Chapter 1: One Hell of a Hangover

(A note, this will be a slower upload as I actually want to deliver a decent experience, I am trying to put some level of effort into my research.)

Tony suddenly woke up, clutching at his head as he groaned, standing from the bed he had been in and the arms tangled around him he stumbled away.

Somehow making it into the bathroom he turned on the light and flinched, the light not helping the headache he had as he looked in the mirror, focusing on himself.

Yeah, he was definitely Tony Stark, and by the look, he was just a younger Robert, hopefully, it was the Cinematic Universe, otherwise, he'd be fucked.

The first thing he noticed was that despite the hangover, his mind was so much clearer than normal, memories of his own and Tony's coming forth easier, able to pull up the information they both know quite easily, already working on a plan on how to make J.A.R.V.I.S., as it would be something he needed in the coming time.

As he stumbled out of the bathroom, looking over the many, many bottles of all kinds of liquor and wine, his eyes moved to the bed, some were covered by sheets, but the beauty of each woman stood out, each one drop-dead gorgeous in their own right, stumbling to the window he leaned against it to look out the large window.

He was in Paris? Judging by the snow it was wintertime, thinking hard he was able to pull the memories up, his parents had just died, their bodies not even 48 hours cold.

The thought made a somber feeling suddenly explode in him, replaced quickly by anger as using his new foreknowledge, he knew it was actually an assassination attempt, his anger focusing on Hydra as he understood it wasn't the Winter Soldier's fault, even if he was the one who carried it out.

Stumbling to his laptop, he booked a flight back to America so he could get to work, a few news articles pulling up as he looked through them, the basic information about the world. Just as he heard movement from behind him he shut everything down, closed the laptop, and begin packing his stuff away.

"Everything okay Tony?'' A beautiful french voice spoke up in fluent french, a natural speaker. Tony turned as he activated the 'Charm, leaning back against the table he smiled.

''Everything is okay Annette, just... Booking my flight back to America.''

The beautiful blonde-haired woman raised her brows as she stepped forward, sinking herself against him as she rubbed her hands along his cheeks. ''So soon? Are you sure? It hasn't been too long since the funeral.''

He released a low sigh, it not being hard to show the emotion he felt about his Parent's death, his heart clenching strangely. ''I know... But this has helped me calm down, I need to get back and begin preparing to take the company over.''

She watched his brown eyes, looking for anything that might give away what he was feeling, but she found nothing but a strange sense of determination. Releasing a sigh she pulled him down a bit as she leaned up, kissing him softly.

''You know Atos stands behind you in anything you need Tony, but know that for a person, whose parent's just passed away. I am here if you need to talk about anything.''

Tony smiled, returning the kiss before he nodded as he sat up. ''Tell the others to thank you for me, my flight is leaving in another hour, I should head out now just in case.''

Annette nodded as she watched him turn away and continue packing, minutes later he had all of his stuff and he was out the door.

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Anthony arrived in America around 8 hours later, having taken the time to get his thoughts in order and take a needed rest, by the time he was landing his head was cleared and he felt great.

As they were landing and he was getting off, he watched as someone was holding a sign with his last name across it, giving a nod to the driver, they got his luggage and soon got into the waiting car, as Tony got settled in the driver began to talk to him.

''Mr. Stark, I was told to inform you that Mr. Stane would like to meet you when it's the most convenient."

''Tell him can meet me in the workshop.''

''...Are you sure... Tony?" The driver glanced up in the mirror, looking back at the young man he knew all too well.

Tony nodded. ''I'm sure, my short break has allowed me to get my head together... I just need time to mourn for a bit, can you tell him to wait two hours?''

The driver smiled softly before he nodded, the driver himself having a hint of sadness as the drive continued on.

Los Angeles traffic was hell, but eventually, he got to the main headquarters, being let in easily, the driver taking him directly to the workshop.

As Tony exited he spoke to the driver. ''Leave my things in the bedroom.'' The driver nodded to him before Tony retrieved a few things from the trunk before the driver left, leaving Tony in front of the workshop building dedicated to a small team and his Father.

Turning to look at the building he released a long breath before he entered, today was Wednesday, but everyone was gone, to mourn the loss of their boss, or celebrate.

Tony walked straight through the lab, going directly to his Father's personal workshop.

He set his things down on one of the many tables, taking a look around he watched everything for a moment before he pulled a chair and sat down. Leaning back into it he closed his eyes, an alarm set for an hour from now as he let all the built emotion build and build before he let it all out at once.

Whether it be the confusion of his sudden Transmigration, the death of the Parents he now saw as his very own, the confusion of what he was going to do, or the future suddenly becoming incredibly more dangerous than it should be for him. He let it all out and he cried, letting his tears wash away the built-up emotion slowly and surely, it being the best way to get it done right now.

(I thought about making Tony's eyes blue, as they were in the comic. But since I do not have the knowledge about the comics, I chose to stick directly with the movies.)

(Atos is a French Tech company, it was founded in 1988. It was just an added layer of description for now. I do not know if the owner or person is actually named Annette, I just liked that name. It was also one of the first names I saw when I searched french female names :D)

(By the way, Tony's Parents died on December 16th, 1991. Using our own calendar, that would be a Monday.)

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