HELLO EVERYONE! So, me and Sahreah were talking, and the Avengers came up. And we thought it would be cool to come up with a Hijack Avengers AU! So, I will be posting mini stories here for this AU. The first couple ones will focus specifically on Hijack, and how the two came to be.

So, enjoy!

"Dad, you have to believe me!" Hiccup pleaded.

"No, son, I've had enough of this!" His father, Stoick, said. "The Beserkers are our biggest customers. I am not going to stop selling to them only because they might be doing something they aren't supposed to."

"It's not 'might'!" Hiccup insisted. "They are killing people! I've seen the damage! Don't sell them anything! Please, Dad." He said, knowing that it was pointless.

"I've got things to do, son." Stoick dismissed.

Hiccup's rage bubbled up inside him. His dad never listened, especially when it was something important like this. He slammed his fists onto his dad's desk. "Fine. Have fun." He said moodily, before walking out of his father's office.

Stoick owned a business, Haddock Enterprises, which made and sold weapons. Any kind of weapons, really. If you needed something, anything at all, they probably had it in their warehouse. They were a little on the expensive side, but they were well-made and worth the money. They only had a group of customers that they could really count on, and that was the Beserkers. Hiccup's been uneasy with them for a while, ever since his dad decided that he needed to be associated with how the business ran actually, and he felt like something was up.

It took until Hiccup stumbled upon a shoot-out in his city. He noticed the one behind the gun, Dagur, and recognized the gun, one of their most expensive and most deadly weapons at Haddock Enterprises. Hiccup swore that Dagur saw him before he dashed off.

That was a little more than a week ago now, and Hiccup's been trying to convince his father to stop selling the weapon ever since.

Hiccup was walking back to the house his father and he shared. It wasn't fair that his father wouldn't listen to him. All he wanted was to make his father understand that this was wrong. Yes, they made weapons, but they didn't mean for them to be used on innocent civilians! It was cruel to even think that Hiccup would just stand by and do nothing to help them.

Suddenly, a car pulled up and, without even stopping, opened its door and pulled Hiccup inside. He fought his hardest against the person who held him, and when he was squarely punched in the jaw, he had just enough time to notice Dagur the Derranged before he blacked out.

He woke up suddenly to a pain blooming across his cheek. His eyes flew open and Dagur was standing over him.

"What do you know, brother?" He growled.

"W-what?" Hiccup stuttered. "I-I don't know anything."

"Hmph." Dagur said, disbelieving. "We'll see about that."

"Let me go." Hiccup pleaded.

"Ah, no." Dagur replied. "I'll make you a deal. You create for me the newest model of your father's weapons and I'll let you free."

"No!" Hiccup said. "I'll never make you anything!"

"Then you'll never see your father ever again." Dagur said eerily. "You have all the supplies you'll need. You better work fast or you'll starve." He added before walking out a door and slamming it. Hiccup heard a lock click in place, and he knew there was no way he could get out.

He sighed, and looked around at the room he was in. Dagur really didn't leave him any room for excuses; there was everything he could ever want for in making a weapon. He was surrounded by metal, gunpowder, bullet shells, and things of the like. Tools were everywhere.

Of course, Hiccup knew how to make things like this. He could put a standard handgun together when he was ten. The only problem was that… his father's newest model were just that. Models. The only ones that were tangible were prototypes and not even seen by the public eye yet. And he didn't have any blueprints, but that was the least of his worries.

He could make a look-alike of the newest machine gun, so that when you pulled the trigger, it let out a poisonous gas fly at your face… right. He didn't have any gas. Then he could make it explode! But what good would that do? They would only track him down and kill him for real because he indirectly killed on of their own.

Hiccup sighed, and leaned backwards onto the wall, slowly sliding down until he was sitting down on the floor.

He wasn't going to make the weapons. He would rather starve.

It was like someone ran upstairs and turned on the attic light or something, because Hiccup's sat up and smiled. They were wrong for giving him those materials. He could easily get himself out of here…

But even if he made a gun, they could shoot him down and possibly kill him. A shield won't work because they'll just capture him anyways.

Hiccup snapped, and laughed out loud. He knew how he was going to get out of this.

Working with metal seemed as natural as breathing to Hiccup. It made him feel like he wasn't being held hostage, or that he wasn't going to die if this all went wrong. Hiccup sketched out designs quickly with a pencil onto the metallic desk in the room, taking the simplest one he could get at this point that would use the least amount of… anything really, but would get the job done just the same. The tools were loud without anything to protect his ears from it, but it was fine.

The appearance looked a bit weird, in all honesty. It was a suit made of thin yet impenetrable metal, the bland silver coloring of it making it an eyesore. It looked like someone scratched something out of a notebook with their pencil. The metal overlapped incessantly, making movement easier and a bit or comfortable. He would have to develop this a lot more, but for right now, Hiccup thought it was perfect.

Slowly, Hiccup put the suit on, piece by piece. It fit him like a glove, but it would take some getting used to. He was especially proud of the makeshift helmet he made from the scraps; it was just a regular helmet really, but he didn't want anything to go to waste, so he stuck metal pieces along the helmet, making them look like spikes. He almost looked like a dragon...

