Welcome Tony

[Maria Stark Community Hospital: 03/05/1934]

Located in the upscale area of ​​Long Island, New York, the Maria Stark Community Hospital, named in honor of the wife of its largest contributor, the millionaire Howard Stark, founder of Stark Industries.

At that moment the screams of a woman were heard behind the door of a room on the top floor of the hospital, this woman was Maria "Concetta Carbonel"l Stark, coming from a rich family in Sicily, her father was a large industrialist with business in the engines and it was from his business that Howard Stark built the foundations for Stark Industries.

The two met while Howard was doing business with Maria's father and ended up that the two fell in love, even in the midst of the conflict that was spreading across Europe, the love of these two young people bore fruit, and now she was in labor.

"Come on, miss, just a little more strength!" One of the nurses said as she assisted the midwife.

"Mio Dio!! How doe!!" Maria screamed as she pushed harder.

Labor continued for more hours, until at 04:35AM Maria Stark held the second generation Stark in her arms, with sweat and tears in her eyes she smiled at the little baby who was clean and wrapped.

"Hello la mia stella, welcome to the world, you made a dramatic entrance." Maria said tenderly.

*Toc, Toc*

Two knocks and then the door opened, revealing a man in his early thirties, with black hair and mustache and a suit with a dark fabric, probably wool or trench coat, with a subtle shine that suggests quality and refinement. His carefully tailored and elegantly tailored suit exudes an aura of sophistication and power. The jacket with its well-defined lapels and lightly padded shoulders frames his athletic figure, giving him a regal posture.

The pristine white cotton shirt, hidden under the jacket, stands out with its contrasting crispness. A richly textured silk tie, tied in an elegant knot, adds a touch of color and style to the ensemble. The pants, perfectly cut and straight cut, complete the look, lengthening your silhouette and giving you an impeccable appearance. Her polished leather shoes, probably Italian, shine in the light, reflecting her commitment to elegance and refinement.

This was "Howard Wilhelm" Stark, coming from a modestly successful family of mechanical parts assemblers in Germany, he moved to many places after the great depression that spread throughout the world, leaving Germany he traveled through part of Europe, getting to know the Maria's father, Giovanni Carbonell, where with him they decided to move to the United States.

Where they first founded Stark/Carbonell Industries, but after Howard and Maria's marriage and Giovanni's death from a heart attack, Howard left only his name in the company.

Howard was a handsome man, with light brown eyes that shone with intelligence and determination. His face, sculpted by firm, angular lines, radiated confidence and charisma.

He looked at Maria and her son in her arms and smiled slightly, approaching he sat on the edge of the bed, next to his wife and watched his baby moving as he slept.

"He IS a pretty boy, much like you." Howard said as he ran his index finger across his son's small face.

"Yes, but he will definitely look like you when he's older, but I'm glad he has my skin tone and my nose." Maria smiled happily as she looked at her son.

"What name do you want to give him?" Howard asked looking at his wife.

"I didn't think much about it to be honest." Maria said placing a finger on her chin as she seemed to think more deeply about it.

"I know! How about we both name a family member and see if we like it." Maria said smiling.

"Well that's fine with me." Howard said with a shrug.

"Great! I'll start, I want to name my brother Antony." Maria said smiling and Howard gave her a sad smile, Antony Carbonell died during service in the First World War, they were very close when they were little.

"Of course, dear, but then that leaves me with the last name." Howard said thinking.

He couldn't think of anyone in his family that he wanted to name, he was never very close to them, so much so that he hadn't had contact with them in years, but then he remembered someone.

"Very well, welcome to the family Antony Hermann Stark." Howard said smiling.

"Hermann? I don't remember anyone you mentioned with that name." Maria said confused.

"He was...a friend of mine, let's leave it at that." Howard said petting his son who was now awake.

And that was when he saw his son's eyes, brown and bright, and mostly filled with a childish sparkle that warmed Howard's heart, but there was also an intelligence there that he found intriguing, it was almost as if his son recognized him.

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[1234 Oceanfront Avenue Malibu,Califórnia: 10:35PM]

Howard Stark's estate in Malibu, California, was a magnificent mansion that stood majestically along the stunning west coast of the United States. Situated on spacious grounds, surrounded by lush gardens and palm trees gently swaying in the ocean breeze, the mansion exuded luxury and elegance.

The mansion's architecture was a stunning fusion of contemporary and classic style, with its imposing facade adorned by marble columns and tall windows that afforded a panoramic view of the ocean. The main entrance, flanked by ornamental fountains, led to a spacious marble-clad entrance hall, where a majestic staircase rose towards the upper floors.

Inside, the lavish, meticulously decorated interiors reflected Howard Stark's refined taste. Spacious living rooms, decorated with elegantly designed furniture and stunning artwork, offered a warm, sophisticated environment for entertaining and relaxing.

The expansive terraces and balconies surrounding the mansion provided stunning views of the Pacific Ocean, where one could enjoy spectacular sunsets and the serenity of the coastal environment.

In addition to the main residence, the estate also included several luxurious amenities such as a giant swimming pool, tennis court, a guest house, and a private aircraft landing strip, further highlighting Howard Stark's status and prestige as one of the most prominent businessmen and industrialists of his time.

Howard was currently in his office, the only room in the house that only he was allowed to enter, not even his most loyal employee, Edwin Jarvis, a middle-aged English man who Howard had met on his travels in Europe.

Sitting in his armchair with his huge desk in front of him with all the materials and papers on it, Howard pressed a button on the inside of his desk and then a radio-like device rose from the desk.

«Hello Amico Howard, my congratulations on the good birth of your son, I'm glad it's a boy, worthy of carrying on your name.» A voice with an Italian accent came from the device.

"I appreciate your congratulations Luchino, but I think we'd better talk business." Howard responded with a serious expression.

«Sì, sì, andiamo, you will be interested in knowing some rumors that have been circulating recently.»Luchino agreed.

Howard could swear that there was a smile on the man's face.

But while this was happening, in the crib of a room in the mansion, young Antony or "Tony" was lying looking at the huge ceiling of his room and his infant brain was thinking.

'What the hell happened to me!?!'

This is just an idea for me to have fun, give your opinion in the comments.