cup with the two tailed mermaid on the front "Okay, your total comes to, seven dollars and eighteen cents."

I swipped the credit card "I hit cancel for credit, correct?" I glanced up at the lady who nodded silently. I exhaled deeply and followed the instructions on the pin pad. The lady who was so welcoming to me just two minutes before, seemed to grow impatient with me after the fact I had asked about the vanilla bean scones. After she handed me the receipt I gave her a smile and stepped off to the side to join the other people who were waiting impatiently for their pumpkin spices or straight blacks.

"Emma!" the barista boy from behind the counter yelled before he placed my cup on the ledge. I quickly scooped it up before the cup had a chance of thinking about falling to the floor, if cups could think that is. I smiled at the other people who were waiting around the counter and sipped at the opening in the cup. White foam cascaded in my mouth and I cringed, I hated whipped cream! I should have asked for my drink without it. I sighed slightly and placed my drink on an empty table and grabbed a spoon from the counter I was just at.

"Pardon me," I pushed my way through the crowd and grabbed a plastic wrapped plastic spoon. I made my way back to the table and popped off the lid of the cup. A few minutes and a lid full of orange colored whipped cream later I was ready to leave the coffee place and get back home. I asked politely for a new lid and once I received it, I was on my way.

Although the snow seemed to stop, the wind seemed to pick up as I walked outside, blowing my dark hair in different directions. I pulled my scarf tighter around my neck and my coat tighter around my body, although I was sure my pea coat wouldn't keep me very warm. When I got home I made a mental note to retire the coat I was wearing now and break out the heavy duty winter coat that my father got me last Christmas.

"Ma'am!" I blinked and looked around in front of me for a second before I ignored the voice, I was in New York City, there could be anyone talking to any number of ladies on the street. Besides, I was twenty-two, today as a matter of fact, still too young to be called a ma'am. "Ma'am!" the voice came again causing me to pick up pace, except a few steps later a large hand wrapped around my shoulder.

I turned around to meet the stranger "Trying to rob me would be worthless! I know three kinds of karate and…"

The man laughed and shook his head "I'm not trying to rob you ma'am." He held up a brown sack with light green decorations on the front and the tale tell double tailed mermaid on the front "just wanted to give you back your scone, you forgot it."

I staired at the man in front of me; his hair was blond and neatly combed over, his eyes were a brilliant blue and he had a strong jaw which was decorated by the most perfect pair of lips that held the most perfect smile. He was wearing a pair of Khaki pants, a blue and white tiny plaid shirt and a brown leather jacket that matched his shoes and his belt. That was it, he was gay "Well, thank you, thank you very much." I grabbed the bag from his extended hand and smiled "I've been wanting a scone for so long, I can't believe I forgot it."

He laughed "common mistake ma'am."

I smiled and placed the sack into my purse like I should have done in the first place "Well, thank you." I gave the man a wave before I turned around and walked down the street. I glanced over my shoulder to see if the man was still standing there, but he wasn't and all I could think about was how he looked oddly familiar.

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"I'm home!" I called throughout the empty living room, slinging my bag on the couch next to me. I slipped a thin hand through the zipper and produced the brown crinkly bag and made my way to the breakfast bar "Dad?" I looked around quickly before I sat down and shook my head – he was obviously in his office. I slipped a bit of the pumpkin scone in my mouth and almost died at how wonderful it tasted and when it was paired with the pumpkin spice latte, it was heaven in my mouth. "JARVIS?" I questioned, how odd it was not to have JARVIS welcome me when I entered. I knitted my eyebrows and stood up from the stool "JARVIS, turn on the fireplace." I made my way to the fire place and waited for it to turn on. I was in the right place wasn't I? I pursed my lips and made my way throughout the top two floors of Stark tower, looking for the man behind it all. Perhaps he was working on giving JARVIS a upgrade, or perhaps fixing JARVIS all together. I crossed my arms "JARVIS I'm laying on the floor bleeding to death, please get my father up here." Silence. I waited a few more seconds to hear the foot steps of my father but still there was silence. Of course there was.

I searched around the room for any signs of life that I may have missed. Obviously JARVIS wasn't turned on and I settled for the fact that my father was giving him an upgrade, it was the only logical explanation that I had and if we were being robbed no one in their own mind would be able to turn him off and he would have New York's finest here in a second. The police weren't here and that was always a good sign. I shrugged the coat off my shoulders and uncoiled the scarf from around my neck and decided to make my way down to my father's office.

The elevator dinged as it reached the floor I desired. Normally I wouldn't had to have pushed a button but with JARVIS being down, I had to do something I hated the most. Buttons were always germy and it was something I wasn't too fond of. "Dad?" I yelled from the elevator before I walked out of it's comforting insides. I looked over to my right straight through the walls made of windows – the workshop was empty. I turned my head ever so slightly to the left and smirked as I noticed a light underneath the door. As I got closer it was accompanied by a voice, make that two voices. "Dad?" I knocked on the door and opened it.

"SURPRISE!" The tall blond jumped, throwing her hands up in the air. My father stood beside her and threw confetti up into the air, a little late on the draw.

I laughed slightly "It was Pepper's idea." He made his eyes wide and nodded in her direction before he made a few circles on the other side of his head indicating that she was a bit insane. He then threw me a cocky lopsided smile and pulled me into a hug "Happy birthday, loser."

