Newborn

In a random Hospital,

ICU Ward,

The year 1980,

"AAAAAAAAAh!" A loud and agonizing scream of a pregnant woman reverberated in the entire ward. Her voice, as well as her whole body, was speaking volumes about her sheer will to give birth.

"A last push, my love! He is almost out!" Her husband, who was none other than the doctor himself, encouraged and with his best ability motivated her to give a final push to the baby as the first newborn was almost out.

Outside, he was able to maintain a Stoic and professional look but from inside he was conflicted because of the direction the situation was going, her survival rate was falling down.

"IT BETTER SHOULD BE! AAAAAAAAh!" She replied while yelling, taking a deep breath, concentrating in a final attempt, and cried out. Her hair were ruined, profoundly sweating, and had a painful expression on her face.

"Congratulations, Mrs. Wick, the baby is out and healthy." He teased her with a big smile on his face as he took their child in his hand to check on him. "What!"

Despite having many years of experience of never showing his emotions, suddenly he was unable to keep himself composed, he blurted out loud in surprise after noticing their child was born with abnormal eyes.

"He hehehe he." As the baby opened his eyes, he expressed himself with an innocent giggle, which was heart-warming for him as a father.

"What happened!?" His wife inquired in dismay and concern for their firstborn. Ignoring her weakening conditions, she tried to move and grunted in pain.

As the nurse scolded her rash and impulsive behaviors, then her husband or the doctor dismissed the nurse.

Many bad thoughts brewed in her mind quickly as a mother because of fear that something bad might happen to her baby, but changed as soon as she herself saw her child.

"His eyes, they are majestic." She could help but muttered in awe seeing his gem-like bright eyes which by human standards were not normal at all.

"Hae hehe." The newborn, seeing the women holding him had a strange reaction, again giggled in response. However, as a mother she was, she wasn't concerned about that.

"So what should we name him?" He asked, observing his wife didn't care how he looked, so neither did he. Then checked the reading the machine was presenting about his wife's health.

"How about, Aiden Wick." She suggested it after thinking for a while.

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**3 year time skip*

Year 1982,

Wicks Mansion,

Aiden Pov,

'I still can't believe I am 3 years old, indeed, time flies.' I thought and continued pondering for a while, as I was a little tired of reading books.

'My father and mother are co-founders of a secret organization called Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement, and Logistics Division.

Though they think I am too young to know all this, I ended up knowing everything. Like what and how they work, how big or powerful they are etc. which by the way is a big revelation for me.

"Aiden, breakfast is ready, hurry up, or I will beat you up-" My mother yelled, as usual, to bring me out of my focused mind.

"Mom, I am busy studying." Before my mother could finish her empty threat, I responded with a firm tone, as I was quite intrigued with learning new things.

"Don't tell me you are reading those books again." She replied, in a tired tone, but also was angry with me. "Honey look he is again reading your 'books' make him stop." She fumes at father, and complains in a defeated manner.

I was even scolded by my mother a thousand times in the past. I still didn't give up reading those books which were not meant to be read by kids like me as per my mother say, which was.

As they both came to check on me, as I was just in my second room, which was my 'own' library filled with thousands of books related to science in vast fields, which my father had given to me on my birthday after so many pleas.

"Honey… Honey, are you listening to me?" She asked and when not receiving a reply, she calmly repeated herself, still not getting a response, turned around to see why he was not answering.

"Yes, Howard, I will be there with my family." My father calmly said as he hung up the call.

"What happened, did something urgent come up?" My mother asked with concern. It was evident in her voice and just like that I was saved from a fatal disaster.

"Yes and No." He said, but didn't give a clear answer, as always.

Unlike my mother, who is sometimes strict and lenient, my father is cold, calculative, and a smart individual even toward me ; his own son.

Mother gave him a look which was saying care to explain, to which he began to say. "Howard has invited us for dinner."

"Is it related to that?" She inquires, crosses her hand.

"I don't know, we have to figure it out by ourselves." He added, ending their secret stuff conversation. To be honest with myself, I was curious about it but at this point, my priorities and hobbies are more important.

"So do I to come?" I asked in an uninterested tone, closing all the books closer to me, related to computer languages and quantum physics.

And just like that, they gave me a look and, without my consent, I was taken out with them later at night.

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New York, Manhattan,

Stark building,

Night, 8:00 Pm,

"Quite a skyscraper Howard has built in Manhattan," Father remarked in little awe. As we stopped at the entrance of the considerable tower which approx. has 39–40 floors.

From outside, it was a very flashy, fancy, and tall tower. Many might want to see it from inside, but as it's a private property, no one can enter without permission.

"Good evening, Sir, Wick." An old man wearing a butler suit welcomed us as we waited a few seconds outside, next to the entrance gate. "Son, meet Jarvis, the most devoted and hardworking butler here."

"And Jarvis met my son Aiden," Father introduces, and I nod in response while Jarvis stares at me for a second and asks us to follow him.

"This place is quite futuristic," I told my father through low whispers, but my words were heard by the butler, as he turned around to see my face and said.

"Master Howard is a tech-savvy person, so it is understandable, he has built a place like this."

So, after a while of walking, taking a lift to the top floors, we finally reached the room.

"Jonathan Wick, you are awfully late? Did you perhaps find some problem reaching here?" A white - haired old man who had many wrinkles on his face said in a teasing tone and in the end eyed my mother, trying to hint or remind them of an old incident, maybe.

Three of them chuckled at his words except me as I didn't get the reference, even my mother and father got a little embarrassed because of his comment.

Later, he gave my father a hug and patted his back as if they met after a long time.

Then we were joined by an old lady. "Howard, stop teasing them, especially in front of kids." She retorted in a stem tone, which diverted their attention toward me.

"Oh! I forgot he must be your kid, Aiden." He asked while approaching me. Through his talking with my father, he forgot my existence.

So, they chatted and had a few talks, when we settled into their dining room. "So, Aiden, tell me a little about yourself." Uncle Howard asked as his talks with father ended.

And so, I ended up telling him about myself like hobbies, interests, etc., by hearing it he and aunt were flabbergasted and for confirmation looked at my parents which they agreed.

"You won't mind testing your son out, right?" Uncle being a man of science as well as Aunt Maria and being a curious scientist too ask for permission.

"Nah, You are free to go." Seeing his best friend was both curious and interesting to check on his son's knowledge, he accepted.

Like that out of 9 questions, I was able to answer 6 correctly while the rest I didn't know.

"I don't fucking believe this…." Howard muttered in disbelief, rubbing his temple. "Language please Howard." My mother calmly said, eyeing him, and the man turned quite, raising his hand as if he surrendered.

"Your son is gifted in every possible aspect, Jonathan, but don't tell me you force him to do all this?" Maria complemented, narrowing her eyes, sparing him a suspicious stare.

"Yes." I immediately said, as I wanted to mess a little with my father.

"No." He calmly replied with a straight face.

"Oh, my god." Aunt Maria, in shock, reacted and looked at my mother who started laughing, and I joined the laughter.

"Jarvis." Howard summons/calls his servant a little moment later.

"Yes Sir," He responded respectfully. "Is Tony Home?"

"No Sir h-" Before he could complete it, we all heard a declaration from a teenager's voice echoing in the dining room.

"Father!!! I am home!"

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Alternative Titles: Fresh Start, Birth of a god, Meeting new people, I have straight priorities. Fresh facese.

A/N: Author here, as I said I will start a new FF as my previous one has a few issues.

Anyways, if you find a flaw or mistake somewhere do tell me. It helps me and you readers in some way... right?