This work is based on the movie Beautiful Creatures.

It will have similarities to the movie obviously, but the plot is entirely it's own.

I saw the movie not too long ago, and while watching it I just continued to picture them as Tony and Loki, and I guess this was born. I couldn't get the idea out of my head, and honestly, I don't even think it's very good, but I had to write it down none the less.

But anyway, enjoy.

Beautiful Creatures

Prologue

"So, have you heard?"

"Heard what?"

"A new family is moving into town."

That caught Tony's attention. He looked up from what he was doing—messing around with his newest invention—and raised a brow to stare at his friend, Clint.

"Who the hell would want to move into Fair Haven? This town's shit." Tony huffed a bit, not really believing what came out of Clint's mouth. The guy was great with an arrow, but was terrible when it came to actual news; Clint all but believed everything anyone ever said.

"Hey," Clint raised his hands, frowning a bit and rolling his eyes at the smaller male sitting not too far from him. "Tasha told me. We have two new students. Tasha said they were named after Greek Gods or something like that."

Tony couldn't help but snort at that. "So, we're gonna have Zeus and Hades walking around school? That sounds fantastic." Tony leaned back on his seat, looking up at Clint, his big brown eyes studying the archer.

Their senior year of school was starting in almost a month—summer vacation should really be longer—and they hadn't done a single exciting thing. Bruce Banner was off to Science Camp with some of his friends, leaving Tony behind to make toasters and robot dogs out of boredom. Natasha Romanoff was over in Russia, visiting her family for the summer; she and Clint usually stayed connected and chatted over Skype. Tony was seriously waiting for them to just announce that they were together as a couple, but every time someone—usually Tony—brought it up, Natasha would punch them in the face, or in another part of their anatomy that really, really hurt, so the subject was usually dropped rather quickly.

Steve Rogers was always busy with football. His coach always pushing him to the limit, since he was the captain of their team and the next rising star. Clint Barton was the only one that had usually stayed by Tony throughout these last two months, though it was an on and off thing, and only when Clint wanted some booze.

So that left Tony Stark, alone, in this huge house, just after his parent's death.

It had happened the week before school had finally finished—the end of his junior year. He had been in school when he was suddenly called into the office by the principle. Naturally everyone thought Tony was in trouble, and honestly, he did too. He had gone, with a sly grin on his features, telling everyone that their principle, Phil Coulson, just couldn't get enough of him. The moment he opened the doors and saw the police standing by the desk he had gotten so accustomed to looking at, he knew something had gone wrong.

"Tony, please take a seat." Coulson had said after noticing Tony's silent entrance. Tony made his way to one of the black chairs and sat down; keeping his eyes on the two large cops he had never seen in his life. They weren't local enforcement, probably state troopers.

"What's going on?"

"I'm sorry to inform you, but your parents have been in a terrible car accident. They died on the way to the hospital." One of the cops, the larger of the two, had said.

They had continued to talk after that, but Tony hadn't paid attention; his parents were dead. Maria and Howard Stark were dead. Coulson had allowed Tony to leave early that day, and he had gone to an empty home. The funeral was three days later, and it was so packed with people he didn't know—people from his father's company—and they were all stunned to see Tony standing there, not shedding a tear.

Rumors had spread after that, claiming that Tony himself had planned their deaths, and that it was all to get Howard's money. Other rumors mentioned that Tony had hired someone to kill them and make it look like an accident, or that Tony wasn't really their son, or that Tony was glad they were dead because now he had full control of this enormous corporation and all the money in the world to spend.

None of it was true of course, not really.

Tony had never wanted his parents dead—especially not his mother. He loved Maria more than anything. She was the sweetest woman he had ever seen, and her smile could always melt even the coldest of hearts—it had melted Howards for a time being anyway. Howard was always cold and calculating. His priorities were always work, Maria, then Tony, and if Tony ever got in between the two before him, he would meet Howard's fist or belt.