I laughed and hugged him back "Thank you, loser." I pulled away from the hug and hugged the blond "Thank you Pep!" she pulled away and held me at arms length "Although you know I hate surprises."

She laughed "And being handed things." She tucked a piece of hair behind my ear "You're so like your father"

"That's pretty unfortunate if you ask me." My father shrugged and took a drink from his glass, he put the glass down on the wood and pepper automatically picked it up and put it down on a coaster. He pushed himself away from the desk and wrapped a arm around me "That you don't like being handed stuff that is, because I believe I have to hand you your birthday present." He shrugged and led me out of the office.

I gasped and jumped slightly clasping my hands together "is it my own Mark 1 suit!? I've been flying since I was five!" I gasped again and looked at him "Is it my very own arc reactor!? I've always wanted one!" I tapped at the blue light on his chest.

He rolled his eyes and looked at me "Couldn't you want whatever girls your age want? Like, what, corvettes and puppies?"

I laughed and looked at him shaking my head "No, I want a suit. Or even better boots and gloves, flying or not I still need them." I laughed and entered the elevator. My father paused for a second before I made the attempt to push the button "Why is JARVIS turned off?"

He looked down at me "isn't it obvious?" I looked up at him, obviously dumb founded "Emma, for someone with a genius for a father you sure did get the short end of the stick." I stuck my tounge out at him, I was just as much of a genius as my father was. "He's being updated, besides, I had to shut him up or he'd ruin the surprise."

I looked at him "The surprise of a surprise party or the surprise of my Mark suit?"

He laughed "No. You're not getting a suit, no matter how old you are."

I frowned "well then what's the gift?"

He slipped out of the elevator, his arm still wrapped protectivetly around my shoulders "Well, since your birthday came up on such short notice this year."

"it's on the same day of every month, every year dad." I laughed.

He cocked his head "it is? Never would have guessed. But!" he led me over to the breakfast bar and sat me down in front of my now cold pumpkin spice and my half eaten pumpkin scone. He wiggled his eyebrows for a second before he disappeared. I listened to the elevator ding and glanced around to see Pepper emerge from its silvery doors. I smiled as she made her way towards me

"I know you didn't want anything for your birthday, but…" she set the box down on the counter and slid it towards me.

I looked at the box before I picked it up off the counter. I slipped the ribbon off the top and tore away the paper to see a blue and white stripped box "A pair of toms?" I laughed slightly as I watched Pepper's eyes dance with enthuasiam "I've always wanted a pair?" I questioned.

"Oh, just open the box already." She laughed and I opened the box. Inside, surrounded by tissue paper was a picture in a glass frame. I stared down at the picture which had been taken back in 1994, on my fourth birthday. My father and I were off center, my tiny self on his shoulders with my dark hair in tiny pigtails. My father looked the same; his hair was styled the same and his beard was cut and trimmed the same only he had on a pair of his famous sunglasses. He was standing on the beach with his hands wrapped around my tiny shins, and a smirk playing on his face. It was one of my favorite birthdays because I got to meet mickey mouse hours before this picture was taken.

"Pep…" I looked up at her and wrapped my arms around her equally tiny frame "I thought this picture had been lost forever!"

Pepper pulled away from me and smiled "Well, I found it on your father's computer. I figured you'd like a copy."

I smiled "I love it, thanks!"

"How awkward would it have been if we got the same present?" My father rolled his eyes and tossed me a set of keys "just so you know, we didn't."

I looked at the keys and picked them up "What's this?"

He rolled his eyes "Well, it's not keys to a suit, they don't need keys. What other thing that moves need keys?"

I looked at him "A car?"

"Bingo."

I smiled and wrapped my arms around him "oh, thank you!" I looked at him and grinned slightly "I don't drive though; You know that." I cocked my head to the side.

He rolled his eyes and pulled the keys away "fine, follow me." I giggled like a five year old and jumped up off the stool and followed him back into the elevator "JARVIS?"

"Yes, Sir?"

"Lab."

I looked up at my father "well, it's great that you have JARVIS back up and running. Welcome back JARVIS!"

"Thank you Miss. Stark."

I smiled and rushed out of the elevator and to the door of my fathers lab. "So, my own suit!?"

He shook his head "Stay."

I rolled my eyes "I'm not a dog."

He looked back at me and gave me a cocky smile. "Just do as your told, for once?"

I looked at him and crossed my arms "I could say the same for you!" I laughed.

He grabbed something off the table and moved his way toward me, the object covered by a dark cloth "You said you always wanted one of these, although I'm unsure why…" he shrugged and lifted the dark cloth.

I frowned "it's a toy."

My fathers cocky smile grew "of course it is."

I laughed and hugged him "it's great, it's really great." I pulled the toy off the paper backing and placed it on my chest, pushing it so it would glow blue

"Like father like daughter." My father winked.

Authors note: I'm pretending that Tony Stark was building and designing the Iron Man suit waaaay before IronMan happened. I hope that I captured his sarcastic side enough ;) I hope that this chapter was okay and that I didn't disappoint in the tony department! Also, anyone know who mr. gorgeous was? Guesses?!