The noise of scalding metal, rock music and a man's terrible singing encompassed this garage in Los Angeles, Malibu.

There, a man sat in front of his desk surrounded by legendary vehicles, his treasures, and several holograms in front of his visage that he was studying carefully.

One of his hands supported his chin, the other touched that shining core that outshone his dark shirt, amidst internal chaos he remained optimistic as always.

[Mr Stark.] A voice said, mechanical yet trustworthy, perhaps his most successful creation.

"What is it, Jarvis? I'm about to finish this scheme." The man answered nonchalantly, moving one hologram aside to study the next one.

[There is yet another report about Ironman Sir, about the incident three days ago of the burning building.] The AI reported apparently having been ordered to do so.

"As there are hundreds." Tony Stark, the renowned genius and previous CEO of Stark Industries, didn't understand why Jarvis was giving so much importance to a single report.

[But there is something different in this one.]

"What can there be in this one that I haven't seen before?" He rolled his eyes, having lost count after the tenth, when they all said the same with a different person in a different background, it got kind of boring.

[The reporter of this CNN report, Carol Armstrong, is a D-Cup and her cleavage has a forty per cent display, Sir] Jarvis' voice contained no disgust, if he had been programmed to display it, he surely would.

!!!

That was enough to take away the patience and focus the inventor had placed in all of those dozen of holograms as well as the possibilities to extend his own livelihood, this is definitely more important.

"Holy! Guess I will have to watch this one~" Tony waved his hands back and forth, creating a screen with his fingers where a display appeared, showing the image of a beautiful lady with ample bust, talking wonders about the man in a red iron suit that had been saving people arbitrarily recently.

Nothing of importance was it not for the fact that Ironman's true identity is precisely Tony Stark.

The man in question polluted any opinion that any relevant media outlet might have about his serious persona. In reality, when he was not partaking in his greatest hobby, invention and business, he would partake in his second greatest hobby, women.

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Tony whistled, it was clear what degree of importance they are giving to his character in the news if even reporters were asked to pull out such gallant moves to garner attention.

[Sir, we have a problem.] The AI said all of the sudden, running several scans here and there with the data provided by the company sources it was connected to.

"Jarvis, don't you see I'm looking at the lady's report." The multimillionaire complained, just when she was about to turn around and show her profile.

[Sir, I detect a bright object shining in the skies, like... a meteor...]

"Hoh~, I know, this woman's meteors are surely about to crash against my heart~ I don't have that long to live anyway, might as well invite her to a date, what's her name, Carol Armstrong is it? An interview will do." He planned to send a letter to CNN, which would be easily accomplished.

[It is heading towards the mansion, please, take cover! activating proto-]

A red armour flew from the distance and took Tony in its arms before jumping.

"Wha-" The shining object became too visible in front of tony, the brightness coming from the window and the next thing he knew was dust and debris everywhere.

*BOOOOOOMMMM!!!!!----------

The explosion wasn't catastrophic, but also not light, the entire balcony area of the villa was gone together with his legendary vehicles and half of the garage.

And that's how everything began, with a fallen star outshining the darkness that existed in this 'humble' place.

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It didn't take long for the dust to settle, the house's inner protocols were all activated, dispersers, windows, everything activated on its own in a programmed struggle to regain normalcy in this lab.

*COUGH!*

*COUGH!*

"Jarvis!" Tony yelled the moment the armour arms opened, he felt a huge pain in his chest that thankfully didn't last long, the armour could protect him against the impact, but not against the shockwave, perhaps having this type of core, even if flawed, had been an advantage.

[Scanning...]

Tony regained his calm and the pain in the chest stopped when he took out something and injected it straight into it.

"UGH!"

[You're okay, sir... your reactor is still working properly and there are only scratch injuries, I have already called emergencies.]

"Oh really? remind me to put more sonars up the orbit, how did we not sense this?!" He asked in disbelief, how could a meteor come straight to his house undetected, the possibility of it being a meteor was farfetched enough, this must be some sort of attack.

[The object's transition was erratic, sir... the object entered the atmosphere, but... the object didn't come from outerspace, it isn't a missile either as no launches were detected... I don't possess an answer to its origin, a missile would have caused greater damage as well.] The AI tried to explain with whatever data is held.

"That makes no sense." How could a meteor not come from outer space?!

He staggered and tried to walk to the shiny source of the light in the garage, which was obviously a piece of valuable rock from space which would hopefully advance all of his research by several dozens of years ahead of human technology.

Alas, that wasn't what he found.

What he found left him elated and dumbstruck, starstruck and all the types of struck there are in the English dictionary.

It was a woman.

Not only a woman, a beautiful injured woman.