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Not Another Iron Man Fanfiction *revised*

Celebrity Marriages Never Last

"Few more kilometers, kiddo, and we’ll be there,” Happy Hogan, my uncle's chauffeur, said. He adjusted the rearview mirror so he could look at me better. I merely smiled and nodded, keeping my usual silence. The drive from the airport all the way to my uncle’s house in Malibu Point, 90265, had been long and I was getting tired.

I looked out the window and watched the scenery flick by. Palm trees, blue waves—this wasn’t what I was used to. I was still trying to adjust since leaving home for the summer and traveling all the way from Chicago to California, to stay the summer with my uncle. When you put it that way, it sounds like a cute trip to meet and bond with a family member you haven't seen since your fifth birthday and spend time with them surfing and making scrapbooks. But my purpose of visit was more like a business arrangement than a random decision to shake up the normal summer routine. See, over the last term of the schoolyear, my parents' marriage-- never a perfect one-- had finally disintegrated. On the last day, only Dad showed up to drive me home from boarding school, and on the way he broke the news, not too gently-- Mom was moving out in a week.

Well, that's one story to tell my friends when we got back to school.

There was very little drama about the whole affair. My mother is an acclaimed research scientist (specialization: gamma radiation); my dad runs the Stark Industries branch of Chicago. Both are extremely practical individuals and smart in different ways. While that explains my above-average IQ, it doesn't exactly add up to explaining my fascination with technology and engineering. In any case, my parents treated their final, absolute separation like another business deal or experimental test-- with all possibilities examined, every risk calculated, a deliberate disentanglement of their lives from one another. While this disentangling stuff was going on, Mom thought it was best to keep me out of such a 'stressful environment' (no seriously, those are the words she used) and send me to stay with a relative for the meantime, until all the paperwork had been signed, requirements met and assets divided. For once, Dad agreed with her.

It would have been a great plan, really, if only our last living relative wasn't Tony Stark. Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist (or so he says) and head honcho of the multinational conglomerate Stark Industries.

Oh, and did I mention he's also Iron Man? Yup. Yeah. My uncle's Iron Man.

If I remember correctly, Dad had said: 'And maybe you two geniuses will get along. Bond over technology and stuff.' Note to self, girlfriend, I thought as Happy turned on the radio to fill the silence. Just because someone is a superhero doesn't automatically make them the best person to look after your kid. Just because two relatives share a penchant for building things doesn't mean they'll immediately get along.

But I guess things are never as they seem at first, and I guess who you always thought you were isn’t who you really are. In this unexpected, surprising and bizarre summer, I was about to learn that.

Notes

- in this rewrite of the story, I used Morgan Stark (Tony's cousin in the comics) as Isabella's father. I do not own his character.

Comments

I just read chapter 17 and if we're making Harry Potter referenes then all I have to say is.... FIFTY POINTS FOR GRIFENDOR!!!!

Natasha Barton Natasha Barton
10/22/16

YAY!!!! DRUCK TONY!!! Not that it's anything new! :)

Natasha Barton Natasha Barton
10/21/16

Whoa! This is so good! :)

Natasha Barton Natasha Barton
10/21/16

Keep writing!!!

Abbyfish Abbyfish
5/15/14

Good job, keep up the good work.

Alexdanger101 Alexdanger101
5/13/14