Tony's pov

So I'm a neko you see.

Life's not easy when everyone stares at your tail and ears 24/7

My mother's father was part cat, due to an experiment

She wasn't affected and didn't expect me to have the effect.

That is, until I was born.

The day I was born was surreal, and each surgeon who had seen me that day thought I was beyond science.

Apparently, my grandpa's genes DID in fact, end up having an effect on me, surprisingly.

My mom considered me special, and tended to treat me as the best child in the world.

My dad... on the other hand.. didn't.

The day I was born, my mother had adored me and couldn't wait to show my father, who was in the waiting room.

As soon as he came in, by the order of the doctors, he was stunned.

"Look howard! Isn't he just adorable with his little ears?!" My mother exclaimed, holding newborn me up in the air.

My father stood there.

His eyes darkened, as a storm in mid-winter.

His face was disappointed, full of pure fiery regret in his eyes.

The brown puddles of happiness in his pupils turning into nasty, dirty, mud.

"Howard..?" My mother asked, holding me closely to her chest.

My father raged with fury.

And with no regret, he walked out...

Right out of the small room.

Where I was born.

"Howard he's our son!!" My mother cried, cupping me in her arms

"I WILL NOT RAISE A BOY BEYOND SCIENCE!! THIS IS ABSOLUTELY TREACHEROUS! ABSURD! I WILL NOT RAISE THAT CHILD AS MY OWN!!!" My father screamed back, storming into his lab.

As my mother had stated, she cried that day... praying for the one day the world to accept me.

That day never came.

The month of March, when I was 7 years old... my mother had left for the month to go on a business trip.

Oh how I hated it.

It was utter, complete, fucking hell!!!

I was in 1st grade.

I tucked my tail in my blue jeans, covering my cat ears with my red baseball cap.

I walked myself to school, trotting along the sidewalk.

I entered my small 1st grade classroom, even though I was smarter than everyone, it was amusing to see how everyone struggled upon daily matters.

I greeted my 1st grade teacher, Mrs Stanford, and sat in my seat, my sky blue shirt ruffling as I did so.

"Alright class. Welcome back from your three day weekend! We have a few new students joining us today! You may notice that your partner's seat is empty, but that's ok! I switched a few seats so that way, some of you can make friends with the new children!" Mrs. Stanford smiled, clapping her hands.

I looked to my left side, and yet, my usual partner, Bruce, wasn't there. He was sitting with someone else.

I shrugged. Maybe meeting a new kid would be nice after all.

"Here they are!!" My teacher playfully squealed, as 4 new kids walked in.

One of them, I noticed, had lock of gorgeous brown hair, green/blue eyes, and a dark blue shirt and dark blue jeans, along with black charcoal boots, a black baseball cap, a red coat, and a golden backpack.

The 2nd one had long, golden, lock of blonde/brown hair, a black t-shirt, black shorts, blue piercing eyes, two brown wristbands, a Navy blue backpack, a lock of black hair braided into a lock of blonde hair, and black boots as well, along with a mini large hammer in his hand.

The third one looked similar to the 2nd, from facial expression. He had piercing green eyes, a black suit with black dress shoes, a black backpack, and what seemed to be a small baseball cap with golden horns, not to mention his mini golden scepter in hand.

And last, was the fourth one, which was a small blonde haired boy, with an American t-shirt, sky blue jeans, blue soft eyes, and an American flag backpack and mini American flag shield in hand.

"Alright class! Meet the new classmates! Please introduce yourselves!" Mrs Stanford said happily, pushing them to the front of the class.

The first boy shrugged, setting his bag down.

"Hi I'm Stephen Vincent Strange. I have a big sister named Stacy and little baby brother oliver. I named my coat levi too! I'm currently 7 years old!" Stephen smiled, holding his red coat in triumph.

The second kid stepped forward, swinging his mini hammer aside of him.

"Hello fellow mortals! I am thor! Son of odin! Here at your presence! I'm the god of Thunder and very much enjoy snakes! I can cast lightning by the fury of my mighty hammer Mljonir!! For I am an all mighty god!!" Thor exclaimed at the top of his lungs, holding his hammer into the air.

The third kid rolled his eyes, stepping forward.

"Hello mewling quims. I am Loki, god of mischief. Dare do not mess with all mighty me or I will enclose your dreams with pure envy and evil and fury. My nitwit stepbrother, thor, is quite stupid but do not perceive me. Do not underestimate my power or I'll show you who's boss" Loki growled deeply, slamming his scepter onto the floor.

"U-uhmm.. ok.." Mrs Stanford awkwardly giggled.

The fourth kid set his baseball cap into his hand, resting it upon his chest as if he were saluting the American flag.

"Hello there. I'm Steve Rogers. I'm just a kid from Brooklyn who adores baseball. I hope to one day serve my country." Steve beamed, grabbing his bag.

Mrs Stanford beamed, as all other classmates gently clapped from their introductions.

"Well alright class! Let these four boys find seats near you and get to meet them!"

The four boys shuffled, finding empty seats that were possibly near them.

I watched in awe, wondering who I'd end up with. Stephen? Almighty thor? Scary loki? Soldier Steve? I didn't know!

Immediately, I saw Steve proudly take a seat near Bucky and T'challa. Bucky was a small American boy who had a neat metal arm T'challa, an African prince, gave him for his 7th birthday.

