"Sir, Miss Biela's DNA test is complete," Jarvis announced. "So, who's her dad?" Tony asked, looking up from the suit for the first time in hours. Tony had been tinkering with it a bit. "You are, sir." Tony's eyes widened. "What?" "There is a ninety-nine percent chance that you are her father," Jarvis said. "To make sure of this, I cross-examined your exploits from around the time of Miss Stark's conception, and chemist Ella Evans was indeed on that list."
"I have a daughter," Tony whispered. "And I get her without the annoying adoption forms I thought I had to fill out. Wow." "Should I wake Miss Stark?" Jarvis asked. "Nah, let her sleep. She's got jet lag. I'll tell her in the morning."
Finally feeling the need to stretch his legs, Tony went upstairs, and was in the living room when the phone rang. He finally found it under the couch pillow, and realized it was Pepper. He hit talk, and heard her ask, "Tony?" right before a high-pitched whine filled his ears and he couldn't move. "Tony, are you there?" Pepper asked.
"Breathe," Obadiah's voice said as he leaned him back onto the couch. "Easy, easy." The man held a small device in Tony's eyesight. "You remember this one, right? It's a shame the government didn't approve of this. There are so many applications for causing short-term paralysis." Obadiah walked around so Tony could see him and gripped his chin, turning his face towards him.
"Ah, Tony," the man said, taking his earplugs out. "When I ordered that hit on you, I worried that I was killing the golden goose." Obadiah put a metal device to Tony's chest, atop the arc reactor. "It was fate that you survived," Obadiah said, "You just had one last golden egg to give," he said, pulling the arc reactor out. He grinned evilly in the light of the reactor.
"Did you really think, that just because you have an idea, it belongs to you?" Obadiah asked patronizingly. "Your father, he helped give us the atomic bomb," Obadiah said. "What kind of world would it be today if he was as selfish as you?" He yanked the arc reactor out completely and examined it. "Oh, it's beautiful," he murmured. "Ah, Tony," he said. "This is your Ninth Symphony. Oh, what a masterpiece, look at that. Is this your legacy? A new generation of weapons with this at its heart? Weapons that will help steer the world back on course? Weapons that will put the balance of power in our hands. The right hands." Obadiah began to laugh.
"I wish you could see my prototype. It's not as, ah, not as conservative as yours. Too bad you had to involve Pepper in this. I would have preferred that she lived." As Obadiah got up, another voice broke in.
"What have you done to Tony?" Biela demanded fiercely, standing at the door to the room. Obadiah turned to face her. "You!" she yelled. Obadiah grinned evilly. "If it isn't the little slut. Raza mentioned you'd escaped as well, but I never expected Tony to bring home a houseguest. We had some…fun times together, you and I? Didn't we?"
Biela was trembling now, and inside, Tony was trembling with rage. Obadiah, his friend, had not only betrayed him, he had raped his daughter. Several times, it sounded like. Obadiah stalked over to her, putting in his earplugs and pulling at the paralysis inducer. He flicked it on and moved it next to Biela's ear. She didn't freeze. She tried to run. Obadiah grabbed her and bashed her head into the wall. She fell to the ground, and Tony could see a trickle of blood on the ground. "I don't know how you resisted that, little slut, but there was always something different about you. I'm sure our scientists would be happy to find out."
He grabbed her with his other hand and dragged her out of the house.