“Are you sure he’s your kid? He doesn’t look much like you.” Christine Everhart calls. Tony’s jaw drops.
“Of course I’m sure. Do you know how many people have claimed to have my kid? Also he looks just like me. What did you expect my kid to have a goatee?” Tony says, questioning the intelligence of the human race. The kid is literally a carbon copy of him. Why is this even a question.
The next day there are accusations on the front page of every major news source about Tony’s kid. Some say he was adopted, others say stolen.
Tony calls a press conference.
“I have gathered you all here today to prove a point, this is Anthony.” Tony says, holding the kid on his hip.
“Hi!” Anthony calls, waving at the crowd. A few people coo at him.
“Anthony here, is my son.” Tony says. “Too prove it, I’ve called in my friend Tom. A professional make up artist.” He walks over to Tom, who opens up a huge makeup kit.
“Woah.” Anthony whispers next to his ear. “That’s a lot.” Tony smiles at the boy and nods. They face away from the reporters as Tom quickly applies the makeup, Anthony giggling at the sensation.
“I think that you all forget that I was not born with this magnificent goatee.” Tony says, scratching at his chin. A few reporters laugh, and he turns around, showing off Anthony’s drawn on goatee. “Does he look like me now?”
Cameras flash, and Anthony giggles, waving at them all and striking a pose.
“I’m dad Tony! Look!” He wriggles around so his arm is out straight his legs kicking out behind him in a classic flight pose.
“Whoosh. Ironman here to save the day.” Tony says, clinging to his waist as he spins Anthony through the air. Anthony laughs loudly, delighted. The reporters are smiling too, a few more are making cooing noises than before.
“Anyways, this is my son, and we’re awesome.” Tony calls, before pulling Anthony up onto his shoulders and stalking out of the room. Anthony giggling with his hands gripping Tony’s hair.