Tony Stark is a lot of things; genius, billionaire, philanthropist... Playboy. That last one was what he was always associated with the most. Always, there's at least a couple dozens men and women throwing themselves at him every time he makes a public appearance. and often times, Tony often indulged in them, taking them to bed and giving them the Stark experience. Well, back in the day at least. Being a flirtatious bachelor is tiring, and Tony was getting older - more mature, and certainly tired of having random people in his bed almost every other week.

Today, he was just lazing on the couch in his mansion in Malibu, after tiring calls to SI. After haphazardly discarding his phone, all he wanted was some peace and quiet to himself. Just him, he, and...

Ding, dong!

Tony groaned, "JARVIS, who is that?" He queries, voice deadpan. "There is a youngin outside the door," The AI responded, to which Tony sighed deeply. "Tell 'em to go away. SI isn't currently doing any charity events."

"They don't seem to be here for that, sir..."

With that being said, Tony was forced to get up and check who the hell it was. Whoever you were, Tony already didn't like you. "What do you want, kid?" He asked, trying to keep his cool, even if he was dead tired. You explained who you were, a child of his. Your mother passed away, and before she did, she sent you here, saying he was your father. Tony paled at hearing that. At first, he thought it was one of those 'I'm your long lost family member' scams, but the more he stared at you as you explained yourself, the more he saw himself in you, and that scared him even more. But then he remembered... His past flings.

He pinched the bridge of his nose as his past mistakes came up to him. Literally - standing right there at his front door. As much as he hated the situation, he knew you didn't asked to be born, and now you were here, his responsibility. With a sigh, he stood to the side, "Alright, come in. Tell me your tragic backstory."