A/N I own nothing
Penelope's POV
Life.
That word holds so much to it but can mean so little to people. My life has been a path of a lot of nothing. That was if you never counted my restless nights and
staring off into space with my mind always trying to comprehend the impulsiveness of adults. You see I have never been anyone to take a risk. Everyone would
tell my mother 'what a good little girl you have' or 'she is so well behaved' , my philosophy of life was that if you never take a risk then you have no possibility of
being wrong or of something bad happening. This is why I would always try to understand why adults were so darn reckless. Why would they never think through
every kind of consequence of their actions? But then again I guess I am kind of grateful since that is the reason for my existence. My mom died a year ago and I
never found out who my dad was. It was the one thing I didn't know. The reason everyone always asked me a question was because I always had an answer so
the fact of me not knowing something troubled me deeply. The only thing I did know was I was conceived on a wild night in Monte Carlo while my mom was on a
European trip with her best friend, my aunt Linda, who I was now living with until I went to college on scholarship in 6 months. There was one problem though; I
couldn't endure the thought that I left one chapter of my life behind with an unanswered question. It wasn't like I had a terrible childhood, sure my mom was a bit
of a drama queen and all that but she was a great mom. But I had never been able to get a name out of her, I had come pretty close once but she stopped and
said you would never believe me. So here I was staying at my aunt's house trying to choke information out of her (figuratively speaking of course)And I could tell she was getting frustrated with me
"I just don't understand why you want to know so badly!"
It was like she didn't even know me.
"Because auntie, it's the one thing I don't know or I can't find out by reading a book. And you were the only one with her."
She looked exasperated when she answered.
"Look the guy she was with that night…..I don't even know if you could get within 50 feet of that guy without waiting in line for an autograph."
I felt triumphant because now we were getting somewhere. "What do you mean an autograph? Is he some actor or celebrity?"
Her eyes softened and she looked a bit humored "Oh Penn, you didn't get your brain from your mom that's for sure."
I knew she was right, not that my mom was dumb or anything but it wasn't like I needed to be in high school still but I liked school and I was at the top of my class…..not that it was hard or anything. I don't like to talk about myself or boast but I guess you could say I was a bit of a science prodigy.
"so is my dad like Stephen Hawking or something" she could tell my tone was comical but then her mouth went to a hard line and her eyes got colder.
"No Penelope, your dad is…..oh god your mother is rolling over in her grave….your dad is Tony Stark."
WHAT?
A/N; i just want to say this is my first story and I promise the chapters will get longer. I will take your reviews and go by that with however you want the story to go. except angst, I dont do that.