08-28-2016, 02:37 PM
"I can't even go out and party anymore," he joked, "so caffeine is the least of my qualms." Tony made a gesture with his hands. "See, that's the thing. I don't want it to work. After all that stuff with Ultron and what have you, you think people really think that that conceited billionaire definitely-not-a-genius can raise a kid? Or two? Or however many? And when the news gets out I'm just doing this for the will there'll be chaos." It was something about how the rich got richer but money was never a happiness factor for Tony. In fact, sometimes he wished he wasn't rich and he didn't have all the power he did because living a simple life in the suburbs with a plain old job sounded nice occasionally. If he didn't get the will, then it would sit there. He had plans to donate some of the money but there would always be people who disliked the fact he had vitro done just to get a few million dollars out of it. He didn't blame them. "I'll call her later, or tomorrow. I dunno. I'll see how it goes."