One Week Ago.

"Patch me through to Tony. What? No, I don't care if he's in an appointment, and I assure you he probably doesn't care much either. Patch me through now. What did you just say? Are you thick? I'm his brother, Jake. That's right. Yes, you have made a mistake."

The 19 year old Stark sighed and rolled his eyes at his reflection in the mirror, simultaneously combing his jet black hair back with one hand. He blew himself a kiss before he turned and left the bathroom, ignoring the three sleeping females in his bed and shrugging on his leather jacket with an effortless cool, completing his outfit, which also consisted of black chinos and a pair of crimson All-Stars. He almost never wore a shirt underneath his signature leather jacket, opting rather to reveal his finely sculpted physique to the world. He caught his reflection in another mirror and winked cheekily.

To say that Jacob Stark was a little vain would be such an understatement it would probably be considered illegal in a few countries.

"Something wrong Jake?"

The young adult passed by the trio of girls again, but this time he acknowledged their unconscious forms with a mischievous smile. He dropped a few dollars on the bedside table, enough to pay for the luxurious hotel's overnight fee. Then he got on his Harley-Davidson and gunned it, tearing out of the car park.

"No no. No problems, was just letting you know I'm taking one of the jets out to Kyoto. Apparently there's a monastery there with some monks that have been cultivating a fighting style for hundreds of years now. It's actually pretty sick, they use the strength in your - "

"Okay okay okay! Although I appreciate the sentiment, you don't need to let me know when you take out a jet for one of your kung-fu expeditions. Travelling alone?"

Jacob laughed, the sun glinting off of his darkly tinted shades. His quiff faced terrible wind resistance as he rode but he didn't mind much. Anything could be fixed with some gel and a good comb.

"Good one Tony. I'm taking five."

There was a chuckle on the other end from his older brother. They were both playboys. But Tony knew that his sibling was sometimes excessive in his choice of company. Jacob was a big target for feminism organisations, and he'd already been the poster child for numerous campaigns against his and the accused rest of male kind's low regard of women's worth. Jacob strongly denied these claims. "I love women!" He would respond when interviewed, often coupled with a cheeky grin.

Allowed a reasonably large amount of access to his brother's funds, the boy had been travelling the world since his high school graduation and had been mastering every different fighting technique he could find. Sometimes even ones he couldn't.

"Be safe little brother."

Jacob said goodbye in between good natured cackling and pulled into one of Anthony Starks numerous airbases, coming to a stop beside a hangar. One of Starks on-field employees, put there to collect the young man's Harley whenever he came by, started towards the boy. Jake exchanged a knowing nod with the man and went to meet the five young beauties he had invited along, whistling jovially as he strode, coolly fixing his defeated quiff.

Jacob Stark had no idea that that day would be the first and last of his life.