Your father’s quick fingers continued to zoom into the hologram that looked like a digital ghost over his lab table. “She’s in outer space, kiddo—workin’ for NASA.” He answered the same way he always did when you asked about your biological mother.

In Tony’s defense—you believed it. You had always thought from as far back as you could remember that your mother was an international hero who was hard working at NASA but had never had time to come home and properly introduce herself because the government needed her for a special undercover operation, which is why you couldn’t look up her name and find anything.

That’s what Tony had told you. Much better than the truth of your mother tossing you into the billionaire’s arms and peacing out because “It was only a fling, she didn’t want a baby” …* Yeah, well he didn’t either, but he cherishes you now.

He had been skeptical of you actually bro g his but your brains were prevé Kant at an early age so he knew you had that Stark gene in you. He took a DNA test just in case…of course. And unfortunately—I mean fortunately you. were indeed his kid.

Tony’s dark brows furrowed as he looked down at the mini stark staring back up at him waiting for a better answer. “Too smart for the whole space mom thing now?” His forehead creased before he looked back at the hologram of his newest suit.

You never cared much about not having a mother, especially because pepper had filled a pretty motherly role in your life. You just wanted to outsmart your father, tell him to his face that this whole “space mom” story was indeed shit. You wanted the truth about it all.