A/N: Hey there! I hope you all enjoyed last chapter, I know it was really boring and I do apologize… but no story is complete without at least one filler chapter :/ Hopefully you all find this chapter more interesting!
Disclaim Her: As much as I would like to, I don't own Marvel Comics or any part of the Harry Potter franchise. *sinks into a depression* Nor do I own Staples or Wonka.
Warnings: Blood, gore, violence, torture, slash, and incredibly foul language. Possible OOCness as well. I try to keep it to the bare minimum, my deepest apologies :/
Rating: M (for reasons above)
Pairing(s): Tony/Loki (later on), possibly some others.
Chapter 3 summary: Tony explains his mother's past to The Avengers & Loki. Draco makes a surprise appearance.
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"So, did you explain the whole Boy-Who-Lived-To-Be-A-Pain-In-My-Ass to your…um…friends?" Draco asked Tony tentatively. He shifted uncomfortably under Natasha's and Thor's intensive stare. Nervously, he twiddled his thumbs, and then began to mentally berate himself, 'Malfoy's do NOT twiddle their thumbs!'
"Nope, but I was getting there." Tony sighed as he caught Thor and Natasha glaring holes into the side of Draco's head. "Can you both stop trying to make my little brother's head explode? I can tell you right now I tried, it doesn't work." The 24 year old jested well naturedly, but an underlying tone of seriousness colored his words. He took his seat at the head of the conference table in the Stark Industries Grand Conference room that was placed on the 130 floor (at Pepper's insistence because "every good valuable company has one" and Draco's "It's true, Malfoy Enterprises has one too."), only one away from the team's communal floor. He leaned back in the expensive leather chair and gazed at Thor and Natasha with a slightly impatient expression.
"Well pardon me Mr. Stark but a fifteen year old just tumbled out of your fireplace with less grace than a hippo pole dancing, so I thing I have acquired the right to stare all I want." Natasha spoke with mock formality, gaze never leaving the handsome boy sitting on her right side.
"I must agree with Lady Natasha, he walked out of a fireplace unharmed, he has piqued my interest." Unlike Natasha, Thor spoke earnestly, as he was genuinely curious. He sat across from Natasha,in the second seat Tony's left side. His arms crossed, and it looks as if his red and white plaid sleeves were 3.5 seconds away from ripping open due to maximum muscle capacity. Natasha just "hmph"ed and snorted elegantly.
"Look, I'm not saying that it isn't a bit freaky that a 15 year old just hopped out of a fireplace that no one even knew existed in Tony's room and is referring to said man as 'Big Brother', but I think we should hear about this um… Special Boy." Steve said hesitantly, ooking around at his teammates from his place in the first seat on the Tony's left.
"Rodgers has a point. Stark, speak." Loki spoke from his place next to Thor. He leaned back and laced his perfectly manicured pale fingers together, raising an impeccably plucked eyebrow at anyone who dared to object, namely Clint.
"Alright, alright." Tony spoke tiredly as he leaned back even further. "Harry Potter, also known as The-Boy-Who-Lived is the prophesized destroyer of the Dark Lord Voldemort, also known as my bastard father. He is known as the Boy-With-Too-Many-Fucking-Hyphens-In-His-Name because on October 31, 2000, the Dark Lord entered his home, murdered his parents, James and Lily Potter and then attempted to murder him. Problem was, the killing curse rebounded, consequently 'killing' Voldemort. Everyone celebrated and basically made a Harry a beacon of the 'Light' as he is the only person EVER to survive Avada Kedavra, or the killing curse. Of course I threw the wildest Post-Halloween party known to man, an amazing thing to accomplish at the age of 11. Okay, so maybe it wasn't 'wild' but I was pretty popular in school from then on. Maybe it had to do with the copious amount of alcohol available to underage children, but whatever, getting of track. He supposed to kill my father. So yeah." Tony finished spectacularly. Clint was sitting back looking impressed.
"How old was this kid?" Clint asked suddenly.
"One." Draco answered in place of Tony.
"Hot damn, I want what he has." Clint announced grinning foolishly.
