Anthony Edward Stark knew he was different compared to most people. Son to the famous Howard and Maria Stark. Genius at a young age. Intelligence surpassing most children his age. In fact, maybe even his fathers.
But no. This wasn't why he was different. That was just the obvious reason. The one that made him stand out from the all the rest and proved he really was the son of Howard and that he would be a suitable heir to take over the company when he was ready.
Tony was different for a different reason. One he needed to talk about. One he couldn't talk about at all in fear of what would happen.
Tony had seen on television and in newspaper articles about it all the time. People being contained and never being seen again or even killed on sight. There was also the ones who would help when something disastrous was happening even though after their help they would most likely be hunted.
Tony was smart for his age and knew what he was. Knew that what he was would disappoint his father and bring shame to the Stark name. The reason being, Tony was a mutant.
~~~o3o~~~
It first started when Tony was at the young age of five. Holding a glass of water only to notice that it felt heavier after a few moments. Looking at it he noticed that the water had frozen and frost had started to coat the glass. Panicking, he dropped. Causing the glass to shatter and water to spill onto the ground, forming a puddle round him.
He was sure it was ice in the glass. A young Tony was confused and frightened. A young Tony wanted answers. A. Young Tony learned that day about mutants, why they were feared and what made them dangerous. Tony never mentioned how he froze the water in his glass that day.
The second time it happened it was a few weeks after the first incident. He was hiding amidst some trees. Tears stained his face and it was all red due to his crying. It took him a while to calm down from his emotional state but once he did he looked around. The place was... peaceful. And quiet. Even though his house was the like this as well but it wasn't the same.
He had started picking at the grass round him. One strand at a time. Holding one in his hand he looked at it. Wondering how it had adapted itself to do what it did. He had looked away from it to look at the sky and try to estimate what it was.
Looking back to his hand he saw that the blade of grass was now replaced with a green butterfly. It's wings flutter a few times before it took off and flew away. Never to be seen again. Tony wasn't startled this time. Only more curious into what he could do. He never did see that butterfly again.
Tony was six before he managed to convince Howard to buy him an Old Norse book. Not that Tony could speak it but he would learn.
It was old. Older than anyone Tony knew. It looked a couple of hundred years older than most books Tony saw.
The book itself was interesting. In cased in leather that bent at odd angles in the corners and had cracks through it as well. The pages themselves where a brownish colour from years of use and some of the edges had crumbled away over time like a pastry. It had Norse wrote on them. Ancient Norse it seemed in elegant writing.
It took Tony less than a month to learn Norse and a little over a month to learn ancient Norse. Soon after he read the book or more so the tomb and started to see if he could learn the spells.
Inside two months he could already teleport and cast simple illusions of himself and small animals.
~~~o3o~~~
Tony was nine when everything changed for him. When he knew his life would no longer be the same with his abilities.
He was in school. Shipped off to some private boarding school. He easily surpassed the ones in his year and was quickly moved up a few years to things that he should have found more... challenging. But he didn't.
Tony was sitting and lazily wrote down runes he had remembered. Most his age would have been with friends. Relived that it was break so they could chat with friends for a moment.
Tony didn't have them at school. It happened when you where the son of someone famous. Either everyone tried to be your friend just to get close to you or down right ignored you instead.
Toy chose to have no friends. It was especially easy since he was in a year with people who were older than him by a few years. Also since he had heard how ones where going to try and use him.
He didn't know how it happened but during a night while he was sleeping. Someone creeper into his room and placed a cloth with a foul smelling liquid on it against Tonys nose. He never woke again in that school.
Tony had woken with hazy eyes. Bright lights blinded his view and was giving him a headache. Muffled voices could be heard nearby. In another room perhaps. Or just in the same room but Tony was that disoriented that they could have been near him for all he knew.
After a few moments of trying to get a bearing of his surroundings, he noticed his hands were tied behind his back. Struggling to get it of only hurt him as it rubbed into his skin. Too soft to be rope so a fabric of some kind. He was also in a room that only had one light above him. He was unable to tell how big the room was and if there was any cameras in the place.
