"Mr Stark?" I ask, unconfident and shaky. He spins on the spot, dressed in a midnight black suit with a scar across his nose and eyes that glimmer in the sun. Tony Stark. I am stood outside of the Stark Industries tower, my rucksack full with a few possesions and anything i could get on the plane.
"Yes, do you want an autograph?" he ask, a smirk spreading across his face as he pulls out a pen. His friends behind laugh, Thor, Captain America, Hawkeye and Bruce Banner.
"No, thank you." His face falls slightly but he covers it up.
"Okay then. What do you want?" He asks, scanning me with his eyes.
"Im Skye Meyers. Do you remember Rachel Meyers?" I ask. His eyes widen at the mention of my mum's name.
"Yes, I used to date her. About 15 years ago." He points out, i pass him the photo of my mum and him, that was taken 15 years ago. Tony gladly takes it, smiling at the memory.
"I'm 15 years old." I mutter. He stares up, eyes wide with shock as he realises how much we look alike. I am Tony Stark's daughter.