His bare hands were the only things unprotected. His feet were covered by his boots, with a special device Hiccup came up with just right now. It was supposed to blow the air around it quick enough so that flight was possible. He wasn't sure about how well it would perform, but he strapped the devices to his feet anyways, because if he could fly, he could get away.

Once his suit was on, Hiccup walked up to the door and knocked on it twice. What? The metal didn't make him invincible!

The door opened. "Ah, Hiccup, so you've finally begun to-" Dagur was saying smugly when Hiccup forced his fist into his face. He would have done more damaged if his suit covered his hands, but he made do. Dagur flew backwards, cupping his face.

Hiccup ran down the hallways as Dagur barked the orders to shoot him down. He smiled knowing that nothing could get him, but when the first bullet mad impact, he yelped. Just because it didn't penetrate, didn't mean that the impact didn't hurt. More came at him, and Hiccup took a half second to bend down and turn on the flying mechanisms on his feet. He tittered a couple feet in the air for a second, before moving and flying off.

There were shouts everywhere, some of surprise, others of anger. Shot rang out, and Hiccup wondered where he was. They couldn't have taken him far….

Bang!

A cleverly aimed bullet wedged itself onto the flying device on his foot It stalled for a moment before stopped working all together.

Hiccup, unbalanced, fell to the floor in a heap of metal and tangled limbs. The bullet fell out of the device, but it refused to work right. Hiccup clicked his tongue, but got up and ran quick enough; the bullets were still barraging him. He found the front door of the building after scrambling up a flight or two of stairs, and he flung himself out onto the busy street.

There were mutters and surprised stares shit in his direction, but he ignored them. He must have looked weird. The Beserkers were still on his tail, chasing after Hiccup furiously with their guns trained on the back of his head, but they didn't want to waste any ammo when it would just bounce off like nothing.

Hiccup was a fast runner, but the Beserkers had muscle and endurance on him, and one of the bulkier ones tackled him from behind. Hiccup fought furiously, succeeding on flipping onto his back and getting his hands free. He punched at the man's face, which was littered with bright blue tattoos, and worked his feet up underneath the man's gut. Hiccup pushed him off of him with all he had, and leaned over him, dealing him a final punch that rendered him unconscious.

The metal-clad teen worked the man's handgun from his hand shakily, just as a precaution. Just in time too, because Dagur showed up and ran towards him, murder in his eyes. He tackled Hiccup and pinned him to the sidewalk.

"You think you could just run away, brother?" Dagur growled, shifting so he was effectively pinning Hiccup down with one arm as he ripped off Hiccup's helmet and pulled his gun, pressing it to the side of Hiccup's head. "I'll kill you, and your dad, too." He said menacingly. Hiccup spat in his face, and kept a good grip on the handgun.

"Why, you little shit…" Dagur laughed, the sound devoid of all humor.

Hiccup struggled, knowing that Dagur wouldn't shoot in the middle of the street. There were shouts of fear and worry as onlookers watched what happened. Hiccup worked his left hand out from Dagur's pin and pushed his head with enough force to make him lean to the right and lose his balance, rolling onto the sidewalk in that direction. Hiccup rolled onto his feet and, in a split second, shot Dagur in the arm with the handgun. There were gasps from the growing crowd around him.

Dagur cried out in pain and clutched his arm with tears in his eyes. Hiccup took tentative steps forward, and kicked Dagur's gun away from his reach and into the gutter.

"Our business is through." Hiccup said with a finality. He swooped down and grabbed his helmet, putting it back on and hiding his face once more. "Someone call the police!" He yelled at the people, who just stared at him, wide-eyed. "You! With the red shirt and glasses! Yes, you! Call the police and say that there are two criminals from the Berserkers they need to pick up!"

The guy whom he pointed out blinked, then nodded and pulled out his phone. The crowd erupted into panicked chatter. Hiccup turned around and went to run home.

"Who are you?!" Someone yelled out quickly when they saw he was leaving.

"Dragonboy!" Hiccup said quickly, not thinking about the name as he turned around and ran off. At that precise time, his flying devices on his feet decided to work properly again, and propelled him into the air. Everyone gasped in awe as Hiccup flew off.

Hiccup made it home and he immediately collapsed onto his bed, breathing harshly. He dropped the gun from his hand and looked at it in shock. Then he got up and tore off every piece of his suit, and letting them fall onto the floor loudly. He grabbed a trash bag and shoved them in. And then he threw them out.

He went back to his desk and pulled out his sketchbook. He drew and drew until he came up with the perfect design. It was simple really, and it looked sort of dorky. But it was a sketch of his new body armor, and tomorrow, when he showed up at Haddock Enterprises, he would begin working on it.

But for now, he collapsed into his bed and fell asleep.

The next morning, when he and his father were talking at breakfast, Stoick asked if he knew anything about this "Dragonboy" character that appeared on the front page. Hiccup lied and said he didn't have a clue.

So, Hiccup is effectively Iron Man, or Dragonboy :D

So, hopefully I will get through these little one shots pretty quickly but wish me luck!

Thanks for reading everyone! And please go check out Sahreah's profile and stories!

Bye!

-HB