Hi everyone!!! So this ideas been in my head for a while, so I decided to finally write it out!!! This takes place a little after Ultron. What is civil war or infinity war am I right???? *awkward laughter* anyway I'm just going to start the story now.

Please review so I have inspiritation because no inspiration means no story :(

Disclaimer: I do not CURRENTLY own marvel or any of its characters. (I'm working on it)

Tony's P.O.V

"Avengers Assemble!" The call had come little more than an half hour ago. Apparently Loki had escaped agian. "Asgard really doesn't know how to keep someone in jail." Tony quipped as Loki sent a ball of magic to him. "Not the time Tony." Steve said through gritted teeth blocking a wave of magic with his shield. Natasha sent a punch at Loki as he simply smirked and ducked away. "Brother," Thor started. "I'm not your broth- Loki hissed, But was interrupted by a laser to his cheek. Loki turned to face Tony. "You dare attack me?" Loki had a ball of magic aimed at Tony in the blink of an eye. Steve making an attempt to stop him sent his shield to Loki, which he simply side stepped. "I've been waiting to do this since New York, have fun." Loki said with a manic grin. The magic was sent straight to Tony. Tony saw a white blob of energy coming at him and hit him with a "thud!"

At first, Tony felt nothing. He was about to quip about the sorcerers magic being 'all for show' when he felt the shearing pain in his shoulder. Tony felt the world started to spin. He faintly heard a mash of noises, calling for someone. His vision blurred.

Then-

Nothing.

1 hour later

Steve's P.O.V.

Steve wasn't sure if his eyes were failing him after him and one surprisingly strong Natasha hauled Tony's unconscious body into the quinjet and stripped him of his armor. The person before them had curly brown locks drooping his forehead, and looked like a teenager. Clint peaked over at the the kid.

Bruce was the first to break the silence from his place inside the quinjet in case they called a code green. "It looks like how he looked in pictures..."

"Soooooo, does that mean we know it's really Stark and not just another one of Loki's tricks?" Clint asked tentatively.

"Well I mean, obviously we will have to do some more blood tests to make sure, but for now we need to assume it is Tony." Bruce replied.

Clint rolled his eyes, "obviously." He mocked with a smirk.

Natasha was silent, observing the teenager version of Tony. "What are you thinking?" Steve asked. Knowing how Natasha could think of every possible situation. "We should probably cuff him." She said finally.

"Nat, have you gone insane we can't just go around cuffing 15 year olds!" Clint scoffed.

"Clint," The female asssian started. "This could just be one of Loki's tricks."

"Did you just listen to a thing Bruce just said? He's most likely Tony as a kid!" The archer replied.

"Most likely, Clint. Do you really want to be the reason Loki starts another war?"

"Bu-" before Clint could respond Steve interrupted him.

"I don't like it either, but it's the right thing to do. And don't worry, once we have his blood tested we will know for sure and take the cuffs of him."

Clint sighed and pinched his nose.

"Fine."

Back at the Avengers facility

"Your telling me, that Loki not only escaped but you all," The man paused to glare at them. "ALSO let him turn Stark into a kid?" A very angry one-eyed man fumed. "What were you all thinking?" Well in all honesty Steve hadn't really been thinking as he was too worried about Tony falling out of the sky. So of course Steve felt he had to defend himself. "We had a man down. We couldn't just leave him!" Director Fury gave him a pointed look. "I didn't say you had to leave him," he said emphasizing leave.

Steve opened his mouth, then closed it agian.

Oh.

Steve hadn't thought of that.

1 hour later

Teen Tony's P.O.V.

Tony's eyes shot open immediately observing every centimeter of the room. He sat up. White walls. Plain curtains. What was he sitting on? Oh s* a hospital bed. He probably got really drunk last night. That explains why he had such a killer headache. A man with curly brown hair and glasses stood in front of him. Next to him stood another man. He was bald with a eyepatch over one of his eyes.

Oh no.

Tony thought.

Oh. No.

He recognized him from his Aunt Peggy's work.

That's Fury. Oh great, he was probably caught up in some major government business. Fury opened his mouth to speak but Tony spoke first.

