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Tony Stark was the king of MIT… or at least that’s what he liked to believe.
He was the youngest person he knew in their final year of college, heir to the successful Stark Industries, one of the smartest people on the planet. Most importantly: he knew it.
He didn’t need anybody, especially not if they wanted to boss him around and tell him what to do. His parents and many failed butlers would agree that trying to influence Tony was just about as easy as creating a new element.
Yet, he didn’t care. It was the first day of senior year at MIT in his kickass dorm, and he was ready to be the biggest life of the party that the East Coast had ever seen. He turned the notch on his new and improved stereo system to full blast. His favorite album in the whole world was Paranoid by Black Sabbath, so naturally he popped it right in.
“Let’s get this party started,” he said to himself. He may have been 16 years old, but at first glance it was hard to believe.
He got comfortable on his new velvet couch and reached for a bottle of wine on the mahogany coffee table. He took a sip, and his face softened, “I could get used to this”. As he once again held the glass to his lips, a sudden noise shocked him. Red wine flew everywhere, including on his white wife-beater.
“Who the fuck is knocking on my door?”