This idea just popped into my head...I don't know if it will work or not. Let's find out!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Marvel. I do own Emma, Freyr, Henry, and Mike.
Technically Freyr is Norse Mythology, but I created the Marvel version.
"It is done."
The room was dimly lit, with bits of light flickering on the assorted beakers and bits of metal. The speaker in the room was holding a syringe, with a ghostly blue liquid inside.
"I have finally excelled where others...have failed!" He gleefully whispered to himself. He cackled; throwing his head back quickly. He turned to a table, where a boy was strapped on. The boy was asleep, his body moving slowly up and down. The man came to the boy's side, pluned in the syringe, and marveled at his work; hoping that it wouldn't fail.
It failed. Or in this case, ran away.
-break-
Tony Stark was in a bad mood. A very bad mood. The week had all been planned out; he would be finishing up Stark tower, appear on the "Tonight Show", and spend 'quality time' with Pepper. None of this included taking care of, and losing, his neice. Or finding out some crazy guy perfected the Cpt. America project. Or letting a teenage demigod lose in New York. But those are all stories for later; right now we need to meet Emma Stark.
Emma was 16 and had her temporary Driver's License. She lived in Manhattan with her dad, who was an insurance agent. He was suddenly called away on a trip, and dumped his daughter on the nearest relative. Emma loved her family, and though she would never admit it, she loved her Uncle Tony the best. Not because he was a billionaire, or because he was Iron Man, but because he was brave. A playboy, but brave. Somewhere along the line the feeling's mutual, but like Emma, Tony would never admit it either.
Sure, Tony loved kids. But when Emma was going through the usual little girl unicorn stage, she built a unicorn. That shot lasers. Emma never wanted to be a ballerina, she wanted to be a Pokemon Master. She was now at the rock-star/boy band stage, and instead, she wanted to be a biologist. Tony thought this was all great, but the fact that a 16-year old could almost match his intelligence was scary. Another thing about Emma was that she loved pranks and causing trouble. And who better to prank than beloved Uncle Tony?
At one point in the begining of the week, after Tony found a lizard in his underwear drawer, he had said to Pepper, "I can't take care of a kid!". Emma, who had been walking by, had muttered 'Then stop spending quality time with each other' and ran to her room before her uncle could respond.
In short, Tony was not amused.
Tuesday Afternoon was the worst. Here we find Tony, relaxing in his living room along with Pepper, when out of the elevator came Thor, a teenage blonde dressed like Thor, Nick Fury, Steve, and Bruce(it was not a cozy elevator).
"Woah, woah, woah. What's going on?' Tony asked, startled. Thor pushed the boy out.
"Tony Stark, this is my younger brother, Freyr. He had been brought to earth..." Thor started.
"For purposes not to be mentioned." Fury finished. "We are watching him until further notice."
"This place is fascinating." Freyr said. "Very large, good for keeping necessities and battle strategy." He looked around once more. "And I see you have a woman, Mr. Stark. Very good for cleaning." Thor quickly covered his brother's mouth.
"I apologize, Pepper Potts. My brother had not learned respect for women yet." He said. Pepper smiled.
"It's okay, Tony used to be like that. And it's wonderful to see you all again." She said sweetly.
"Is there a place we can put him?" Bruce interrupted. "Because there is buisness to attend to."
"Um, yeah. Emma can watch him. Emma!" Tony shouted.
"That's not the best idea." Fury said.
"Why is that sir?" Steve said along with another voice, which made everyone jump. The brunette was smirking, she loved sneaking up behind people.
"Hello there Emma." The director said. "Could you please entertain Freyr for me?" Emma nodded. She walked up to the boy, and when he did not speak nor move, she grabbed his hand and pulled him down the hallway.
"How dare you touch me, woman!" He shouted on the way.
"I have a feeling that my uncle hates me." Emma said. "This will be interesting."
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