A/N:Hey there! I just wanna thank all of those who have favorite and followed this story! You lovely people gave me the fuel to write some more! I have gotten some lovely critique from Oceanbreeze7 and I would just like to thank her for taking the time to read my fiction.

Disclaim Her: Me no own. Sufficient?

Chapter 2: The Letter

Sometimes Tony Stark liked to think that his life was at least close to normal. That the only things that were a bit off was the hunk of metal in his chest, keeping him alive, and the fact that he regularly donned a metal suit and blasted aliens back to the desolate, fucked up hole they crawled out of.

Okay, so maybe not normal at all.

Rewind

Tony Stark had a nasty habit of lying to himself, and others of course. He liked to say that his Mother was an innocent little doll that stood in the shadows while his father took a drastic turn for the worst.

Lie. As a matter of fact, Maria Stark never stood by idly while her husband went into an alcohol induced rage. She, literally, kicked, punched, spit and fought with everything she had to keep her son away from Howard.

Tony also liked to say that his father was Howard Stark, engineer, business mogul and founder of Stark Enterprises.

Lie. He knew that, that man, wasn't his father. His mother made sure of that.

::.flashback.::

"Anthony, come here love, Mommy has to talk to you." Maria Stark beckoned her 6 year old son to her side. She sat on his bed, he leg shaking in anticipation.

"Okay Mommy!" Anthony Stark rushed to the bed and hopped up beside her. He felt extra safe when his Mother ran her tanned hands through his wavy hair. Snuggling against her soft white cotton shirt he asked "Wacha wanna talk about Ma?"

Maria looked at her son with a strange mix of nervousness and determination, "Look at me baby," she angled her sons head so she could see his beautiful chocolate brown eyes, "I'm not going to sugarcoat this love, because I know that if I so much as try to, I'll never say it. SO I'll just come right out with it."

Anthony sighed impatiently, his legs winging to and fro. HE was more interested in tinkering with his broken alarm clock then listen to his mother speak nonsense. Then she spoke,

"Howard is not your father." The six year old looked at his mother blankly, his sponge like brain struggling to come to terms with the bomb his mother just dropped on him.

"Wah?" Came his unintelligible response.

"Close your mouth dear. Now, as I was saying, Howard is not your father, and you are not normal. You're like me."

Anthony was confused. What did she mean by 'not normal'? He knew that other children couldn't build and tinker like he could, but at the same time, he knew his mother wasn't talking about that. Maybe…

"Is this about last Sunday?" Anthony played with his fingers in a bout of nervousness as he remembered the darker day. When he was playing with his friend Rhodney in Central Park, their Frisbee got caught up in the tree. Rhodney began to cry, saying how his father got it for him for being good at his grandma's house. So Anthony, being the good friend he was, felt particularly empathetic. Next thing you know, the Frisbee untangled itself, and floated gracefully to the grass before to two younger boys' eyes.

"Yes, in a way it does." Anthony's mother spoke, breaking his reverie. He looked at her with eyes that seemed to scream "EXPLAIN PLEASE!" and she chuckled as he began to fidget.

"You're a wizard Anthony!"

::.end flashback.::

Tony didn't like to think of the rest of that conversation. The surprisingly confusing explanation on magic theory and the demonstrations of magic well all just peachy, but then his mother began speaking of him. The armored avenger shivered involuntarily at the thought.

'Happy thoughts' he chastised himself as he prepared for the day. Slipping his black jeans on, his thought once again threatened to stray down a darker path.

'Self it is way to early for this shit' he berated himself.

Then he heard a tapping on his window.

Tap, Tap, Tap, tap.

The brown haired man groaned and made his way to his closet, "J.A.R.V.I.S open a portion of my window."

"Yes sir" the crisp, slightly accented voice answered promptly.

A grey eagle owl flew gracefully into Tony's penthouse bedroom. Tony turned around and smiled recognizing the beautiful mammal as Magnificent. "Hey girl, watcha got for me?" The owl hooted somewhat sorrowfully and landed on Tony's shoulder. "Why ya' lookin at me like that?" the middle aged man asked curiously. He undid the plum colored ribbon attached to the owl's leg. As soon as his hand touched the letter, a shiver ran down his spine as a sense of foreboding overcame him. With trembling hands, he examined the crisp piece of parchment. The familiar Malfoy crest stared back at him. Carefully, he cracked the wax seal and the familiar 'pop' reached his ears. The parchment unrolled,

Dear Anthony,

I hate to be the bearer of bad news lovely, but I must tell you now before our owls become monitored. He's back my dear. I'm so, so sorry! Lucius and I did everything in our power to stop his resurrection. I'm loath to admit that it may already be too late to hide! Just know that whatever happens, I love you Anthony, just as I love my own son, who has a few words to say himself.