"Technically, the child did nothing. If this wizarding world is putting all their stock into a 15 year old child, based on a prophesy given by a phony oracle, they are beyond foolish." Loki said sitting forward, brows creased with thought, and expression the exact opposite of Clint.
"You're telling me." Draco said, bringing his hand up to the back of his neck, rubbing the tension out of his muscles. "My father works with the incompetent fools they call ministry officials, and I've met each and every one. The ministry is so damn corrupt, the newspaper reports bullshit stories, and you can't trust ANYONE. It's just a mad scramble for money and power. They feed the public a bunch of lies, 'There's no way He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is back' or even better 'the supposed Death Eater raids are staged by the ministry to keep aurors on their toes.'" Draco's voice lowered with every sentence, by the time he was finished, it was no more than a vicious growl.
"Innocent are being tortured and killed every god forsaken day, mugges and magical. No one is safe. Not even Death Eaters." Tony added looking at Draco with an odd expression, but unreadable eyes. "The safest place in magical Britain is also compromised, as they have already had a spy placed among the staff. Potter almost died last year." The 24 year olds eyes were trained on the glossy mahogany table. His expression one of unadulterated malice.
Loki found himself drawn to the younger man's anger. Obviously he was mad at someone other than the petty little spy. 'Perhaps himself. I wonder…"
"Stark, do you have any magical training?" Loki found himself asking before he could stop.
"Huh?" Tony replied intelligently, chocolate brown eyes meeting a pair of shockingly green orbs.
"I asked'" Loki began condescendingly, "do you have any prior magical training or coaching?"
"Um..no. I just kind of go with the flow and just do what feels right. Usually I think about exactly what I want to happen and the magic just…bends to my will." He finished looking at Loki, and shrugging his shoulders.
'Well he certainly is powerful enough, and has a somewhat firm grip on his core…obviously he wants to do more in this twisted parody of a war…'
"Be in the training room at 7:30 tomorrow, we have much work to do. Wear loose clothing." Loki began to stand before his dramatic exit was cut short.
"Hate to burst your dramatic little bubble Rock of Ages, but we have to set out to the Manor." Tony stated mock apologetically, eyes glittering with a bit of humor at Loki's deceptively cool expression.
"And pray tell, what Manor you are referring to. I don't recall you ever mentioning one, and I do pride myself on my memory." Loki's right eyebrow twitched slightly in annoyance at having his exit ruined.
"Malfoy Manner. Next to Hogwarts it's the safest and most secure magical dwelling in all of Europe. It would be in everyone's best interest to re-locate there as the Dark Lord knows who resides here and your erratic schedules. Plus, you all can become well versed in wizarding history and more important magical theory, which believe it or not can aid you a great deal. Who knows, you all could probably even start some basic potions work…that's if Severus lets you of course." Draco finished looking pensive.
"What do mean he knows us all and our 'schedules'?" Natasha looked positively murderous. The thought that someone was watching their every move and keeping tabs on them all, including Clint and herself scared her more than anything else. 'Are we prepared to face an enemy with capabilities this great?' Clint rubbed the small of her back soothingly. As he met her gaze, she could tell he had the same exact thought.
"Exactly what I said. He knows who you are and what you do most of the time. He probably even has a loose idea of what you all are capable of. I know this might not sound like a big deal to you Mr's. Odinson, but don't underestimate his power. He is a very formidable opponent." Draco finished, meeting Thor's icy blue eyes.
"So he could be watching us right now?" Tony spoke up, leaning forward with rapt attention.
"Like I said, do not underestimate him."
"I fear his is right Brother." Thor said looking at Loki and capturing his little brother's gaze. "I have never heard of a single curse that can kill in an instant. Let alone watch you without your knowledge." Loki remained silent.
"Neither have I. I'm guessing we should go pack our things?" Steve questioned.
"Yeah, um, that would be cool." Tony said in mild surprise. 'Where's a Staples button when ya' need one?'
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"Everyone here?" Draco asked for what seemed to be the millionth time. After Thor and Steve running back and forth after forgetting little insignificant things "oh darn I forgot my toothpaste!" and "my polishing rag!" (Cue Loki facepalm).
A chorus of "Yes", "Yep", and "Can we just get the fuck out of here" resounded throughout the rather large living room.
