A/N: Hello everyone! Kimberley here. This little (okay long) ditty has been sitting on my hard drive for a while now. I have this complete, and the sequel, but no one has seen it.
Y'all think it would be fun and games with Tony Stark coming to this world through a technological mishap? Think again!
(Part 1 of 5).
"Dara? Kimberley's outside." Her mother called upstairs.
"What?" Dara yelled back, standing up to see if her mother had lost it. 'She's on her way to Canada...'
Hoping over the gate, Dara quickly made her way downstairs. Her mother spotted her from her seat at her desk and pointed to outside. "Kimberley is out there."
Without another word Dara opened the door and stepped out. Dara glanced around, and then blinked. "Whoa, when mom said you were outside, I didn't believe her."
Kimberley nodded once, biting her lip.
"Not that I'm not glad you're here but, why are you here?" Dara frowned. Slowly her mind ticked over. "Did-"
"No." Kimberley shook her head as she spoke, and then resumed biting her lips. "I kinda have a problem."
"Oh God you're pregnant!" Dara almost yelled.
Laughter erupted from behind her, and Dara turned instantly, frowning. "I would hope not. Would ruin my plans for her."
"Ugh, I told you, not getting involved with you." Kimberley rolled her eyes as she blushed, a smile spreading on her face from his light flirting.
"Is-is that-are you-" Dara paused to clear her throat. "Are you Robert Downey Jr?"
"Second pretty lady to ask me that." He grinned and extended an arm. "No, I'm Tony Stark."
Dara paused with her hand halfway up. "Come again?"
"I haven't had chance to the first time yet." The man who claimed to be fictional story hero Tony Stark smirked.
Dara rolled her eyes, and then glanced at her friend. "What did you do?"
"Me?" Kimberley blinked, worry gone, replaced with irritation. "What the hell makes you think-"
"You have weird things happen all the time." Dara cut her off. "Not all of the time it seems believable but..."
Kimberley closed her eyes and counted to three before replying. "I was sitting in the plane, about two hours out from Scotland."
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Kimberley fiddled with the screen in front of her before sighing, reaching for the headphones on the empty seat next to her. 'Something to watch, something to watch...ugh, I've seen all these movies...Iron Man? Not into Superhero movies, but what the hell, I have six hours.'
After feeling about Kimberley found the earphone jack and stuck her headphones in, pressing play on the movie and settled in for the long haul.
Thirty minutes later she was yawning and trying not to continually roll her eyes. 'Okay, Downey is a hottie, but seriously?'
Tony Stark on screen smirked and said something flirty to his assistant, then resumed working on something. Sparks began to fly.
With an annoyed roll of her eyes Kimberley raised a hand to turn of the movie, the other yanking the headphones from their socket.
The plane began to rock with turbulence. The seat belt sign turned on. The lights flickered on and off and electricity bounced around the cabin, screams emitting from everyone from the youngest child, the oldest grandparent, the experienced flier and the petrified newbie's.
Kimberley closed her eyes and gripped her rose quarts in her hands as her head lowered, tears of horror and fear falling down her face. 'Just not in the ocean, please don't let me die in the ocean.'
"Whoa!" A male American voice yelped from beside her, causing Kimberley to transfer her worries to look at the man, who look awful familiar.
As soon as it all began, everything stopped. The plane levelled off, the cries of the passengers slowed. After a few minutes the stewards made their way around the cabin, offering limited first aid, pushing the oxygen masks back into their holders.
Kimberley reached inside her bag and withdrew a small first aid kit. She grasped the hand of a male steward and smiled. "Some Band-Aids, scissors, bandages, gauze, gloves and strong pain killers."
"Thank you ma'am." He replied with a smile, turning to his co-worker and passed it to her.
"Can't quiet place the accent?" The man from beside her began, one hand moving to brush her pony tail over her shoulder.