His mind started whirling into action. Thinking of ways he could escape. There was the chance he could use his abilities, but then there was also the chance that he would be taken away and never seen again. Whoever took him must want something. There was no reasonable explanation for it. Kidnapped because of his father.
Tony heard footsteps. Moves that where light and there was also the small click of a heel. They stopped abruptly and a door opened. The door to the room he was in. It creaked open. As if it was rarely used most likely hadn't been used for a long time.
He saw the silhouette of a woman who then approached him after she closed the door. She spoke to him. Her voice sounded soft and comforting. Her appearance bothered him. Green hair, green clothing, green lips, green... everything. If her skin was green then she would have definitely not been normal.
She asked about his abilities. He stayed silent yet she knew he would so gave a small smile. Comforting words and untied him. Asking to demonstrate. He refused. The lady's patience seemed to be growing thin. She asked him to join her and he could use his abilities whenever he wanted without fear. He refused once again. Demanding to be taken to his father. The next thing he saw was a fist and the world went black.
~~~o3o~~~
Tony woke up in a hospital with minor injuries. He didn't know how he got out. He guessed either ransom or that military stormed the place down. He suspected it was more likely to be ransom.
When he saw Howard, he didn't bat an eye in his direction. His mother held onto for a while with tears streaming down her face. Tony noticed that when his father came in the room the air seemed to be harder to breathe in. He knew that something most have happened during his kidnapping.
His mother and father never stopped arguing. Tony continued to get more tombs and books to help him understand more about it. He spent most his time doing that and improves in mechanics as well to keep Howard happy to some degree.
~~~o3o~~~
Tony was nine and a half when the world was open to him.
A man in a wheelchair had come to speak to him personally. He had introduced himself to Howard saying he wanted to offer Tony a place at his school. Howard immediately said yes but the man stopped him saying it was up to Tony.
They were in one of Howard's offices. It was quiet for a moment before the man introduced himself to Tony. Only when he looked up, the man wasn't speaking but he heard his voice. He introduced himself as Charles Xavier and said he was a telepathic mutant. He told Tony how he was also a mutant and seemed to have known for some time.
He offered Tony a place at his school where he could learn to control his abilities in safety and with no risk of getting caught. Tony questioned him about the place and if there were others like him there. Charles answered each and every question if his. The last question Tony asked was what type of mutant he was to which Charles told him he seemed to be a mutant who could wield magic.
Charles finished by asking the simple question that could change Tonys life. Asking if he wanted to come. Tony said yes and Charles said he would now have to discuss matters with his father.
Tony didn't hear any of their conversation. Instead he waited patiently to see what would happen afterwards. He saw Charles leave and then his father approach him. Telling him to start packing. That he was leaving first thing in the morning. Tony did as he was told and packed. His mother and a maid came to help as well.
That night his mother said she'd miss him and left the room without a word.
The next morning a car came to pick Tony up. Charles was in as well. Tony said his farewells to his parents. Also saying farewell to the maids and butlers he had grown fond of.
Once in the car he and Charles spoke more about where he was going and what he would be doing. He should Charles some safe and simple spells he had learnt since he first noticed his mutant abilities.
~~~o3o~~~
Tony never regretted going with Charles to adapt his mutant abilities. He used them to help people when something was happening.
Tony was glad that he went. Even as an adult he still went over to the school and would teach. Didn't matter who he was at the school as they all treated each other equally. They didn't care that he was the famous Tony Stark who was now Iron Man and part of the Avengers.
It didn't matter what but he always found time to go back to the place and help others who had discovered their mutant abilities.
He never did see the lady again. But all he knew was that she worked for HYDRA and was called Viper.
Yep. Started another fix. This time Tony is a mutant. Hopefully I haven't butchered anything so far. So enjoy and hopefully I can update soon.
EDIT: I fixed any grammatical errors