Anthony Stark
Tony had awoken only minutes ago, he had a strange dream where everyone shrunk to the size of a peanut, but, of course, it was only a nightmare. Unfortunately, he had fallen asleep by a mirror, and as he rose his head, a young reflection of himself stared back at him. Tony screamed, as the early memory of Loki's treachery all rushed back to him. It was unbearable. He shuddered, his face smooth as a baby's bottom, no facial hair, with a 'feminine' likeness to his bone structure. Tony had to be around his early teens, he quivered at the thought, Right after puberty.