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"Wait, so what happened?" Dara asked, looking between her friend and the supposedly real Tony Stark from the movie.
"The lightning that hit the plane must have interacted somehow with the movie and whatever Mister Stark was working on, resulting in his getting pulled through the screen." Kimberley theorised. They looked down at her hands and lifted up a charred rock. "And I think this acted as a converter."
"Conductor." Tony whispered to her, leaning forward slightly from his spot on the wall of her house. "And I told you Kimberley, call me Tony."
"Okay, I'm having trouble believing this." Dara pointed to Tony. She turned to Kimberley. "Did you get a book contract, sell the rights or something? You're paying Robert Downing Jr, right?"
"The Sherlock guy?" Kimberley frowned.
Trying not to roll her eyes at her friends faked denseness; Dara could do nothing but nod.
Kimberley shook her head. "I'm telling you the truth!"
"What, so Iron Man came through your seat screen?" Dara scoffed.
"Pretty much." Kimberley shrugged.
Dara observed her friend, noting the suitcases and bags at her feet. She spotted the Marc Jacobs bag her friend had bought after publishing her first book. For two months after getting it, Dara knew it never even hovered above the ground; but now it lay on its side on the slightly muddy grass.
Then she noticed the light shaking of her friends' body. The small sheen on her eyes. 'Shit.' "You're telling the truth."
Kimberley nodded and her hand shot out to grab the wall of the house, her knees unsteady.
Tony, after being so uncharacteristically quiet, reached forward and placed a hand on Kimberley's shoulder. "May I?"
Kimberley nodded and Tony grinned. Dara raised an eyebrow. "I bribed him. If he let me explain, I-I would give him some more e-e-éclairs."
"Yummy things." Tony grinned, grabbing the Marc Jacobs bag from the ground and riffled through it, hand clasped around several of the Scottish candies. After popping one in his mouth, he grinned. "So, how are we getting me home?"
"Say what now?" Dara blinked.
"Well I can't remain here forever; my millions are back in my reality." Tony shrugged.
Rubbing a hand over her forehead Dara tried not to audibly sigh as her day off disappeared. "So how are we going to get him back?"
"I could build an inter dimensional hopper until I get back home." Tony popped another éclair into his mouth. "Or wait here till SHIELD swing back to pick me up."
"Are we sure they will do that?" Dara asked, leaning against the side of the wall.
Kimberley nodded, not looking up. "Probably to minimise the maximum damage that Stark can do when left to his own devices. They probably even have a prototype of their own with like a space suit for breathing all ready just in case."
"Where are you staying?" Dara changed subject, not wanting to continue and have her friend pass out before she got the relevant information.
"Anywhere with room." Tony grinned, smirking at Dara.
Dara gave him a glare that promised pain. "And how did you get here?"
"We're at the motel round the corner." Kimberley replied blatantly. "And Stark drove."
"He doesn't have a drivers licence!" Dara pointed out, and then blinked as Tony held out his wallet for her to view. "Or a car."
"Kimbo here hired one at the airport." Tony gave her a one armed hug and held her steady.
Rolling her eyes Dara nodded then continued her questioning. "What about your Canadian holiday?"
"Got everything changed to go through Kalamazoo airport. The first place we could land was Newark, so got a flight from there to Chicago, then on to Kala. I still leave on the same day, but uh, that sh-should be enough time to get him back home." Kimberley replied as she shrugged out of Tonys' hold.
"Him has feelings." Tony muttered in her ear.
Kimberley elbowed him.
"Less feelings in chest now, but still feelings." He fake wheezed.
"Buck up old man." Kimberley hissed at him.
"Hey less of the old!" Tony mock glared.
"Yeah, um, we gotta get him things, like shirts and trousers, hair cut..." Kimberley trailed off, grinned then muttered. "Zimmer frame."
Tony kept the glare up.
"Let me grab my keys." Dara sighed, already wishing she had never even opened her eyes this morning. "We can head to Wal*Mart 3 Rivers."
