Re: Meeting the missus
"I will," Howard said as he watched Maria walk from the room, eyes twinkling slightly at what he saw. You sure have good taste, Stark!
He moved around the room, coming to a wall where framed pictures were hung, and stopped in his tracks. There were photos of someone who could only be Tony as a child, the same eyes and cheekbones staring out at him from the paper. He moved from one to the other slowly, his smile widening when he saw one of his son with a small model that looked something like the jetpack Howard had in sketches on his office desk.
"Chip off the old block!" he murmured happily to himself as he looked at the next picture.