WARNING PLEASE READ BEFORE YOU READ: This was loosely based off of this, and it involves/mentions child abuse. This fic is not associated with any Howard!muse.

( This isn't how it's supposed to be. )

Did you know how much I looked up to you? How much I admired you? It wasn't because you were the patriotic hero everyone knew and loved, but because you were my father. Did you know that? Did you careI don't know when it all changed. Did I make it that difficult for you to be my father? I always tried to fit the mold you wanted me to be. I tried to ( Read more... )

[after this]

( My world, your world Angry, happy Downward spiral System breakdown Nauseous, panic Bring on Havoc So reach out with patience And hold me while I hold you I can't solve your problems today, oh no But you can lean on me now )

December 1991A bad case of jet lag. That had been Tony's excuse for not going to the holiday party his parents had gone off to earlier on in the evening. It had been a good excuse - after all, he had barely arrived from a vacation in Fiji - but once Howard and Maria had left for the night Tony didn't feel like laying down until sleep claimed him, ( Read more... )

[locked to Dylan]There is plenty I know about the Starks. The way they have all accomplished something; how each generation builds on top of the previous one and tries to be better. Move forward. Look to the future and build for it to be ready. To make it our own ( Read more... )

This year it all seems to be coming faster than the previous ones, those dreaded holidays. Then again, each year it feels the same way, but this time he figures it's different. Maybe this year it actually did go faster than before. He actually has plans for Thanksgiving, more than just a random party and a few hook-ups with women that he'll never ( Read more... )

1. There's nothing but darkness and stars ahead of him. He can feel the air hitting his face, and maybe it should be cold at this time of night, but Tony just doesn't feel it. All he can feel is how light his body feels, how easy it is to move through the sky, and that's enough for him ( Read more... )

[locked to momraisedme]Your grandfather used to have a thing for anything with an engine. I think I've mentioned that before. Cars, motorcycles... I inherited that love for machinery from him. My earliest memories are not necessarily from watching him work at Stark Industries, but from watching him work in the garage at the house ( Read more... )

He's Anthony Edward Stark, but he can't remember the last time someone had used his whole name in something that wasn't a news article, or a report. Ever since he had been a little boy, the only name that he had been willing to consider was Tony. Not Anthony. Definitely not Anthony Edward ( Read more... )

ooc: part of the movie novelization is mixed with movie canon for the first part of the fic.

( SPOILERS for Iron Man 2 )