I'm sorry about the spelling mistakes on the last chapter with bruise. This is just a story on the side and I am basing it off of the movies. NOT the comics or anything.
Hope ya like it.
-Jordan
Chapter 4: The end of curiosity
Tony Stark was in the lab with his father when he got the call. They were studying anatomic protons again for a new project his father was working on.
"Hello?" He asked the television that also could be used as a telephone. Their lab was huge, and they owned an island. His father was an inventor and they made bombs and weapons for the U.S. armies, navies, and etcetera.
"May I speak to Tony Stark, please?" The old voice asked. His father looked at him curiously and tuned back to the speaker, waiting for the conversation.
"This is he; might I ask who is calling?" He asked professionally. His father smiled, realizing how mature he was for only a fourteen-year old boy.
"You will find out in time. There is a source of electricity and radioactivity down by the southern Louisiana coast, we need you to go and check it out. It will turn into something big, and we need to stop it before it might get out of control. Your plane ticket is in your mailbox, come quickly. Help is needed." The old voice said and hung up. Tony looked at his father questionably.
"How can I help? Why would they ask me?" Tony asked.
"They know about you being Iron Man." He said plainly.
"How?" Tony asked impatiently. He needed to know everything and that was just the kind of guy he was.
"Who knows, it wouldn't be that hard for the F.B.I or any other agency. He sounded professional and I suggest you go pack, son, and your flight will most likely leave tomorrow morning." His father turned back to the drawing board.
"How do you know?" Tony asked.
"The urgency in his voice gives it away. I thought you knew about that sort of thing, stalker." His father joked.
"I investigate, not stalk." Tony admitted smiling and went upstairs to his bedroom.
The island sun shone through the glass windows on the stairs. He had black hair and pale skin, he was rugged and muscular from working so much on cars and other mechanical things his father brought home. He graduated college when he was nine, he knew the entire periodic table by memory, and he had a photographic memory. There was nothing he thought he couldn't do. He spent some time in an Iraq for the war and got captured. He escaped a month later by making the Iron Suit. Now he was Iron Man and had perfected the suit and its many gadgets. His father was always at his side helping with everything, and they both knew that he was a genius. He was homeschooled now since he finished everything early, and he didn't mind either. He learned more from his father and professor then he could learn from any school. He fought whenever he was needed and his father applauded that about him. Tony knew that there was nothing he couldn't handle, and he was aching to get over to Louisiana and solve this new crime. A mission that would be as easy as pieā¦or so he thought.
He packed quickly and went downstairs to the kitchen. His father had a dinner party so he was home alone that night. He'd say goodbye in the morning and be on his way. Though he knew his father would put some kind of sensor on him and keep track of him even though Tony was going to be fine. That was the kind of person his father was, and Tony didn't mind. Without his father, Tony wouldn't be such a success. He ate watching football and went to his room. His glass room with flat screens and sleek edges, everything high-tech and modern. He loved it and get into bed.
"Goodnight Tony." His father's assistant told him and shut the door.
"It'll be a good morning too." He told himself and went to bed quickly, apprehensive for tomorrow.
