Okay, so I woke up this morning, thinking I'll just check my story see how people are reacting to it, I'll probably have like two reviews and, maybe a couple of followers. Well, I was setting myself up for a shock apparently. You guys are amazing. As I'm writing this, I have 60 Followers for this story, 30 Favourites and 12 Reviews and my story has been viewed 836 times! I can't even. You've completely made my day.

To clear up a couple of things, I'm using Iron Man movie verse, as well as Avengers, Thor and any Marvel movie that involves Tony Stark really, and I'm combining it with the Harry Potter book universe. Which means, Harry Potter will be canon except for the fact that he was Harry Stark and there will be no Ginny Potter or the three kids. That epilogue always creeped me out. Oh and this will not be a rehash of the Iron Man films, there might be the same villains, similar fight scenes in parts, but it won't be the same old story (I hope).

Oh and you all should be super proud. I'm actually writing out a plot for this story so I know where it's going the entire time. :) That should mean updates on a semi-regular bases if my muse stays with me.

I do not own Harry Potter, Iron Man/Tony Stark, S.H.I.E.L.D., The Avengers, Hulk, Captain America, nor do I own anything else that is mentioned in here. This is a work of fiction, written with other people's characters because they are just so much cooler than mine.

Now onto the second chapter. :)


The Tale of Two Brothers

Chapter Two:

Ugh, Feelings.


It wasn't often he was wrong.

Okay, that was a lie. He was often wrong, unless it came to technology, he was an undisputed genius when it came to that. When it came to family and friends though? Yeah, he was wrong a lot. He blamed his intellect. Geniuses were known for their social awkwardness, and while he had many eccentricities to almost make up for that, he just wasn't good with people.

Unless they were girls and he was trying to get into their pants. But that was a whole different story. That, that he had learned, that had come with practice.

Oh he was getting off on the wrong foot, time to start again, let's start a little bit earlier.


Press Conference

Stark Industries Main Branch

California

2:30pm

"I never got to say goodbye to my father. There's questions that I would have asked him. I would have asked him how he felt about what this company did. lf he was conflicted, if he ever had doubts. Or maybe he was every inch the man we all remember from the newsreels. ... I saw young Americans killed by the very weapons I created to defend them and protect them. And I saw that I had become part of a system that is comfortable with zero accountability."

"Mr Stark!"

"Hey, Ben."

"What happened over there?"

"I had my eyes opened. I came to realize that I have more to offer this world than just making things that blow up. And that is why, effective immediately, I am shutting down the weapons manufacturing division until such a time as I can decide what the future of the company will be. What direction it should take, one that I'm comfortable with and is consistent with the highest good for this country, as well."(Extract from Iron Man 2008, I do not own)

Tony Stark walked off, Pepper trailing behind him, ignoring everything it seemed, but in fact, he couldn't hear them. Maybe he should take Pepper's advice and go to the hospital. He shook his head at himself, he couldn't, they couldn't know about his chest, they'd lock him up in a psych ward and throw away the key. After all, who puts things in their chest voluntarily, never mind it was keeping him alive. Morons.

"Tony."

He stopped. Crap, she'd sounded worried.

"Yes Miss Potts." Dammit, why did he always do that? Every time someone worried about him and his business he pushed them away, not physically, okay sometimes physically, but most of the time, it was with his wording. He distanced himself. It was how that fight had started with Harry ten years ago, he just couldn't handle it.

She looked at him, conflicted, as if trying to figure out if what she wanted to say was worth it. God, she was beautiful. She was perfect.

"Shall I put the staff in the weapons division on paid leave, or make them redundant sir?" Obviously not what she was going to say, she would never ask his opinion on something like that, she would do what was best for the staff of Stark Industries, she always did. They were her family.

"I'd transfer them to different divisions for the time being Miss Potts. We have the best and the brightest, let's see if they can make things other than death."

He knew that he wasn't being his usual self. There'd been no witty remarks, no obscure references, no slightly sleazy remarks that would've made her laugh. This was serious. Something he hadn't been since his parents had died when he was 21, and for a short period ten years ago.

"Will that be all Mr Stark?"

"That will be all Miss Potts."

She walked off, leaving Tony standing there, rubbing his chest, he'd have to upgrade his chest piece soon, go for something a little less bulkier, and then he would have to look for a alternative to palladium because it would slowly kill him otherwise. Of course, there were preventions that he could use for the moment. He needed to focus on a suit.

Tony turned back to the exit he was going, spotting Happy following him at a distance as he did so. Good, he was still pretty jumpy. He needed all the backup he could get if something ended up happening. Losing half your ribs, and having metal shoved into your chest to save your life was no easy task. Why did he do it again? Oh that's right, he didn't have a choice. He doubted the hole in his chest would ever heal, even if he ended up getting rid of the shrapnel near his heart.

He ran his hand over his face, he hadn't slept since they'd found him in the desert. No one blamed him, they'd only guessed what he had gone through of course, but they knew enough of terrorist groups to have the basic idea of what they did to prisoners. In fact, it was rather pathetic how well he'd managed to fob them off on debriefing him.

He rubbed his eyes again, he was getting a headache. His brain was going a hundred miles an hour in six different directions, it was frustrating. He wanted to look at the arc reactor that they'd built. Maybe that would stir up some inspiration. He closed his eyes as he walked, trying to focus on something else apart from the pain that his head and chest seemed to radiate. Or maybe, he could make them his motivation.

It was because of this, that he didn't notice the person in front of him. He was used to people moving out of the way, he was Tony Stark afterall, billionaire. People moved when he moved, people listened when he talked. So he ran into someone, the same height as him, maybe taller, but solid. Tony's hands went straight to his chest, as if they could help the shooting pain that had taken over from the dull ache that would never fully disappear.

"You're alive."

He started, he would never admit it, but the relief in that tone startled him, as if they actually cared that he'd come back home, safe. Tony opened his brown eyes and stared at the green-eyed twenty-eight year old in front of him.

"Harry."

That was all he'd said, and then he was being hugged.


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Merci's Savior