"I can close it!" Iron Man heard Black Widow yell in the comms. It had felt like hours, and Chitauri were still coming in through the wormhole that Loki had created with the Tesseract. "Can anybody copy?"
"Do it!" Steve Rogers, better known as Captain America, ordered, growing tired of the battle.
"No, wait!" Tony shouted.
"Stark, these things are still coming." Steve stated.
"I got a nuke coming in." Tony explained. "It's gonna blow in less that a minute. And I know just where to put it." Iron Man flew up towards the missile, grabbing ahold of it from the underbelly, and forcing it towards the portal, not the city.
"Stark, you know that's a one way trip." Rogers said into his comms.
"Save the rest for the turn, J." Tony told his AI, Jarvis, ignoring Steve.
"Sir, shall I try Miss Potts?" Jarvis asked, pulling up Pepper Pott's face and phone number on his heads up display. Tony swallowed, thinking for a moment.
"Might as well." Stark finally said, and Jarvis tried calling Pepper. Tony kept flying, putting more power in the thrusters, and missing his tower by mere millimeters, soared up into the air, towards the portal. Within seconds, Tony made it on the other side, into space and towards the Chitauri's mothership. Jarvis shut down, the call failed, and Tony's entire suit powered down. Tony began losing air, and let go of the nuke, falling back down. The nuke detonated, hitting the alien ship, but the blast also threw Iron Man out of the way of the portal. Stark closed his eyes, being flung through space, not knowing where the aftershock would send him.
When Tony opened his eyes, he felt as if he had landed on his back, hard. Sitting up for a moment, he noticed that most of his armor was in pieces around him, while he wore only the chest piece and helmet.
"Oh no." Tony muttered, looking around, appearing to be in a snowy forest of sorts. "Jarvis, you there?" Nothing. Getting a cold shudder, Tony pried off his Iron Man helmet, and took off the chest piece. They were no use anymore, destroyed from the fall. Just as Tony began hiding the pieces under a log, he heard voices a few feet away.
"I don't want any trouble." A commanding voice was heard.
"Well, that's too bad." Another voice sneered. "Because you've already got it!" A grunt of pain was heard, causing Tony to walk over to where the voices were. There, he saw three people attempted to rob one man. The man being robbed had long dark hair, and all of them appeared to be wearing rags.
"Let's have a look." One of the men, someone bald and short, announced, kicking the long haired man and grabbing his bag.
"Hey, stop!" Tony shouted, walking over to the three robbers. The three men laughed.
"Oh, and who've going to stop us?" The bald man asked. "You?"
"Yes. Because I'm Iron Man." Tony declared. The three robbers looked at him, before bursting out laughing.
"Then where is your armor, knight?" The bald man asked, and continued laughing. Just then, Tony remembered that his armor was destroyed, and even if it wasn't, he couldn't recharge it in the field.
"Shit." Tony muttered, ducking just in time as one of the other men, having a dirty looking beard, swung a large stick at him. Tony punched the guy in the face and grabbed the stick, kicking the bearded man and swinging it at the third man, who was also bald. Stark turned around, just in time to block the knife of the first bald man, presumably the leader, and thinking quickly, knocked the knife out of the man's hands and head butted him, causing the robber's nose to break.
"This isn't over!" The robbers cursed, running away. Stark breathed hard. He had always been taught to fight from friends like Happy Hogan and Phil Coulson, but he never imagined he'd use them without his Iron Man armor. Suddenly, Tony remembered the person he rescued, turning to the man with long hair.
"You didn't defend yourself." Tony noted, confused, but offered his hand to help him up.
"I will not fight another man." The man told him, taking Tony's hand and standing. "I have renounced violence."
"Well, every now and then, you have to do some healthy self defense." Tony joked. "It really gets the circulation going." The man just stared at him, then looked at his shirt.
"What is the 'Black Sabbath'?" The man asked. Tony looked down.
"Come on, really?" Tony said, before catching the man's expression. He wasn't joking. "It's, uh, a band that plays music. Wait, where am I?"
"You're in England." The man answered, with a blank expression. "Did you go drunk and forget?"
"Something like that…" Tony replied, thinking about how he got there. "What year is this?"
"It is 1601, after the death of the lord." The man informed. Something in Tony's head clicked. The Tesseract! It must have sent him to an alternate dimension, or back in time! "Who are you?"
"My name is… Anthony Stark." Tony told the man, offering his hand. "My friends call me Tony."
"I am Solomon Kane." The man replied, shaking Stark's hand. Tony smiled. Perhaps he could stick around with his new friend, and figure out a way back to his home later.