IRON MAN :STREAMLINE by Phil Seahorn

IRONMAN: STREAMLINE
by Phil Seahorn

CHAPTER ONE:

STARK FACILITIES, BATON ROUGE, LOUISISANNA

TONY STARK woke earlier than normal.
he sat up, the room turning around as the light from the gulf drifted yacht.Stark
was lucky that the yacht survived Katrina.
It was his parties on the yacht that was tearing him up.Much like his hangover.
Stark reaches over the blond supermodel ( at least that what he thinks she said she was) without disturbing the Asian nightclub owner laying next to the blond.
Or was it the other way around?
Stark makes it to the bathroom, just in time for the twenty or so martini's came back to haunt him.
And, to top it all off, it was Monday morning.
By three o'clock that day, stark had managed to handle most of the Monday things for his business schedule, and planned on spending the rest of the day in the lab perfecting the Iron Man armor.He wanted to take the armor out over the Gulf to test some aquatic attachments.plus he wanted to test the gin shooter he had installed in the helmet.
When stark opened the door to his private work lab, htere, standing by his workbench , was a young black kid standing there.
A young black kid that looked EXACTLY like him.
The kid turns around, looking at Stark with a smirk that was way to familiar.
Tony had had test done before on his latent psychic abilities, especially since the new armor and his new found partnership with Reed Richards.Stark thought that the new armor would have other enhancing abilites, and actually he was quite drunk when Richards talked him into the tests.
He never had a psychic moment in his life, but at this point, he instantly knew who this kid was.
"Hi,Dad", the kid says.