Tony Stark watched the waves tumble and turn against the rocks with interest, a grin stretching onto his face. A sense of sincere pleasure coiled in the stomach, a change from the usual euphoric high he seemed to be constantly chasing because this was his. Not a remnant of his father's legacy or his name's legacy, but rather something that was solely his, built from his mind and nature in an awesome combination. The salty sea air rushed across his face, a nice a pleasant thing and he mentally patted himself on the back for snapping up the lot for this place months ago before anyone else could grab it- especially after he had built it perfectly, his perfect pad, a stark(ha pun) difference from the mansion he had sort of grown up in(did it count as growing up if he was constantly shipped off to school?), not a huge Victorian monster with stuffy rooms filled bitter and hurtful memories of a neglecting father and a mother gone too soon.
He had discovered this strange grotto on the land and had made sure to build an access room from his new set up basement lab.
It opened to the sea, the Pacific tumbling and turning in front of him with nothing but the clear sky stretching out into the horizon. The thirty-year-old was more than happy with the result of the builders. He knew for damn sure that this was perfect surfing kick off point. Taking off his shoes and not really giving a flip about his expensive pants that Obi insisted he wear on a semi-regular basis, he slowly waded into the water, the cool and slight sting of the salt-water quickly drenching him as he tested the waters. It was awesome. He grinned again.
But his grin dropped when he caught sight of a small blip of red fighting against the waves.
AN: I do not own Marvel nor the Little mermaid, it does, however, belong to the all mighty Disney,
And enter the Marvel. See, it is a crossover!
Edited: 28 October 2017