USA, New York,1940
Alexander and Dobby's vision turned back to normal and Alexander looked around. He was sitting in a big office.
In front of him, Dobby sat. "What the hell Dobby. When did you beco an army Colonel?"
"I don't know, boss. Look at yourself in the mirror, you are a Major General." Dobby replied.
Without thinking much, he took out his mobile phone and looked at the new ssage nad 'mories'.
Suddenly information started to flow into his mind.
[mory]
Alexander Maxim Universe - an Orphan, grew on streets fighting for food.
Birth year - 1890
Current age - 50
Address - E 69th street New York NY, USA(he owned the whole street. From the East River to the Central Park.)
Occupation - U.S. army officer since the First World War.
Current Rank - Major General
Founder and Director of STRATEGIC SCIENTIFIC RESERVE.
Deputy Director - Colonel Chester Phillips.
Alexander could rember so highly notable events that happened in his life in that world till now. He had fought in the First World war. He was just a Major back then. He bravely fought and commanded many dangerous missions. For his service, he received a dal of Honour from the U.S. side and a Victoria Cross from Britain.
After that, most of his ti was spent in the U.S. dealing with various defense projects.
Alexander always had Dobby as his second in command wherever he went.
In 1932, Alexander t a very talented 15-year-old boy in a school where he had gone to give a lecture. The kid was studying there on a full scholarship and was about to graduate soon.
He went to the boy and talked.
"What's your na, son?" He asked. He was in his full military attire.
"M-My na is Howard Anthony Walter Stark, sir." The boy replied. He must have so personal issues which must have made him so ek.
"Well, what are you going to do after school?" He asked.
"Umm... I don't know, work in the factory?" He muttered.
"Why not go to college?" He inquired.
"My father won't let . I need to make money so my family can eat, my mother is sick so I have no other choice, sir." He said, getting a bit emotional when he talked about his mother.
"Hmm... Let's go and grab so lunch. I am hungry, follow ." He said and took him to the old style wild west saloon bar that Dobby had opened on 69th Street. It was closest to Central Park. Dobby had wanted to do this for a while and who was he to deny him. The free elf was a part-ti bartender now.
"Ummm... Sir, I am underage." Howard spoke.
"Haha... We aren't drinking. This place makes the best cheeseburger. Let's eat those." He walked in.
Dobby brought the delicious burgers and a Butterbeer for him. It was a special creation of the Dobby's bar nad 'Westeros'. Butterbeer and Firewhiskey both were exclusives here too.
"So, tell
about your family, kid. What does your father do?" He asked and took a bite.
"Nothing except beating
and mom" Howard spoke under his breath, thinking Alexander couldn't hear him.
"So your father beats you and your mom. What does your mom do?"
Howard's eyes were wide open in shock when his words were heard.
"Don't look at
like that, they don't call
a war hero for nothing, I can hear stuff from miles away. Besides, getting beaten or beating soone isn't rare in this day and age. Even I grew alone on the streets. An orphan boy in the 1900s didn't have many options to gather food you know." He nonchalantly said.
Howard felt sad for Alexander. Who knew that the war hero had such a tragic past.
"My mother works in a factory and sews shirtwaists. Father sells fruits. Barely making ends et. Father also has a drinking problem and when he's drunk he doesn't talk. Only his belt talks." Howard grimaced.
"So it's all about money in the end. Hey, son, let
tell you. You are a shining light amongst a place full of fused bulbs. Now you can keep on shining or turn into a fused bulb. Follow
if you choose the first one." Alexander stood up and walked out.
He waited at the door for a minute before Howard ca out running.
"Haha... Get into the car," Alexander happily bood.
"Where are we going, sir?" He asked.
"To your ho and deal with your father once and for all," he replied.
"No, sir..."
"Ah... I'm not going to kill him. I will make him divorce your mother. The bar we just went to is short on managing staff. The giant guy you just saw was Colonel Dobby, my second in command. Your mother will run the bar in his absence and she'll be paid 5 tis what she's being paid now and she'll also be given an apartnt to live above the bar. Or if she likes any other place on this street, I can give it to her. I own the street you know."
"What! You own the street?" He shockingly asked.
"Hold tight"
Alexander had modified the 2 seater 1930 Duesenberg Model J Skiff and went faster than any car in the world.
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The car zood through with a roaring engine sound. Howard just tightly hung on to whatever he could.
