Hello! Here is chapter 1 Which as promised is longer than the prologue ;P There is no Sebastian in this chapter but he'll be coming around i the next one. Blaine will also appear a bit more in the next chapter :) I still don't own any of the characters mentioned in this story.

Tony stark is a man with many quirks, he is also told to be a man without a heart. A picture perfect idea for how an arrogant billionaire should behave. Sure Tony isn't so beyond himself that he can't admit to being arrogant from time to time, but everybody have their flaws is Tony's saying. He doesn't really give a damn when the tabloids write whole spreads about things that are so far from the truth it ain't even funny. He doesn't care when people blame him for wars and helping create a society filled with terror and violence. The world had always been a violent place even before Stark industries. Things went on that way for some time. The media saying whatever the wanted about the arrogant playboy whilst Tony had fun spurring them on.

Because why should he care for what others think of him? He's the one who invents the weapons making their country safer. In his own opinion he deserves to live his life how the hell he wants to, why should he have to change his living because he made money on his products.

'It really is ridiculous that I have to act like something I'm not for their sakes'

He would complain to his assistant Pepper Potts when she reminded him to keep appearances up for the public eye. Pepper gave up trying to convince Tony after some time, since he simply wouldn't listen to her reasonings. He felt he had nothing to hide so why was his "image" so damn important? The answer was that it wasn't.

Tony's way of life changed one evening in june with a single knocking on the front door. Pepper and Tony had been in the middle of dinner sitting in the living room with candles lit thanks to the storm that had whipped out all electricities in the house and nearby was part of the reason why the knocking on the door came really unsuspected, since the storm outside was the worst one they had seen in a while. Either way Tony and Pepper made their way to the front door. Guessing that it was Obadiah coming by for an impromptu visit.

When they reached the entrance hall they heard a car starting and the headlights of it shown inside the house. Tony checked through the peephole and saw a white car drive of. Satisfied the whoever has come to visit had left they decided to retrieve back into the living room. That was until they heard someone or something, crying out right on the other side of the door.

Surprisingly Tony is the first one to move. As he almost throws himself at the door, flinging it open. Outside on the porch steps of the house, lies a basket full of blankets and Tony can barely make out a tiny head of black curls in the mass of them. The child lets out another cry and stretch out its tiny arms. Tony Doesn't waste a second as he leans down and collects the basket in his arms. He then rushes back inside ignoring Pepper as she asks him what's wrong.

He somehow ends up in the kitchen, putting the basket on the counter and ever so slowly starts to unravel the blankets surrounding the child. After each layer is removed he begins to realizes how tiny the baby actually is. When he comes down to what he assumes is the last layer he finds a letter. Written on it in a neat handwriting is Tony's name. He unfolds the letter and reads:

Dear Tony

This letter is from Annabelle, though I'm pretty sure you can't recall our time together. Hence don't really know who I am. But it's okay, since I, nor you ever wanted anything more then to spend one night together. Still that was proven hard when I found myself pregnant with your child.

I didn't find out I was pregnant until the 7th week. So at that time you had already left town and I couldn't get a hold of you. Or rather didn't want to, Because I had a feeling that if you knew of the child while he was unborn you would insist on a relationship and that is something neither of us want.

There was also the fear that the people handling your "publicity" would see this as a scandal, as we would never get married. But what I feared most was that they/you would force me to make an abortion. Therefore I just couldn't make contact with you.

So I stayed away. Confident that I could do this, that I could raise our child on my own. But in the end, after he was born and I held him for the first time, I didn't feel anything. No maternal instincts, no love, nothing. That was when I made up my mind to give him back to you, his father. I just hope you can love him the way I never could.

So that little boy in the basket is your son, he's only your son. You see, when I were carrying him I think I did it for you. Out of guilt or something I assume. Cause who knows if you would ever decide to settle down and have kids? Maybe someday in the future, I don't know. But even though I can't feel anything for him and you might not even want him, this child is a blessing.

I know it's wrong of me to just drop him of like this, but he deserves a good life, and that is sadly something that I can't offer him. In the bottom of the basket is all the necessary information. His birth certificate to be more exact. I know that you probably won't believe this when you first read it, I myself had a hard time believing I had gotten pregnant with your son in the first place. But he is your son, and I have a feeling you know that in your heart.

Please don't try and contact me. I have really thought about this and my decision is final. As well you should never lie to him about his birth and me abandoning him, it has nothing to do with him.

I wish both of you a lifetime of happiness.

