It was about 9 A.M, one monday morning. Remy opened his oddly colored eyes, as he took in the sight of the room he was in. Plum walls, purple curtains, not thick curtains, though, as the sunlight still broke through the thin fabric. He inhaled, and exhaled, as his mind began working again. He looked around, as much as he could without moving his head too much. The ceiling fan's softly slicing the air, making a soothing sound up above him. And a slight smell of strawberries could be felt. He turned his head to right, as he looked at the alarm clock. 8.45. His class would start in about an hour. Man, was he gonna be late.
His head was pounding, and he felt a little dizzy, side-effects of yesterday's partying, no doubt.
Then it hit him, if only just for a second. This isn't my room.
He heard the light moaning of a female besides him, as she rolled up onto his arm, kissing him on the neck. Speaking something in Spanish.
Remy had English, French, Latin, Russian and German under his belt, but not Spanish, he couldn't understand a word she said. " English, beautiful." The Cajun said, as he softly kissed her forehead.
"That was some moves you showed last night." The woman, maybe a couple of years older than Remy spoke, her Spanish accent was heavy. She had raven black hair, and was fairly tall. Well formed, very attractive, as usual for the young casanova. He lifted her off him, as he put on his pants and his T-shirt, that he grabbed from the floor. " Where are you going?" She asked, as seductively as possible. Remy scoffed, as he looked at her. He saw a brief look of surprise in her eyes, as one of his lenses had fallen out of his left eye, making his eyes have... very. Different colors.
It all began coming back to him now. The bar, the girl, Esmeralde? He thought her name was. He quickly got dressed, as he heard her from the bedroom. "Remy, come back to bed!" She exclaimed, her voice was still remaining a seductive tone.
Remy was just finishing putting on his jacket, as he headed out the door, and as the door swung open, he answered her.
" Sorry beautiful, but I hav' to go. I will call you'" He promised.
He never called.
Tony sat down in his workshop in the Stark Mansion. Currently only populated by himself, and his various guardians whom never could stick around for more than a few weeks. He drove people nuts, the young genius, it would seem. The workshop was located in the basement off the the building. Tony's own private lair, indeed. There were trails of Chips and wrappers of random sweets all around the place. The light tapping of the boys fingers on the controls could be heard, as he sat in his Sofa, playing a Racing Game on his gigantic TV. " Come on, come on, come on!" He repeated to himself, as he was trying to win the race, a little ringing was heard from JARVIS, letting Tony know that it was about time to get ready for school. " Hold on Jarvis, I'm just putting this little sucker in his place..." Tony said, as he focused on the game.
Another ringing from JARVIS. And a few minutes later, you heard the young man shout of joy. " GOT YOU, SUCKER!" Tony shouted, as he threw the control to the side. " So. What's up, Jarvis?" Tony asked, as he turned to the little screen. " You need to arrive at school in 20 minutes, Tony." Tony nodded, it was about a 5 minute drive to school from here, 4 if he broke some speed limits. It was the first day of school, after all.
He arose, as JARVIS reminded him. " I'd suggest you'd take a shower. My records shows a 4-day interval since last time." Tony chuckled as he took off his shirt and headed into the bathroom. He came out from the shower, a towel in his hair, drying off as he was getting dressed again.
A black tight fitting T-shirt, a pair of stone-washed ripped jeans, His wrist-watch, his rivet-belt, as well as his black beanie over his somewhat long black-hair. He put his phone into his pocket, and headed towards the garage. As a big figure blocked his path, as he came upstairs. Wilson Fisk.
" Oh, Tony, Tony, Tony. How are you doing today?" The man asked, it wasn't exactly unusual for Wilson to do a home-invasion like this, he was the closest thing Tony had to family since his dad died. Tony chuckled as he pushed past the rather large man. " Sorry Fisk, I have to get to school!" Tony said, with a brief smile. " Allright then! Good Luck in school, then!" Wilson said, as he chuckled. " For however long you can stay in this school..." Wilson mumbled for himself.
Tony got out to the garage, as the doors opened. Four cars and 3 motorcycles. He couldn't drive a bike, sadly. So he had to go for a car. But what car? The Supra, the Mustang, the Aston Martin, or the Audi?...
He settled for the black Mustang GT-R, last years model. As he grabbed the keys from the wall and opened the door. Sat down in the car, and put the key in. Jarvis's voice was heard as you could hear the brittish accent saying " Engines engage."
" Jarvis, my playlist." He said, as the song began playing in the sound system of the black car, as Tony drove down out of the drive-way, and towards Midtown High. He arrived, the music blasting out of the rolled down windows as he pulled up in front of the school, turning some heads, but people quickly returned to their usual activities, with some minor chatter over who he was.
He opened the door, and walked towards the school grounds. He smiled and a prideful look on his face, a typical " come at me, bro." look on his face. Despite being a new kid to the school, he wasn't scared, or shy, or anything. No, he knew who he was, something most of the kids here couldn't say.