"First of all, whatever you think I did I didn't do it. I was in my dorm room with James Rhodes and he will 100% say I'm innocent of whatever your charging me of." Not a complete lie. Rhodey would say he was innocent. But he was pretty sure he just got Rhodey involved in a government incident. Oops?

The man with curly brown hair gave him a small smile. We're not accusing you of anything."

"Mhm." He rolled his eyes. "that's why Agent Nick Fury is standing next to you and 2 security guards are blocking the exit. I might be 15 but I'm not an idiot. Am I being kidnapped? Just so you don't waste your time here, I'll just let you know now that Howard won't pay ransom. Unless your going to make me build something. What do you want? You know what don't awnser that I'm not making anything for you or your stupid shie-

"Enough." Fury interrupted. "Your in the future."

Tony looked up at that statement. "The future?"

"It's 2019." The guy said.

"Ummm cool? I guess. Who are you?" The small Stark asked.

"I'm Bruce, Bruce Banner, we work togather."

"Right..." Tony raised his eyebrows at this. "You really expect me to believe all that?"

"We don't need you too. Just change and we'll show you your room."

Tony felt the piece of fabric hit him square in the face. "Ow." But of course he was ignorined.

Don't try to leave."

Later

"And this is the common room, the avengers come here a lot too eat and socialize. And I guess that's it for the mini tour." Dr. Banner, his apparent future coworker told him.

Dr. Banner hesitated.

"Don't let the other avengers freak you out too much." He had added.

Then, a coincidental entrance straight out of a novel.

"Don't let who freak who out?" A huge blonde man asked, waking in. "Also, what happened to Thor?"

He was followed by two other figures. A smaller blonde man, and a redhead women.

"He was called off world, I think he has a lead on Loki." Mr. Banner had responded.

Everything had started to blur togather.

"Whose that?" He heard someone say.

"Looks like the mini-Stark got out of the medbay." Said another.

"Why didn't you tell us?" One asked.

But Tony payed them no mind. He could barely breathe. He had freezed as soon as he had seen the huge blonde figure.

That was Steve. friking. Rodgers.

Captain. America.

Aka the person, Howard-his father- spent his life looking for.

"Hey kid you good over there?" The man introduced as Clint had asked

Those words slapped Tony back to the harsh reality we call life.

"What- yeah. Fine. I'm fine." He amended. His gaze never leaving Steve Rodgers.

"Are you sure your fine, no residual side effects?" Doctor Banner asked, suspicious.

"No, why?" He spoke quickly.

"Well you are shaking kid," Mr. Barton had answered shaking his head with a small smirk.

He brought his hand up in front of his face to look at it. "Oh right, that." In all honestly Tony hadn't even realized he was trembling until Mr. Barton had pointed it out for him.

"Hi, I'm Captain America. You can call me Steve." Mr. Rodgers held out his hand to shake.

No. There was no way in heck would Tony ever shake hands, or be on first name basis with the guy that practically ruined his childhood. He was the reason Howard had hated him.

"Why can't you be like him?"

"Stop trying to be a hero."

"If Rodgers were here, he'd slap some sense in you."

"Stop trying."

Howard's words swirled around his brain. Like a artist painting swirls into a canvas. More swirls. And more and more. Each stoke based of another. Not original. Never original. He would always just be Howard's son. But the truth is, no one ever wants another copy, a rewrite.

"Hey," A different voice this time.

"Hey kid!"

"Stark!"

"Tony, up here!"

He looked up at Mr. Barton in front of him. Concern etching his whole figure. "Your having a panic attack. Just match my breathing, come on you got this. Ok good, your doing great. Let's just go to your room. It's alright."

He barley heard the whispering from the others.

The, "I'm sorry guys, I didnt know."

The, "Why did he react like that."

Even a, "I thought he'd be like all rich kids..."

"Didn't we all." Another had added.

Hushed voices echoing. Always echoing.

Mr. Barton practically carried him to his room, as Tony was still hyperventilating, frozen to the ground. Stuck. Frozen. Like a structure in a museum. One that took the sculpturer years to make, but was only glanced at for a second, before the onlooker found something more interesting, more worthwhile, to look at. Jarvis, his amazing butler, had always said Tony spoke through metaphors. And he was beginning to get why he thought that.