[Third POV, Year 2001, Broken Loop, 19th of April, Stark Mansion]
Tony Stark cracked one eye open, the weight of the morning light already pressing against his forehead.
His hand slid lazily across the sheets, finding nothing, and he smirked faintly — it was that actress he'd been talking about after the Stark Industries meeting. With a sigh, he threw an arm over his face, debating whether to get up or let the world wait a little longer.
However, before he could keep thinking, the sound of his phone cut through the room — the ringtone he had set specifically when JARVIS wanted to talk to him and there were other people nearby.
With a grunt, he swung his legs over the side of the bed, rubbing a hand through his hair, fingers pausing briefly at his temple as if chasing off a headache he hadn't earned yet. He pulled in a breath, rolled his shoulders, and stood, taking the phone from a nearby nightstand and pressing it to his ear.
"Good morning, sir. Should I call Miss Jessica for cleanup?"
"You know, JARVIS, your voice wasn't exactly the one I wanted to hear first thing in the morning… but yeah, call Jessica to deal with this."
"Understood, sir."
With a confirmation and a quiet order from Tony, the AI called Jessica, Stark's current secretary, so she could discreetly handle the woman in the bed. Meanwhile, Tony walked into the bathroom to take a shower.
[40 minutes later]
"Hey, Mr. Stark, I think you should learn some boxing — it'd be good to keep you fit."
"Happy, I'm not a fan of getting punched in the face. If something happened to my handsome face, what would the ladies think?"
After finishing things up at the mansion, Tony was currently riding to a restaurant with his bodyguard and chauffeur, Harold, better known as Happy Hogan, casually chatting along the way.
"Sir, you told me yesterday to remind you — the contact information for Mr. Edwin and his son Adrian that you requested was sent to your phone."
Suddenly, JARVIS's voice floated through the car. Happy was caught a little off guard by the sudden interruption but, recognizing the familiar AI voice, just kept driving.
"Ah, right — that kid. I totally forgot about that. I'll give him a call right now."
"I wouldn't recommend that, sir. The child, Adrian, is probably at school right now, according to the typical school hours in the state. There's likely only his father or mother at home."
Hearing his boss and JARVIS suddenly discussing a child made Happy pull a puzzled face. Why would Tony Stark suddenly be interested in a kid?
"What's so special about this kid, Tony? Does he have some illness or something? I don't really get how a child would grab your attention."
JARVIS, catching the question, smoothly answered.
"The reason Mr. Stark is currently interested in the child named Adrian is due to his high intellect. According to the meeting they attended yesterday, the boy created two devices capable of using sound in militarized applications. He is five years old and, based on yesterday's data, my calculations suggest he is probably even smart—"
"Okay, that's enough, JARVIS." Tony quickly cut him off. "Set a reminder to tell me when school hours end so I can call him, and pull up more info about him online."
"Understood, sir."
Tony's sudden interruption left Happy even more curious. The fact that Stark had cut JARVIS off right as he was getting to the 'smart' part made Happy suspicious — was the kid possibly even smarter than Tony?
Keeping these thoughts to himself, Happy finally pulled the car to a stop, right outside one of the restaurants Tony frequented for breakfast, lunch, or dinner.
[Time skip to 3:30 p.m. the same day]
"Sir, school hours should have ended about thirty minutes ago. The child named Adrian is probably already home and can be contacted."
"Finally! I was getting bored of winning."
Tony, currently at a casino playing blackjack, signaled to cash out the chips he'd won at the table and stood up walking to a more private place in the casino. Pulling out his flip phone, he called the number for Adrian's house.
Ring! Ring! Ring!
"Who could that be?"
Laura, lounging in the living room watching TV, heard the phone ring. With a grunt and some laziness, she stood up from the couch and picked up the receiver.
"Hello? Who am I speaking to?"
Hearing the voice of a woman, Tony quickly figured it was probably the kid's mother.
"Good afternoon, ma'am. Is Adrian at home? I want to speak with him. He gave me this number so we could have a chat after school."
Laura paused, mulling it over.
A friend of Adrian's? But… that sounds like a grown man. Well, considering what I know of… my son, it's probably more likely that he makes friends with adults.
"Alright, please hold on a second so I can get him — he's currently in his studio."
Saying that, Laura left the phone in place and walked toward Adrian's studio. Tony, overhearing her words, raised an eyebrow and decided to ask JARVIS.
"JARVIS, did you hear what the woman said? You think the kid's making music, or is he using his 'studio' as a cover for his workshop where he builds his devices?"
"Actually, sir, I discovered that he does, in fact, make music. He's released several songs online and on CDs. According to available statistics, he's a rising star in the music industry."
"Oh, really? Show me."
Pulling out his transparent phone, Tony watched as JARVIS projected the list of song titles and the name of the artist.
"Main_Chara? As in Main Character? What a narcissistic kid… JARVIS, remind me that if I ever start a music career, I need to pick a better name than that."
Chuckling a little at the name the kid had chosen, Tony scrolled through the list of songs on the screen.
"Let's see… 'Clint Eastwood' — like the actor? Why name it that? 'Bones'? Is it a skeleton song or something else? 'Happy'? Well, now I know his naming sense is just as simplistic for his music as it is for his devices."
Suddenly, the voice of a child piped up from his flip phone.
"Hello? Who am I talking to?"
"Hey, music man — wanna work on something?"
Hearing the voice on the other end made Adrian momentarily pause, a little surprised, but he quickly composed himself and replied.
"Hey, Tony. I didn't expect you to contact me this soon. What's that about 'music man,' though?"
"A little bird told me you don't just dabble in engineering — you're into the art of music too. And it looks like it's going pretty well for you, kid."
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