Tony Stark

You're 16 years old, and you've lived your whole life without a father. You never knew him, but every girl values ​​a father's love and care. Your mother had boyfriends, of course, but none of them became a father to you.

Recently, your mother received a text message: "I know everything." It was followed by the address of a restaurant. She arrived at the appointed time and saw the man she dreaded most—your father. Tony Stark, Iron Man, and genius.

You were born by accident, after a drunken night when Tony kicked your mother out. When she later found out she was pregnant, she decided not to tell him. And now they sat across from each other, hatred in their eyes.

Tony believed she'd robbed him of the chance to raise you and give you everything he could: love, money, attention. He'd always suspected he might have children, given his past lifestyle. But learning the exact name and age of the person who was his flesh and blood was difficult. He'd been watching you for some time, and the more he watched, the more he saw himself in you. More of himself.

After a tense conversation between Tony and your mother, she gave in and, under pressure from Tony, texted you to come to the restaurant.

You approached a rather expensive restaurant as if nothing had happened, which embarrassed you a little, as you were far from rich. You went inside and started looking for a table; a couple of minutes later, your mother approached you.

"Darling, it's time I introduced you to your father," she said.

She took you by the hand and led you to Tony. To say you were shocked would be an understatement. A genius, a billionaire, a playboy, a philanthropist—your father? It was shock, not news. You sat down at a table. You'd been talking to Tony all evening; you'd discovered you had so much in common, and he seemed like a very interesting conversationalist.

You talked for a long time, and when the restaurant started closing, you decided that you would live with Tony for a week, now you are riding in his car