"Alright then." Draco pulled a box of Nerds out of his jeans pocket. "Everyone, place a finger on the box."
"What the fuck is that gonna do?" Clint stated incredulously, voicing everyone else's (barring Tony's) thoughts.
"Just do what he asks Hawk-Ass, we don't have time for this shit. He could come at any minute, and J.A.R.V.I.S. wouldn't be able to do a damn thing. Just put your fucking finger on the fucking box." Tony spoke with no small amount of annoyance.
Draco waited until he counted seven fingers on the box of muggle candy (minus his own hand holding it) and whispered "nike".
The team felt a simultaneous jerk from their navels' towards the box the candy, and with a flash they were gone.
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"Draco, why in the seven circles of Hell are there muggles in the entrance hall?" Lucius growled venomously at his only son and heir. The Avengers, even Loki, were startled by the voice, even more so at the tone the man, who was obviously Draco's father, spoke to his son. Thor, right along with Steve opened his mouth, ready to defend the boy who was still trying to gather himself off of the floor, but Loki grabbed their arms tightly.
"Father, it's Anthony and his family." Draco spoke quickly, fear showing itself in his steel grey eyes.
"You should have sent an owl in advance. Mimpsy!" Lucius summoned a house-elf. The creature bowed so low, its floppy ears touched the spotless floor.
"Yes Master Malfoy."
"Take their luggage to Draco's wing, if he's going to bring guests, then they should reside with him. Don't you agree Draco?" Lucius gave an icy smile.
"Of course sir, it is of little matter." Draco spoke with an unmistakable air of arrogance, his entire posture changing. But his eyes reflected a deep sadness that one could have mistaken for a longing for his father's attention. 'This is not him, I want my father back.'
Lucius gave a curt nod of his head, long platinum hair swaying softly. He spun on his heel and walked away, shoes clicking softly on the spotless marble flooring in his wake.
"What's up with Uncle Lucy?" Tony asked. By now, the team (and Loki) had made their way to their feet.
The blond teen had his head turned in the direction his father had exited. Without a second thought Draco voiced the one thought on his mind, "This is not him, I want my father back." He jerked his head around sharply with a horrified expression. Taking a deep breath and a fraction of a moment to compose himself, "Come on, I'll show to my wing, or the West Wing if you want to get technical."
"'Closer to that inheritance than you think Cocoa." Tony said in a sing song voice as he fell in step with the teen. The engineer took in the sight before him with great appreciation. Yes, it was true. Malfoy Manor didn't feel much like a home at all, but it sure was amazing to look at. The walls were done in a soft crème, accented by gold trimmings here and there in the shape of blooming roses along the wall. A golden rose caught his attention as he saw it curl around a painting of a beautiful little girl with auburn hair gazing lovingly at an extraordinary assortment flowers. She sat on a stone bench in the middle of an extravagant garden filled with hydrangeas, honeysuckle, bougainvillea, azaleas, pine-cone gingers, plumbago, plumeria, paradise Poinciana, and a beautiful vine of lavender colored wisteria wrapped around a dark Elder tree. The little girl waved and reached out, the rose curled around her wrist and she giggled softly. Tony heard his team-mates gasp softly at the sight before them.
"My mother did the enchantments herself." Draco said proudly after taking a moment to admire the painting.
"But…it's…moving!" Steve said in amazement.
"Welcome to the wizarding world Steve." Tony said chuckling.
The group began walking again, walking up a large and very wide marble stair case.
"I think your right." Draco said lowly so only Tony could hear.
"Right about what?" Tony said with more than a little confusion.
"My inheritance." His eyes fluttered.
"Draco!?" Tony said loudly, drawing the team's attention.
And with that, Draco Malfoy fell down a flight of stairs.
A/N: Hey there! I hope you all liked it. Reviews are greatly appreciated! And I do read and replyJ. Points to anyone who can figure out why I picked 'Nike' as the portkey password, or guess Draco's inheritance. Or why Lucius is acting like he's acting. Hum, if you're curious about the inheritance I'll give you a hint on why he's getting it now.
Yungian Psychology, the Human Shadow.
Sorry for any mistakes :/
Muah!
-Zari