Soon they ca to the lower east side. Howard and his family lived in a small 2 room apartnt in a rundown complex.
It was already evening so Mr. And Mrs. Stark were already at ho. Alexander put on a trench coat and a hat and walked beside Howard.
"You look like a hired killer in those clothes you know." He scoffed.
"Haha... If I was on an assassination mission then you'd not have even heard ." Alexander said.
For so reason Howard shuddered, realizing that it was probably true.
Soon they ca to the 4th floor and knocked on the door. His mother opened the door.
She was a woman in her early 40s and already had white hair on her head. Her face also looked wrinkled, making her look older than she actually was.
"Welco ho, dear. Oh, who is the guest." She warmly asked.
Alexander quickly diagnosed her body and found her to have a high fever.
~*sigh* mothers are really strange creatures. Always ready to sacrifice their own happiness and health for their children~ he thought. He waved his hand and healed her.
"Mom, this is Mr. Universe. He ca to our school today and thinks I have a bright mind." Howard introduced.
"Oh, please co in sir." She happily invited him in.
There wasn't much furniture in the house and whatever there was, was in a very bad condition.
Then ca the man of the hour.
"Argh... Who is it? Howard? Why are you so late? I'll teach you a lesson," his father yelled.
"Howard, please bring a bucket of water and throw it on him. Can't talk like this now, can we?" Alexander recomnded.
Howard quickly went to the bathroom and brought a bucket. He probably wanted to do it for a long ti as his face was showing a smile.
*Splash*
His father fell on the floor and started making sounds. Soon he was sober enough to talk.
"Alright, Mr. Stark. I will only say this once so you better keep your ears open. Tomorrow morning, the first thing you will do is go and hire a lawyer and file for a divorce with your wife. If you do that then I'll give you a hundred thousand dollars. If you don't do that then I'll throw you in jail. The choice is yours"
Mrs. Stark was shocked and wanted to say sothing, but Howard grabbed her hand and signaled for her to stay quiet.
"Who the hell are you?" He asked.
"Currently, I am your way to get 100 grand. But I can also beco your worst nightmare if you want." Alexander spoke and secretly showed him his gun.
"Yes, I'll do as you say, sir. I will go tomorrow and file for a divorce." Mr. Stark replied. Alexander had also used so magic to make sure that the man kept his word.
"Alright, Howard. Pack yours and your mother's stuff and co down. I'll be waiting in the car." He said and went out of the house.
Howard quickly told everything to his mother and that she'd have a new job and ho soon. She was reluctant, but for Howard, she followed.
Later Alexander settled them in a nice apartnt above the Westeros Bar. He also sponsored Howard to go to MIT and get his degrees. He ended up doing multiple degrees in chanical and Electrical engineering.
After completing his studies he ca to Alexander for help in starting his own company. By then Alexander and Howard had established a good Grandfather Grandson relationship.
"Grandpa, I want to start my own tech company. Can you help
get funds?" He excitedly asked. His shyness had gone away and confidence of being a genius had kicked in. But he never acted cocky in front of him as he knew that Alexander was smarter than him.
"Haha... Sure, son. Even I own a company. It's called Nevaeh Industries. Let's do this, I'll invest in your new company. You can make
a shareholder in return." He suggested. Alexander's company, Navaeh, only dealt with the dical industry. Like dical equipnt and dicines. Currently, it wasn't registered in the Stock market though. In his own world, he had a similar company.
He didn't try to start a tech company because he knew that he would end up monopolizing everything with his big brain. Then there would never be a Howard Stark or Tony Stark.
"How many shares do you want?" Howard asked without thinking.
"15% and for this, I'll give you 100 million dollars. Will that be enough to kickstart?" He asked.
"Yes... I can do so much with that. Thanks, Grandpa. I'll go tomorrow to register it" he excitedly said.
"What are you going to na it?"
"I was thinking, UniStark Industries," he suggested. All he had was because of Alexander so he wanted to honor him.
"Nice na but you shouldn't use my na with it. So people will target you otherwise. Just na it Stark Industries." Alexander corrected.
"But..."
"I know what you wanted to do, son. It's the thought that counts and that's enough for . Now go and fill out the form for tomorrow." He shooed him away.
Howard quickly got up and hugged him, "Thank you for everything, Grandpa," he said and ran away.
Just in so years, Howard was able to procure many military contracts for his company without his help. Still, he did help sotis though. Stark Industries had beco an Arican household na in just a few years.
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