I glanced on over, seeing thor and loki sit right next to each other. Thor seemed to love it but loki seemed like he wasn't quite pleased. The other classmates in their group near them was Natasha and Clint. Natasha was a beast girl I was friends with. She would beat anyone to the ground if you stole her chocolate chip cookie. Clint was a rad awesome dude who was obsessed with archery and hoped to become an archer someday.

I glanced on over to Stephen, seeing him now head towards me.

He sat down, setting his bag onto the side of his chair, and looked right at me.

"Wow. Nice to meet ya pal! Your dad is kinda famous huh?" Stephen smiled.

"Yeah." I responded, shrugging.

"Neat-o!" He said, beaming.

Soon, after seeing everyone trying in Math, it was recess time, so I headed on out.

I saw the other classes head out, until I had seen a bully come right towards me.

It was a large boy named Cristian, who envied me for having a rich father.

"Hey punk. I noticed how you never ever take off your baseball cap. Is there a reason why??? What're you hiding huh??"  Cristian smiled, as I met him under a yellow slide.

Right behind him were two other jocks, as he cracked his knuckles.

I stepped back, being led into the middle of the playground, right in the sand.

"What ya gonna do PUNK? Go and cry to your mommy???" Cristian said, laughing aloud.

My palms grew sweaty, and I glanced over to where the teachers should be supervising.

They weren't there.

Cristian laughed, being amused by my pale state.

"Ooooo!! Tony's scareeeeeddd!!!" He laughed.

In a flash, he grabbed my red baseball cap.

And revealed my brown soft cat ears.

Everything stopped.

The only people who knew about my neko self was my parents.

Now the whole 1st grade knew.

I tried not to cry, as Cristian yanked out my cat tail, throwing me onto the ground and throwing piles and piles of dirt upon my face.

The whole first grade watched fully surprised.

"WHAT A FREAK!!!" Cristian laughed, as he and his friends threw piles of dirt upon my scrawny body.

I wept, as I felt the dirty sand blur my vision.

Suddenly, Stephen ran in front of them,  looking right at them.

"STOP YOU JERKS! HE'S NOT ALONE!" Stephen screamed, removing his cap.

I looked, and gasped.

He had ears too.

He reached into his pants, and right then and there, pulled out a large bushy wolf tail.

"I'M PART WOLF!! YOU GOT A PROBLEM THERE HUH? I'LL TEAR YOU INTO PIECES IF YOU EVER TOUCH HIM AGAIN!!" He growled, flashing his large wolf fangs right them.

Cristian's eyes widened, as they all ran away for their lives.

I rubbed my eyes.

Did I just meet someone...

Just like me??

Stephen grabbed my arm, pulling me right up.

"Sorry bout that pal. What's your name hm?" Stephen said, looking into my eyes.

"Tony. Tony stark." I said, dusting myself off.

"Stephen. Stephen Strange." He said, shaking my hand.

I smiled.

As the day went over I easy able to make friends with all the new kids, which ironically, didn't see me get bullied during recess. All of them.

But my pain didn't end their, no.

I headed back home, happily smiling as I waved goodbye to my good friend Stephen.

I opened the front door, and left my bag on the living room floor, heading right into my room to go to sleep early .

Until that is, my father spotted me.

"Hey mister!! What do you think your doing huh??!!" My father yelled, slightly drunk.

"S-sleeping.." I said, shaking.

"No you're not you disappointment! I can't believe I raised you, you little fucker! Coming in and wanting to sleep like that! Tsk! You don't deserve it at all you little punk!" He yelled, kicking me.

"Get you ass out of my face and go clean the fucking dishes you utter cripple!" He screamed, as I bled from my face and eyelids, my face forming bruises from his strong punches.

"Y-yes dad.." I said, crying and heading to the kitchen.

"Go you little son of a bitch!!!"  He screamed, pointing at the direction.

From that day on, I was abused daily, and my mother would be worried sick.

I would show up to school, full of bruises and cut the teachers wouldn't noticed.

And the other thing was..

As soon as I entered 2nd grade, I was hoping I'd be with Stephen.

Sadly... he switched schools, causing me to turn sad and lonely.

And ever since the big reveal.. no one wanted to be friends with me.

I kept being bullied daily, and abused by my father, with no one to defend me and make me happy.

By the fifth grade, my parents suddenly died from an airplane crash.

Causing me to live by myself with billions of dollars.

I was able to get an engineering degree and become the one and only iron man.

I now own a multi-billion company.

Co-Ceo of the Avengers..

But life... isn't easy.

Everyone thinks that it is.. but it isn't when you're sadly alone.

I now live alone with no partner in my own mansion.

Owning anything I could possibly want..

I also have a son is had adopted, who's named in Peter Parker, who is also surprisingly spiderman.

I have everything I could possibly want anything in the world...

But why...

Am i still sad...?

Why am I not satisfied....

For why am I embarrassed from my neko self??

Why???

To this day forward.. I still think about Stephen..

His daring eyes.. his sappy smile...

...was it meant to be??....

Everytime I cry alone, when I'm depressed.. and when I'm ashamed of my cat self...

I always remember one thing...

That always helps...

That always makes me feel better...

          ....I'm not the only one....

A/N
YAYYYY FIRST CHAPTERRRR!!

I really hoped I improved in writing and really wanted this to be good sooooo....

Hopefully it's good 4 uuuu

It's 12:44 am oh shit.

Anyway I hope you enjoyed this and I'm looking forward to the new plot I'm creating for this book♡

Ironstrange is my l i t e r a l  otp so I finally had the guts to make a fan fic about them uwu

Anyway, i gtg now. CYA LATERS♡♡♡♡

*yeets thyself*

-author