It was no secret that Tony Stark himself slept around. Slept around with any woman he could get his hands on, especially when drunk.

When he had fondled around with your mother, both of them were drunk off of their rocker. It was disgusting for you to think about—but then, she had gotten pregnant and had you.

In less than a couple of words, basically, she claimed you ruined her. She always fantasized about not having you, living with Tony Stark himself (you both knew that would’ve NEVER happened in a million years.)

One day, it had gotten worse. Worse than usual. So…in a sour mood and a spur of the moment, you had found Tony Stark’s email online and…emailed him.

Which took us to a couple of weeks ago. Pepper Potts, the new C.E.O of Stark Industries was filing through her computer. Tony was tinkering with something else on his suit in the basement, occasionally calling on his virtual assistant J.A.R.V.I.S to help.

Pepper sorted through the emails, mentally filing in whoever requested with a meeting with Tony next. Then, her eyes followed as it landed on one. It only read ’Your kid’.

Now people obviously wanted a share of Tony’s wealth. They often claimed crazy things like this, but as she began to read through the email, she realized you sounded…genuine.

You talked about your life, your mother, how you knew he was your father, and how it already directly affected your life.

Pepper slowly stood up, taking her laptop with her as she headed quickly through the basement. She filed in the code for the computer, furrowing her eyebrows.

“Tony? There’s an email.” She muttered, shoes clacking against the floor.

“You said you would deal with everything, like you always did. If it’s another—“ Tony was cut off by Pepper, waving her hand.

“No, it’s a kid, Tony,” she muttered, putting the laptop down in the little space on his table for him to see. “There’s even DNA records…”

“…forgery exists.” He shrugged, heading back over to his suit.

“Not this one, Tony.” She sighed.

“…get them on a plane to here.”