Anthony, don't get yourself killed. Who's going to teach me how to drive then? Watch out for bald-headed psychopaths big bro.

With much love,

Narcissa & Draco

Tony's heart stopped.

The world slowed to a halt.

"No no no no, this CANNOT be happening. He's dead, he was dead. HE'S SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD!" Tony inhaled through his teeth. His body shaking with anger. 'How could he be alive? He shouldn't be alive! He killed his mother! He deserved to die.

A heavy flapping of wings caught Tony's attention. The semi-young man whipped around to see a huge owl swooping through the forgotten window. A crisp sheet of rolled up parchment clutched tightly in its claws. The mammoth of an owl dropped the parchment ungracefully onto his bed and made a swift exit.

Looking at the parchment warily, Tony inched towards the bed. He raised his hand over the slightly tan paper and ran it over its length, checking for harmful curses and jinxes. After he was satisfied, his nerves calmed slightly. Carefully, as though he was afraid the parchment would burst into flames (which he was) he unrolled the parchment, and his heart leaped into his throat.

Anthony,

Glad tidings my son. It is now time for you to claim your spot in my precious inner circle now that the tramp you called your mother has been dealt with. I shall come for you in a week's time. Prepare, as I shall be testing you rather vigorously.

You're Father

P.S: The Cruciatas Curse discriminates no more than I do.

Tony did the only thing he could think of.

He screamed and cried.

"TONY? TONY!" Steve, Natasha, Bruce, Thor. Clint and a reluctant Loki banged on Tony's bedroom door. (Translation: Steve and Thor beat the living shit out of Tony's bedroom door while Bruce, Natasha and Clint screamed their lungs out and Loki couldn't give less of a fuck).

Finally the door crumbled (literally) at the hand of Steve and Thor. The sight before all of their eyes shocked them to the very core.

The unbreakable Iron Man sobbing, shaking and mumbling unintelligible words.

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Loki was interested to find out the reason as to why the Invincible Iron Man was so hysterical.

"Lady Natasha, there are several pieces of parchment on the floor beside him, I believe it would be in your best interests to read them, aloud." The mischief maker spoke with an icy cool tone.

::.:time skip five minutes:.::

So that's why.

"I don't see what the big deal is Stark. He is just very strict father. Why are you so distraught?" The god of lies muttered softly to himself. If only this situation were that easy. It was painfully blatant that there was something more than what meets the eye with the man in front of him if the letters were anything to go by.

By this time, Thor had moved Tony to the bed and Steve was sitting beside him, next to Thor, fussing much like a mother would do a sick child. Natasha and Clint were leaning calmly (or seemingly calm, one can never be too sure with those two), their faces remained an impassive masks. Bruce was carefully examining the two letters on the floor and Loki moved towards the bed like a tiger on the prowl.

Tony appeared to be submersed in a catatonic state, his chocolate brown eyes glazed over.

"Stark!" Loki barked uncharacteristically. Tony jumped a bit and pushed himself onto his elbows.

"Steve, what the hell are you doing? Tashalie, Hawk-ass, Brucie, Lo….WHAT IN THE EVERLOVING FUCK IS GOING ON HERE! One minute I'm just putting on some jeans and…OH SHIT! Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK! That was real! Jesus Christ, you all saw the letters didn't you?

"Astute observation , now can you grant us all a boon and explain to us who Narcissa and Draco are. Oh, and an explanation on how in the hell Howard Stark is now alive wouldn't go amiss either.

The young-ish man sighed heavily and groaned as he began to sit up.

"Alright I owe you guys at least this. Even you Reindeer-Games. Pop a squat, you are all in for it now." The brown haired man chuckled with humorlessly.

"It all started July 3, 1989…"

A/N: Well then, I'm satisfied with this chapter! I would love to hear your thoughts, comments, critique or just a simple "I like the story" If you can just drop a review, it would really make my day. Hmm, I'll make a deal... 10 reviews=faster update. Your choice. On a different note, I heard that the Loki has been confirmed for the next avengers where the team fights Thanos. I've also heard that the next Avengers is supposed to be about Ultron (The Avengers: Age of Ultron). If anyone knows something for sure, can you just drop me a pm? Thanks!

-Zari