Tony Stark Father Novels & Stories

I ask my mother, referring to the boy who used to landscape our garden, AKA my childhood crush. "You don't know?" "Know what?" "Warren doesn't work here anymore. Do you know Accelerate?" "Those gyms?" "Yes dear. Well he's the one who owns them." I gasp. "Seriously?" She smiles at me and nods. She'd found out about my crush in its early stages. God knows how. "He used to be our landscaper." My father fills in the blanks for Anthony. "How does he concern you?" Anthony asks me and I'm stupefied by his audacity.

If I asked too many times, he'd beat me. But he never treated his two younger daughters like that. I started to wonder if I wasn't actually his biological child, so I secretly got a DNA test done. The results showed I was his. I even wondered if he hated me because he hated my mom. But my mom had been dead for years, and he stayed single, rejecting every woman people tried to set him up with. "She was the love of my life. I'll never marry anyone but her." Everyone knew Damian was the most devoted mate and the most doting father.

The blissful bubble we had created during the early days of summer shattered far too soon. Theo received a call from his father late one afternoon while we were secretly tangled together in the guest room. Uncle Kael needed him back in the city for a couple of urgent family business matters—something about contracts and a meeting that couldn’t be postponed. Theo tried to negotiate staying longer, but the tone in his father’s voice left no room for argument.

Professor Adrian Blackthorne. And my stomach dropped. Zia blinked. “Wait. Blackthorne?” Raina’s mouth fell open. “As in… Lucian Blackthorne?” I couldn’t breathe. Lucian’s father. Lucian’s fucking father. I was staring at the man who made Lucian. And he was staring back at me like he wanted to destroy me just to see what I looked like broken. WEREWOLF LINEAGE & BLOOD RIGHTS. The way he wrote it…

Nico eyes me skeptically and stands up. “All this shit aside, I've got news.” The seriousness in his voice makes me look up at him. “Tony wants a meeting with you.” He said with a grim voice. Tony was my fathers right hand man. Never liked that guy so as soon as dad was gone I got rid of him too. Which he didn’t like too well along with many older members. He always stood in the way of anything revolutionary I brought forward. Still to this day he brings a lot of shit into my working pattern. Gathering votes of other members and simply being a pain in my ass

They… probably weren't like the couple I'd thought were my parents, were they? Second Pops lowered his eyes as pity flickered in them and shook his head. "They passed away a long time ago. The nanny was too busy squeezing the Stantons for money to say all this out loud, but I had someone look into her background. They dug up some old dirt." It turned out the Stanton family's previous generation hadn't only had one son. The man claiming to be my father had once had an older brother named Arthur Stanton. The family business should have gone to Arthur. People said he and his wife had both been good people—talented, kind, and sharp in business.

I ask, and he simply stares at me and the television screen. "I had an idea for a boy name as well," he said, looking at me again. "And what is that?" I uttered. "Gongyo," Thor murmured. Loki also mentioned the name "Naruto." If we have a boy, I should be the one to name him. "Boys, no. When the baby is a boy, his name will be Tony Stark, a.k.a. IRON MAN!" Eugene exclaimed, laughing. The two agree with him, and the three of them burst out laughing.

Tony. Immediately he took off the hood, X’s hands tightened around the chair, almost breaking it. I could already feel the slight emissions of elven magic from him. He was mad. And he wasn’t even trying to hide it. I didn’t recognise the man, and no-one else there seemed to. Not even Zeus or Horus. The man, now that I had a better look at him, had similar features to X. Same eyes, hair, skin....I looked at X as a realization hit me “Is he your father?” X didn’t reply. It was an unspoken rule between us. We never talked about his father. Ever. Once I pried too much and lost an arm. I had to learn regeneration that day. He never spoke of his past, and I just assumed it was too traumatic and I

“Stella, this is Tony, your father.” He stood and crossed the room in long, deliberate strides. He offered me a hug that felt formal but not cold, the kind of embrace a businessman reserves for family on a first meeting, controlled, properly warm. “My name is Tony. Tony Amazli,” he said, and there was a pause in his voice like a man testing the weight of certain words. “I am your father.”

He mumbled in worry. "She's my daughter!" Freya's eyes snapped to the man who claimed to be her father. Freya noticed how Leonard was ready to snap at him but she held his arm shaking her head. Leonard didn't want her to stress herself because of this worthless man but he didn't want to make decisions for her anymore so restraining the over protective side of his heart he fisted his hands and let her take a few steps near the old man facing him keeping her hand on her baby bump which caught the attention of Stark.