Tony, Tony

TWENTY-THREE

"Jarvis, is that the late poppa Stark?" Tony said in a slow, wide-eyed, eyebrows-raised, cocky sort of way like he used to when he was feeling more like himself... only sadder and dirtier. Stark pointed at the man whose image was frozen--and probably permanently burned into--his television screen.

I suppose Jarvis has cameras in the house or X-ray vision satellites or something, because he replied, "His name is John Slattery. He is an actor who has appeared in numerous television shows and movies. In this instance, you are watching a series called Mad Men where Mr. Slattery plays a supporting role."

Tony took a deep breath before screaming, "WHO ASKED YOU, JARVIS?"

"You did, Mr. Stark."

Stark muttered under his breath, "It's poppa Stark. I just know it is. Jarvis is wrong sometimes, right? Mom's gotta be in here somewhere too. I just have to find her." Tony began frantically scrolling through a series of streaming services, frantically trying to find his parents--the dead ones.