Chapter One

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Author's note at the end!

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His parents were dead. 21 year old Tony Stark's parents had died in a car accident. The title as CEO of Stark Industries was passed down to him; not like that meant anything to Tony though. He didn't take care of the company, leaving all the work to family friend Obadiah Stane. He also had a newfound disrespect for women out of angst, having one night stands more than often. The MIT graduate was now a genious, billionare, and playboy.

His parents had died one year ago, today. Tony sat on the floor in his workshop, leaning against the unfinished car he and his father had been working on together most of his life. He took a sip of alcohol straight out of the bottle, thinking of all the equations and steps that could finish the car. Tony had thought about this more than once, but could never bring himself to take action. Building the car was something he only did with his dad, and his dad was dead. Had been dead for a year already. The workshop was dead silent, just the sound of liquid moving could be heard as Tony took sips of alcohol. When the bottle was finally empty, Tony threw it, letting it smash off the table five feet in front of him. He watched the shards of glass fall to the ground, and stared at them sitting scattered on the concrete floor for a moment, then sighed.

"Jarvis" he called out quietly.

"Yes sir?" replied the AI.

"Time."

"The time is 2:53am." Tony closed his eyes. The day had only started less than 3 hours ago, and he was miserable. It was going to be a long day. He rubbed a hand over his face, as he was tired from not sleeping for 24 hours. He grabbed another bottle of alcohol that he had set on the floor by the car, popped it open, and chugged. Two more bottles later and he layed passed out on the cold concrete floor.

Hours later, Tony was startled awake by Jarvis.

"Sir, you have an incoming call."

"Ignore it" mumbled Tony, closing his eyes again. Why would someone even try to call him on this day? Let alone this early in the morning. Not even a minute later Tony was again unconcious.

It was now later in the day, around 1:30 in the afternoon, and Tony was finally up and moving around. He stood by the toaster in the small kitchen he had in the workshop, drinking a glass of water. He had taken advil for his killer hangover, which he decided to do only after puking muliple times into the nearest trashcan. The toaster popped and Tony cringed, even the slightest noise making his head feel like it was about to explode. He hopped up onto the counter sitting with his legs criss cross, and set the plate of toast in his lap. Staring into space, his thoughts blank, he slowly ate his toast and drank his water. When he finished his toast, he pushed the plate off his lap and onto the counter. He slid off the counter and stood, looking around the room. A blinking red light on the computer on his desk caught his attention. After walking over and taking a seat infront of the desk, he realized the red light indicated that he had one new voicemail. He touched the red blinking cirlce on the screen, and a woman's voice played out the speaker. He turned down the volume a bit, then listened.

"Mr. Stark, this is Doctor Burke from the UCLA Medical Center. You were the first listed on the emergency contact list for Miss Jessica Lambert. If you could call this number back as soon as possible, that would be greatly appreciated. Its urgent." The voicemail ended, and left Tony confused. Why would a doctor from Los Angeles be calling him? And who the hell was Jessica Lambert?

"Jarvis. Call that number back" said Tony.

"As you wish, sir" the AI replied, and then the phone could be heard ringing. After a couple rings, the phone was answered.

"UCLA Medical Center, this is Samantha speaking, how may I help you?"

"Could I" started Tony, his voice scratchy. He cleared his throat, and started again. "Could I speak to Doctor Burke?"

"May I ask who's calling?"

"Tony Stark."

"Oh!" said Samantha, realizing she was talking to the man on the cover of her magazine she had recently bought. "Of course, Mr. Stark, I'll patch you through to her." When Tony didn't reply, she switched the line, the phone ringing for Doctor Burke to answer.

"Doctor Burke" she said, answering the phone.

"Uh hi, this is Tony Stark, I got a call from you earlier?"

"Of course! Mr. Stark! Thank you for calling back. You were the first listed on the emergency contact list we recieved."

"Yeah I got that" replied Tony. He was growing impatient. The doctor got straight to the point.

"Durring the night, Miss Lambert gave birth to a healthy baby girl. Unfortunatly, Miss Lambert did not survive the birth. She has you listed not only as the first emergency contact, but as the father as well." Tonys heart stopped.

"Mr. Stark?" question Doctor Burke, after Tony didn't respond.

"Uh, yeah" he replied slowly. "Listen, this is going to sound really bad, but I don't honestly know who Jessica Lambert is. I think this is a mistake."

"We can run a DNA test to make sure this is infact your daughter if you would like."

"Okay."

"So if you could come in later today, that would be great."

"Um..." Tony hesitated. The last thing he wanted to do today was leave the house.

"Will that be an issue?" asked Doctor Burke. Tony thought for a moment, then sighed.

"No. It wont be a problem."

"Great. Thank you Mr. Stark, we'll be looking forward to seeing you."

"Yupp." And with that, Tony hung up the phone. As soon as the call ended he dialed up Happy Hogan. Two rings in, though, he hung up. Maybe he should just drive himself to LA. Tony stood up and wandered over to the unfinished car deep in thought, broken shards of glass from his alcohol bottles crunching under his feet. Tony Stark was now a father. Well, he could be a father. He still didn't know who Jessica Lambert was. It could just be some random girl who wanted to say she was having a famous man's baby. But the name rang a tiny bell in the back of Tony's head, even though he couldn't place it. Deep down Tony knew that somehow this was all very real, not a mistake. Completely overwhelmed, he picked up a wrench from the box of tools on a cart near the car, and threw it at one of the glass windows by the door that led to the stairs. The glass shattered immediatly, and Tony continued to recklessly throw tools around his workshop. He cringed each time a tool made contact with another object, the noise making his hangover headache worse. What the hell had his life turned into? Why did Howard and Maria have to die that day? If they were still alive, Tony wouldnt have become the depressed, reckless playboy he was today. And he certainly wouldnt have gotten some poor random girl pregnant. The box of tools now empty, Tony sunk to the ground hyperventalating, his anger now turned into despair. He sat up against the car, his head in his knees which he had pulled up to his chest. This couldn't be happening.

Author's note:

Okay, hi guys! So Ironette is a story I started a while ago, and I posted like 13 chapters on here, and then I kinda stopped writing. I dont like where I took the story at all. So Im starting over. Some of it will be the same, some of it will be brand new. This story is really important to me, so I wanna get it just right!