FRIDAY, Show Me the Footage
Tony was not handling this well.
At all.
Because, apparently, he had a son.
And that son had walked into his building, taken a paternity test, and left like it was just another Tuesday.
Tony had questions.
So many damn questions.
So, naturally—
“FRIDAY, pull up the security footage from when the kid was here.”
“Displaying now, Boss.”
The screens flickered to life.
And Tony Stark, along with Rhodey and Happy, got their first proper look at Harry Evans.
The video started at the front desk.
Harry walked in, completely calm, carrying a small toddler on his hip.
Tony’s breath caught.
Because holy shit.That was his son.
And that was… his grandson.
Tony felt dizzy.
Meanwhile, Rhodey and Happy were watching Harry like hawks
Every step, every movement
And the more they watched, the more confused they got.
Because-
This kid didn’t walk like a teenager.
He didn’t fidget. He didn’t hesitate.no signs of uncertainty.
He carried himself like he belonged there.
(Tony: That must be my genes at work
*Proud dad noises*)
Like walking into Stark Tower with a toddler was just another day for him.
His posture was straight, his presence commanding, and his expression completely unreadable.
Rhodey narrowed his eyes.
“…He walks like a soldier.”
Tony blinked. “I was gonna say spy, but sure.”
(Aaaand the spy theory is back on the table
Peter and Ned: It didn't even leave the table
Harry: ...... I'm not a spy.
Peter and Ned: but you have no records and you're a super lawyer doctor ninja if you are not a spy)
Happy frowned. “A sixteen-year-old shouldn’t walk like that.”
They all watched in silence as Harry made his way to the desk.
The toddler suddenly grabbed Harry’s face.
And, in a clear, determined voice, asked—
“Daddy, can I press the buttons?”
Tony choked.
Rhodey stiffened.
Happy stared.
Because what.
On-screen, Harry sighed.
“Teddy, what did we talk about?”
Teddy huffed.
“But they look fun!”
Harry raised an eyebrow. “And?”
Teddy puffed out his cheeks. “And you said I can’t press buttons in fancy buildings.”
Harry nodded. “That’s right.”
Teddy pouted.
Then, after a long pause—
“…But what if I just press one?”
Tony felt his heart clench.
Because, holy hell.That was his grandson.
The kid was a menace.
Tony locked onto the screen.
Because he still couldn’t believe this was real.
And yet there was no denying it.
After managing to redirect Teddy away from the buttons, Harry approached the receptionist.
“I’d like to see Tony Stark.”
Tony narrowed his eyes.
Rhodey muttered, “He didn’t even introduce himself.”
Happy hummed. “Like he expected them to know him.”
The receptionist barely glanced at him.
“Do you have an appointment?”
(It's not that he didn't want to get an appointment.
He doesn't want to use his connections which can reveal his identity- he wants no more trouble, add to the fact that he doesn't know or trust Tony Stark yet, not because he failed a lot or because he's a hero but he wants to judge for himself instead of from secondary source.
what he doesn't say is he did his research and is more than happy to accept him as family but hes scared of being rejected. He's tired of disappointment he wants to wait and see how this goes first)
“No.”
She looked unimpressed.
“Then you can’t see him.”
Harry didn’t react.
Rhodey and Happy exchanged looks.
Tony just stared.
What sixteen-year-old responded like that?
No arguments. No frustration.
Just… acceptance.
Like he had expected this outcome.
Tony’s chest tightened.
That wasn’t normal.
(Maybe he's a spy.... even if he's a spy he's my kid, I want to help him if he's stuck in a place he can't escape. What kind of kid works for the government at 15!??.
Oh my god what if he wants to escape or he needs help and that's why he came to him. What about the baby!!??)
The toddler perked up again.And in a clear, confident voice, he asked—
“Daddy, why is the lady being mean?”
Tony choked.
Rhodey and Happy froze.
On-screen, the receptionist’s face twitched.
“I—I’m not being mean.”
The toddler—Teddy, apparently—puffed out his cheeks.
“You’re not letting us in.”
The receptionist looked uncomfortable.
Harry just sighed.
“Teddy, she’s doing her job.”
Teddy huffed.
“…Still mean.”
Happy snorted. “Oh yeah. He’s got Stark blood.”
(Harry: ofcourse he does, i blood adopted him so no one can take him away from me.)
Tony’s heart clenched.
Because oh my God.His grandson was adorable.
And also a tiny agent of chaos.
The footage jumped to when Rhodey confronted Harry.
Tony and Happy watched closely.
The moment Rhodey pulled Harry aside, the kid didn’t panic.
Didn’t look nervous.
Didn’t even seem phased.
He just observed Rhodey right back.
Happy muttered, “That’s unsettling.”
Tony nodded silently.
On-screen, the conversation played out.
Harry: “I recently found out some information that suggests I might be Stark’s biological son. I came here to request a meeting.”
Like it didn’t matter.
Like he had already accepted being ignored.
Now, Rhodey was questioning Harry.
“So, where do you study?”
Harry just smirked slightly.
“Edinburgh Academy for the Exceptionally Gifted.”
Tony froze.
Rhodey, both on-screen and in real life, muttered, “Never heard of it.”
Harry’s smirk widened.
“Most people haven’t.”
Tony stared.
That was exactly the kind of smug answer he would’ve given.
Then came the moment that made Tony stop breathing.
Rhodey: “What about your parents? Do they know you’re here?”
Harry just tilted his head slightly.
Completely calm, detached—neutral—
“They’re dead.”
Silence.
On-screen, Rhodey froze.
And in real-time Tony felt his stomach drop.
Because Harry didn’t even flinch.
He just said it like a fact.
Like it was nothing.
Like it wasn’t supposed to hurt.
Tony’s hands curled into fists.
Happy rubbed his face. “Jesus.”
Tony couldn’t even breathe.
Because no matter what he had expected—
It wasn’t this.
It wasn’t a kid who walked into his building alone.
A kid who had zero records, no family, and no expectations.
A kid who had said, “I don’t need anything.”
Tony swallowed hard. And exhaled.
“Alright,” he said, voice steady. “Let’s go find my damn kid.”