On his good days, Howard would only slap Tony for bothering him. When he was drunk Howard lashed out at Tony for the smallest of things. Be it getting a low grade in class, or not being good enough when it came to inventing, Howard took out his frustrations on Tony. Maria tried to help once, but he would turn on her just as easily if he was under the influence of a bottle.

Tony had never really been interested in Stark Industries—never been interested in inventing new weapons for war or inventing period, simply because he wanted a life away from all of it. He knew he was a genius—one of the smartest students in his school, second only to Bruce Banner—and he knew he was good at inventing and engineering. He liked it, but he didn't want to pursue it. After Howard's death, the company had been passed down to Tony, but he had no control over it; not until he was 18 anyway. Now, Howard's best friend, Obadia Stane, had control of Stark Industries.

So no. Tony didn't cry at his parent's funeral.

He wasn't the one responsible for their deaths.

He wasn't sad about Howard's passing.

But he did cry his eyes out at home when he was surrounded by nothing more than four walls and silence. He cried so hard his voice was raspy the next morning. He cried for his mother, because she was the only one who had ever shown him love. He cried for his parents, because now he was completely and utterly alone. And he cried because he simply couldn't stop crying.

Following the days after the funeral, Tony found Howard's stash of alcohol and began drinking. At first he hated the strong burning sensation, but the more he drank, the less he cared. Everything became nothing but a blur and he loved feeling so light and relaxed and refreshed that he just continued to drink, not caring about the hangovers or the consequences.

It was right after the drinking that he started sleeping around with everything on two legs—be it male or female. His girlfriend Pepper was the center of his attention when he wanted a quick fuck, and Pepper never seemed to mind having a threesome with another girl or another guy, so it worked rather well.

It wasn't until Tony found out Pepper had been sleeping with other people behind his back and spreading rumors about him that he finally broke up with her—for the fifth, or maybe the tenth time. But this time, it was for real. He didn't have to deal with Howard's disapproving looks anymore. Didn't have to deal with Howard telling him that the only thing he ever did right was to find a girl like Pepper Potts.

Pepper was Howard's ideal girl for Tony—or for himself, Tony wasn't sure. Now that he thought about it, Tony was pretty sure Pepper and Howard fucked on occasions.

Those had been the major plots in his summer, and now he wanted nothing more than just to graduate and get the hell out of Fair Haven.

"…apparently they're moving into that creepy old house nobody's lived in for years. I've heard people say that place is haunted or something like that." Clint said, and it was now that Tony realized that the man hadn't stopped talking, even when Tony wasn't even paying attention to him.

"You seriously have to stop believing everything you hear, buddy." Tony said, rolling his eyes a bit as he went back to his… what was he inventing? A hand?

"At least I actually get out of my house. When's the last time you even left your basement?" Clint muttered as he looked at Tony's three day old clothing. "Or bathed for that matter? Man I can see the stank on you."

Tony rolled his eyes a bit and waved Clint off. "I get out enough. I go to the store to buy beer. I come back. See? I get out." He glanced back at the man sitting on his desk. "And I bathe! When I remember to."

"You need a nanny man. You can't even take care of yourself. I'm telling Steve." Clint said, pointing a pen at Tony as he stood off the desk.

"What kind of threat is that?" Tony said with a raised brow.

"He'll storm down here like a bat out of hell if I tell him you've been starving yourself and drinking yourself silly."

"With you."

"He doesn't need to know that part."

"Smooth, Clint."

"I do my best."

But Clint had a point. If Steve found out that Tony had stopped eating, and all that was in his system was coffee and booze, Steve would storm down here and drag him out by his hair. Actually, Tony was sure Steve would even bathe him. A small shudder went down his spine at the thought and he quickly turned back to his robotic hand thing.

"Don't hurt yourself on the way out!" He called after Clint, hearing the archer's footsteps, a laugh, an 'ow', then the door shutting behind him.

Now that he was alone, he had more time to think. A part of him was curious as to who it was that was actually moving into Fair Haven. What family was it? Where were they from? How would the new students be? And what the hell did he care?

Maybe something exciting will happen before he gets out of this shit hole.

I should be working on my other fanfics, but...