Disclaimer: If this would belong to me, why the hell would I be on fanfiction?

I was just 4 year old, when I realized it the first time.

When I recognized the first time, that I was a mutant.

I was sitting in my room, working on my first circuit board, when my father came in. Drunken.

Quickly, I put my project in its place and asked shyly, "What do you want, father?"

I covered my face with my hands and mentally prepared me for the pain I was so used to.

But it didn't come.

I slowly opened my eyes, but I couldn't believe them.

My hands were covered by a golden, metallic looking coat.

Father didn't move.

I knew, that he disliked mutants, and was very afraid.

Would he outcast me?

No, Mommy and Jarvis won't allow that.

Would he hit me again, but this time more painful?

I could feel, that this...this...'metal' coat was spreading til my face.

That made my fear even bigger.

Would I ever be allowed to go out again?

After all, Howard Stark's son could not be seen as a mutant.

"Father?" I questioned nervously.

"You are not my son anymore," he answered. "You freak."

Then he went out of my room.

I started to cry, not believing my luck not to be in pain for once.

When he was around the corner Mommy and Jarvis came to my room.

They looked shocked seeing my face covered in a golden metal, but not mad. (On a second thought, why would they?)

"Everything is alright, honey, Mommy is here for you. What did Daddy do?" She obviously thought this... this... thing was from my father.

Understandable. It would not have been the first time he experimented on me.

"Nothing, this time," I sniffed. "He wanted to, but then this," I showed them my arms, which I had been hiding, "happened. And he called me freak."

Now Jarvis said something. "You are not a freak, Tony".

But I disagreed. "I am. I'm a mutant and f-Howard said to Obi mutants are freaks."

"Your father isn't always right, honey. You're special, yeah, but not a freak", Mommy convinced me.

But after this day Howard only called me 'freak' (unless we were in front of the press of course).