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Dara pushed the cart as Kimberley threw t-shirts towards it, observing her friend and their new male friend at the same time.
Tony grinned at the sales women, winking to a fair few.
"Why couldn't we just get these for him back in Scotland?" Dara muttered as Tony looked at underwear and grinned at Kimberley suggestively.
Kimberley blew air at a chunk of her hair. "Because Wal*Mart has clothes in sizes that he knows and are cheaper. Are you whining Dara?"
"Well it's my day off and I'm back at work shopping!" Dara snapped.
Kimberley instantly took a step back and put her hands on her hips. "It's not like I planned this. I'm supposed to be checking out Niagara Falls right about now!"
"I'm not saying that!" Daras' raised hush voice caused Tony to turn from his spot beside an employee and observe the two of them. "I'm just saying why can't this wait till next week before the big shop?"
"Because he needs clothes now. We didn't have to come here, I was going to get Tony to drive us to a Target or a Wal*Mart but you didn't have to come, but you decided to join the freaking parade." Kimberley continued.
"Ladies." Tony walked between them and placed a hand on their shoulders. "Maybe we should take a break?"
Dara and Kimberley levelled him with a glare before glancing at each other. Kimberley sighed before muttering 'sorry'.
Dara shrugged. "I guess I was just looking forward to have a few days of peace and quiet."
"Sorry to shatter your precious silence." Kimberley muttered lowly under her breath.
Tony raised his hands to show several items to Kimberley and Dara simultaneously. "Can I get these?"
"What do you need-NO!" Kimberley and Dara replied at the same time, throwing the condoms on an empty counter.
Kimberley grabbed him by his sleeve and hauled him behind her to the body products setting, leaving Dara to watch them go and shake her head.
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"Out as soon as her head hit the pillow." Tony confirmed to Dara, who was waiting upside the motel room. "Strange, usually I'm sneaking myself out to a party not a ... study session."
"Well the only studying you'll be doing is with my friend Angie." Dara pointed out "We just want to get you back home before anything happens."
"Why not just let me have my fun and wait for SHIELD?" Tony asked, easily keeping up with her quick pace.
"No offence, but I want rid of you as soon as possible. Kimberley only has a few more days left here and I'll have work." Dara informed him, making a 'shh' face as they walked into her house. 'Thank God moms out visiting.'
Within a few minutes Dara had to stop Tony from poking at her toaster, TV, remote controls and even fan.
"I can make them better is not a valid reason to take them apart!" Dara hissed. "And keep your paws off my TV!"
Tony nodded like conceiving a challenge. "What about your computer? Hey you get a tic under your eye-"
"Hey Dara, shall I call back later?" A new voice said from the speakers of Daras computer.
Tony worked his way across the room and looked at the screen. "Hello new person."
"OH MY GOD!"
"Angie-"
"OH MY GOD!"
"ANGIE!"
"ROBERT DOWNY JR! OH MY GOD!"
"Where did the sound go?" Tony asked as Angie continued to scream but the sound was cut off.
"I killed the sound before I killed her." Dara replied, flopping onto the seat before typing something to her friend.
Tony looked around for another seat and spotted a comfy looking one with cats on it. Raising an eye brow he sat down and leaned back, almost flying backwards as it tipped.
Dara grinned as she raised her hand to turn the volume back on. "No more screaming?"
"Is he really Tony Stark?" Angie breathed.
"In the flesh." Tony grinned, his head appearing on screen beside Daras. Dara glared at him and poked his shoulder till he was at least a foot away. "Why, hello?"
"OH MY-"
Dara glared at Tony, then the still screaming female who was babbling (silently). "This is going to be a long night."
Disclaimer: Avengers belongs to Marvel. Dara, Angie, Tori and Kimberley belong to themselves. Anything you recognize is being used for fun and no dosh is being made off of it, unfortunately!