Love

Annabelle

Tony dropped the letter on the counter and looked down into the basket again. This time knowing that the child in it was his own. Because he held no doubt about that, not after reading Annabelle's letter and actually looking at the child's dark curls. A child he hadn't known of until mere moments ago.

He stood there shell shocked and didn't even notice when Pepper came up next to him, picking up the letter and reading it herself. Pepper's comforting hand on his shoulder was what brought him back to the present, and it was then he notice the lone tears sliding down his cheek.

"It's going to be okay Tony. Alright? We'll work through this and everything will work out."Pepper inhales deeply, trying to make sense of the situation. "You'll see." She comforts and Tony can't help but really hope that the words spoken are true. He allows himself a while to try and comprehend the overwhelming news. Then he looks down at the baby with a smile on his face. Because this was his son, and he would be damned if that kid wasn't going to have it all, which included the father he deserved. Tony knew he could be that father. Be the dad that his own father never was for him. He steals one last look at the now sleeping baby, his sleeping son.

With tentative arms Tony reached out for the petite little baby. He pulled his son out of the basket very carefully, and then let him rest in his arms. He was tiny lying in his father's arms for the first time. Tony had accidentally woken the child up when he lifted it. Therefore as Tony looked down in alarm he was meet with the most brilliant hazel eyes. Squinting and blinking, the baby looked up at his father for the very first time.

"Hey there little guy. Aren't you precious? Yes, you are! Are you tired? I'm sorry I woke you up, it's just this is my first time ever seeing you. Also those blankets were pretty cold and I'm warm so now you don't need to freeze anymore. No, you'll never need to freeze anymore. Do you want to know why? Well it's really simple actually, you see I'm your papa and I'll always protect you, no matter what." Tony babbles in a breathless whisper instantly feeling love for the infant in his arms. He continues to talk to his son as he turns to the living room, Pepper already on the phone ordering the necessities for the baby.

I wakes from my pleasant dream to a stiff plastic chair and an aching back. A hand shaking my shoulder brings me out of my sleepy haze and I'm back in the horrible present. It was taunting really, to dream of the first day I meet my son, the day I may lose him forever. Trying to get a grip of myself I look around and see that the waiting room of the hospital is empty, except for the once who's here with me of course, waiting for Blaine. As I turn to see who woke me up I'm meet with the god of thunder's chest.

"Brother Tony I am very regretful for your younglings illness. How is brother Blaine? I was told he feel from a balcony." Thor mumbles into my hair as he holds his arms around me, squeezings a bit to tight. I'm tempted to make a comment about social boundaries but now I don't feel like joking around.

Thor is the last one of the Avengers to arrive at the hospital, and I feel grateful for their presence. Seeing as when I got here alone it was almost unbearable. Not knowing what was going on because those freaking doctors refused to tell me anything. I didn't even know if Blaine was alive or slowly dying on the operation table. It scared me to death. Then Pepper arrived along with Happy. Pepper had run up to where I sat still in my Iron man suit. She didn't ask how he was, if I knew anything or lied to me and said it would all be okay. She just held me as I finally allowed myself to break down.

"He didn't fall Thor, he jumped and we only know that Blaine made it out of his surgery alright, but he's still unconscious." I mutter resigned, feeling hollow and numb thinking back to my son's unnaturally twisted limbs as he lay unmoving on the cold ground. Thor's confusion is obvious as he huffs and let go of me. His face resembles the one of a child's discomfort and stubbornness at figuring out something outside their understanding. At least he's trying to understand, I think to myself.

"I do not understand. Why would he jump? Was there someone chasing him. Did he not know that he might have died from that fall?" The question I've been asking myself for the past five hours is the once Thor now asks me. I feel even more helpless when he asks me compared to when I was only asking them to myself. Because I don't even know how to begin answering those questions.

I begin to gather my breath to tell him that my blaine had tried to commit suicide but I can't find the strength to speak before loud sobs erupts from deep within my chest, and the tears start flowing anew. In a flash Pepper is back, holding onto me as I continue to cry. I hear Bruce approaching Thor and leading him away whilst trying to explain what happened in the most sensitive way he can.

After some time everyone falls silent. The only sounds heard are sniffles and sobs as each and everyone try to grasp what has happened, not that anyone successes. We stay like that until a doctor in a white robe rushes out from the doors leading to the "only authorized individuals allowed" area. She stops right in front of us and says in a breathless voice:

"Mr. Stark! Your son has regained consciousness, and you are allowed to see him now."

So that's it for now.

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