Disclaimer: Do not own Harry Potter or Fullmetal Alchemist not even The Avengers, just this piece of creative writing. Possible spoilers, you are hereby informed.

Story background & setting:

The worlds of Harry Potter & Fullmetal Brotherhood are both hidden places in which special people (Wizards, Witches & Alchemists) live. Wizards, Witches & Alchemists can all use energies from the earth and air conforms to the Equivalent Exchange Rule.

The Wizards & Witches mostly stay hidden and cut off from technology but the Alchemists tries to integrate technology and Alchemy in Amestris, even advancing the technology in some aspects and less develop in other aspects e.g. prosthesis.

I will be taking a side-step –not too much, I hope- to some of the characters in the FMA-brotherhood and HP and claim this move under creative license.

Glossary:

"Blah blah." Spoken words.

~Blah blah. ~ Thoughts.

*Blah blah.* Spoken words in other language.

Chapter I – Born As The Seventh Month Dies

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"I am going to the drop the cards," he said, and he knew that somewhere Agent Coulson was about to have a fit. He put the cards down carefully, and folded his hands.

Dark of hair and eyes, strength balanced with a six feet tall body, Anthony Edward Stark was called many names, industrialist, genius inventor, consummate playboy and a chief weapons manufacturer for the U.S. military.

"The truth is, I'm not the heroic type. I've had a lot of indiscretions in my days. I've made a lot of mistakes. Some of you know more than others," he said pointedly looking at the reporter of Vanity Fair magazine, Christina Everhart.

"But the fact of the matter is, in all honesty …" he smiled and said the sentence that would be plastered all over tomorrow's newspaper with his picture accompanying it:

"I am Iron Man."

And that's when all hell broke loose as the reporters clamored to have their questions heard and answered.

Tony Stark didn't depart the podium the way he came in. Instead he went forward, moving through the crowd. Pepper watched in utter astonishment as the crowd actually parted for him. The reporters were still hurling questions, but it was from a respectful distance.

It occurred to her abruptly that that had never happened before. The press, the public, had been fascinated by Tony Stark, intrigued by him, appalled, amused, and a dozen other things. But pure respect for what he had just said.

He walked up to her and stopped.

"How is he? Any new development from the hospital?" Tony asked urgently.

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SOME THIRTY HOURS EARLIER

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"Just do it!"

"Are you still on the roof?"

"Pepper, we don't have a choice," Tony's voice came from overhead. "We have to stop him! Do it now!"

Pepper hit all the switches, praying that she didn't just killed her boss, and then dove under the consoles for cover as the world went steel blue.

Above Tony braced himself for it, and it came; an electromagnetic pulse, flashing upward along the reactor. The searing flash of the EMP is momentarily halted between the satellite dishes. Then it surged outward, turning both Tony and the Iron Monger into statues as the pulse knocks out both their power and electronics. Being closer the Iron Monger conducted most of that powerful outbust, electricity surged mercilessly through the Iron Monger and Stane. The blast continued, unstoppable, radiating concentrically outward, rendering everything dark in its wake. Tony was completely paralyzed. Everything was offline, even his chest reactor. The metal is back to seeking his heart. The Iron Monger with the unconscious or dead Stane toppled over and tumbled down, into the wild and erratic dance of electromagnetism and electricity.

Tony, still paralyzed, watched him go. He waited to feel something – disgust, triumph, anger … anything. Instead he felt nothing, even as the reactor that will save his heart rebooted and came back online.

The roof, weakened by the incredible heat generated by the surge, buckled and with a long metallic groan gave way completely dropping Tony in after Stane. The landing knocked the breath out of him so hard that for several seconds Tony could not even draw breath to whimper in pain.

Tony forced his aching body to move at the sound of a soft moan, his body refused to obey he could only move his head to look up. He had expected to see Stane alive, he saw him but definitely not alive, not with a two by two rebar sticking into his chest keeping Stane's body up in some gruesome kneeling pose as if in prayer.

No, the moan was not from Stane, it came from the center of the only light source since the Arc reactor blew-out. Tony's eyes widened, a limp body of a young man hung, suspended in mid air turning slowly like some display item. Tony struggled onto his feet and straggled closer for a better look. He had Aryan(1) like looks with braided shoulder-length hair so rich blond it looked like strands spun from pure gold.

Blue/white electromagnet and other forms of energies arced and danced almost playfully about and through the teen's body. Tony blinked, the teen seemed smaller than before. Tony shook his head and looked again, the teen was losing his stature which was not that tall to begin with, his features were getting softer until the teen was no longer a teenager but a little child about eight or nine years old.

The golden headed child groaned again and weakly opened his eyes that were the same gold as his hair. With uncannily sense those pain-filled golden eyes sought and locked onto Tony's.

"H-help … plea-se."

A plea so weak and soft Tony was not sure if it was actually spoken; yet it was so compelling that he reached out to the little body in spite of the surging energies. Just in time, with a last wild dance over the child's body the electromagnet and other forms of energies gently, almost lovingly lowered the little body into Tony's out stretched arms before vanishing totally.

"I gotcha."

Tony gently cupped the soft round cheek and frowned with worry, the child's skin was very cold to the touch, blood wept from an open wound on the forehead. Slapping lightly on the too pale cheek, Tony tried to keep the child awake, something told him that if the child was to lose consciousness he would not awake again.

"Hey, kid; look at me. Stay awake. What's your name, kid?"

"Edward Elric." The weak voice whispered before those golden eyes rolled back.

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Foot note:

(1) Wikipedia - Aryan race

Writer's Note:

Special thanks to Wolf Dragon Demon for taking the time to BETA this chapter.

Why did I go mix these three fandoms? Well, there was no story about Iron Man and Fullmetal Alchemist before mine. But a story of Tony Stark and Edward Elric together is too good to pass up. I didn't watch FMA the 1st anime version, but I do have the complete manga. We all know how much a sticker Truth is about equivalent exchange; I didn't want Edward to pay that high a toll to the Gate and Truth.

So how to get Edward into Tony Stark's world?

Then when I saw explosion of the Arc Reactor in Iron Man 1 and it all click together. The perfect circle of the Arc Reactor to be the door a perfect mate to the Gate and release of energy ought to be enough to meet the toll of the Gate. Perfect.

Still in spite of being a softie for Edward Elric, I can't just let him through into Tony Stark's world without some form of toll to the Gate, hence his de-aging and lose of memory. We really can't have Edward Elric as a Mary Sue, can we?

So, ladies and gents, what do you think?

Silence is a story-teller's worst critic. Please, please do post your thoughts of this story in the Reviews; your questions, opinions and reviews are my creativity Gatorade. Seriously, I really want to improve my writing skills, so that's why I'm asking for your constructive feedbacks.

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