The Early Years of a Genius
The greatest day in history, in my own unbiased opinion, would be May 29th 1970. For that was the day on which I was born. For all those who share the mentality of my personal intern Peter Parker: have a 19 in the year of my birth does not make me old: it makes you young. Me saying that doesn't make me old either.
I was born to Howard and Maria Stark, the former being a genius, much like myself. He was well-accomplished on many fields, excepting that of raising a child. To say my relationship with my father was strained, would be to understate things.
He always told me about the great Captain America and what not: how my father had been the one to help with the experiment that turned him into a superhero, made his suit for him, made the shield and guided him through his superhero life. The bottom line was: be like Captain America. Sure dad, I'll be like him and crash a plane into the ice, successfully rendering myself useless for the coming 80 years and leaving the girl I had promised a dance on read. Truly chivalrous.
Thankfully, in moments of my father's stupidity and overpowering fanboying over America's golden boy, I could fall back on the support of my butler, Edwin Jarvis. Mister Jarvis was a man I greatly admired and respected: he had a way of scolding but also supporting someone. There are moments where I wish I had listened more to dear old Edwin, but by the time I realised the amount of wisdom there was in that head of his, he had already been buried 6 feet underground.
Then there was my mother, Maria Stark: an adamant supporter of her husband in all that he did, including his fanboying over Captain Puerto Rico. Why those two respected Rogers so much, is still beyond me: they were fanboying and -girling over someone who had died literal years ago.
From a young age, it was obvious that I had inherited my father's genius, and it was soon found that I had an IQ of 270. The only man alive who came close to that number was my father, with an IQ of 200. That is, until very much later in my life, on the 10th of August 2001, an annoying kid was born with an IQ of 250. I have the liberty of calling him annoying, since I have officially adopted him now, and he works for me, which I feel gives me the right to say this.
Hey, this is Pepper Potts-Stark. The publisher asked me to go through this book and comment where I so thought necessary, and I think right now would be a great time to abuse my power. Tony will never admit this on paper, but he cherishes Peter Parker-Stark above almost anything else in the world. They frequently hang out in the lab and both love each other dearly. I just wanted to put this forward, so that no misconception can arise that Tony is anything like his father in raising his children. Tony is the greatest and most loving parent in the world.
I was a genius at an early age, what can I say? I have been called a narcissist at times, but it's the truth! By age 4 I had created my first circuit board, much to my father's delight, who allowed me access to a lab to work. Not the smartest decision, since I blew it up a week later and was banned from any sort of lab for the coming few months.
At age 7, I created a V8 Motorbike Engine. I had hoped I would be allowed to now ride a motorbike. To my father's credit, he would not let me. Even he, as bad as he was at parenting, realised gifting your 7-year-old a motorbike might not be the best move.
Allegedly, I hacked into the Pentagon on my 16th because one of my then friends dared me to. There is no evidence that supports this, but if I had: that would have been pretty cool.
To anyone who wants evidence: I have some. Just email me. - Peter Parker Stark
At Age 17 I graduated Summa Cum Laude from MIT, whilst simultaneously winning the MIT Robot Design Award. Not the greatest feat in my life, but I think it's cool enough to add anyway.
My life was fairly uneventful after that. I might have hung around a bit at parties, got drunk way too many times for my own good and what not, so nothing much out of the ordinary.
When I was 21, my life changed for the worse: I met my best friend James Rhodes. Yeah, after meeting him my life has never been the same and I have suffered ever since.
I have suffered way more than Tony has. Imagine how it was for me: dragging this guy home in his drunken state after a party. Not fun. Not fun at all. - Rhodey
That, however, was not the worst thing that happened when I was 21. My parents had been involved with SHIELD for some time. It's, for those who do not know, a dumb organisation which is run by a pirate. Legally I cannot say more about it, or Black Widow will have my head. Though, in all fairness, she will probably never read this, and will only buy a copy so that she can throw it at my head.
Oh, I can add this: SHIELD stands for Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division. I was around when they were still trying to come up with a name. It was hilarious to hear agent Coulson say he was from the Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division. It was real mouth-full and I made sure to tell him to get a better name for it. If it weren't for me, they might not even be called SHIELD at this moment.
Back to my parents: they worked with SHIELD. There is another dumb organisation like SHIELD, only this one is malicious and called Hydra. In short: SHIELD people are weird, and Hydra people are messed up. Hydra was named thus after a mythological creature of some sorts, which was known for being a problem and being hard to deal with. Imagine admitting you're a hard person to deal with, I would never.
Back to the year that I was 21: since my parents worked with SHIELD, Hydra made it their personal business to get rid of the two, sending one of their - brainwashed might I add, he had no clue as to what he was doing - soldier after them, going by the names of James Bucanon Barnes, who killed them mercilessly. Weirdly enough: we may or may not be friends at this moment. Life is messed up.
It never strikes you how much you care for someone, until they are truly gone. Sure: my parents were the worst, but deep down I still loved them. Deep down I wished I had hugged them, or said something kind to them before they left in that car. Deep down I still wish I had told them that I had loved them, even though I was mad at them for being bad parents.
Following that tragedy, the universe decided not enough people had died yet, and Edwin Jarvis passed away as well, increasing the blow to my happiness.
My father's business partner, Obadiah Stane, took over the company until I was ready to become its CEO. I quickly came up to the task, and I was officially the owner of the greatest weapons manufacturing company in the US.