Chapter 38

"And he ended up in a fight, honestly. Getting offended like that was, was, Childish!" he complained, Bruce chuckled as he went through another checklist. They were in his lab in Stark tower, the teen needing to stay away from his home base for now.

"That wasn't even it, some bloody tabloid caught whiff of the situation and decided to take some pictures. It was like some kind of damn has been broken. People started asking me out once it's apparent the last date didn't succeed."

"You could have said no, Draco. You don't need to say yes to every date." Bruce advised, but the teen puffed his cheeks before complaining.

"Yes, I know, it was just … those people tried hard to impress me and I couldn't really deject them after that. Granted some only wanted a ley in. I mean, there was a girl, she was nice and bubbly and all that. But she was …"

"Not your type?" Bruce included.

"Absolutely. She was a complete idiot. Didn't know a thing past that of a high school education. I didn't go to high school, and I have more scholary conversations."

"People have skill sets Draco, not everyone are as lucky having yours."

"Oh it doesn't end there, her likes didn't intrigue me, and we even disagreed in shows." He sighs shaking his head. Bruce rolls his eyes trying to ignore the needy tone in Draco's whining.

"Why did people started asking you out anyways?"

"Because of Charles. When he asked me out, it seemed to have signalled to others that I'm open and single and accept both sides of the fence. It seems that no one ever tried before because they were too afraid to ask."

"And that's why you came here?"

"Like I had the choice. There are some Hydra activities anyways, they've been sending Natasha and Clint in many missions, I won't be surprised if we would be called in later."

"That's a way to put. Then …"

"You have a question."

"How can you even tell?" Bruce huffs before smiling. "No favourites? None at all?"

"None Monsieur Bruce, I have witnessed every one of them, and some were humiliating." His ever present body guard said as he climbed down a vent shaft. Turning from a monkey to a human. Draco looked above and decided to not question it. Better not to jinx himself. "At least he wasn't as curt with the rest as he was with 'Eksen."

"That guy was a git, I could feel it off of him. I could have told him to take a piss and leave me, or I would have left him in a ditch."

"I'm doubting that you would hate someone like that for no reason." Bruce said frowning when they entered the other labs that he was helping in. Some people greeted them, but most were too absorbed in what they were doing than to notice the trio that just entered. That's what he liked most about Stark's scientist, they couldn't be bothered after everything they have went through in this company.

"Your instincts are top notch when it comes to personalities, that guy must have been real work if you just hated him."

"It wasn't hate, it was disgust. That man must have been a coward of some kind for me to feel like this, it just crawled in me. Made me shiver half the time that he thought I was cold and gave me his jacket. There was some good in him, but it isn't … bright. Just dim and boring."

"I hope that if you ever find out what it was that you wouldn't be badly affected by it. Hey Diaval, did anyone ever test your blood?"

"Non." He answered, frowning at the thought. "Needles seems a bit too sharp for my likings, even the petite ones. I don't want one near me." He continues, causing the other two to stop as they digested what he just said.

"You never got needled? Ever?" Draco was flab staggered when his body guard shook his head. "It scares me. Not to mention that I was avoiding all authorities, so I never had myself tested."

Draco patter him on the back before stunning him with a spell. The man drops on the ground. The teen then looked up at the gamma doctor. "Let's just get those blood samples now so he wouldn't freak out."

"If only that could work with me." Said the doctor with a faraway look.

0o0o0

For the first time from so long, Draco found himself alone. He gave his friend a vacation time for him to enjoy, and since he didn't really need a bodyguard much, he could give it to him with no problems. People now assumed that he was around for the fact that he always stopped people from confronting him. It was nice and it took a month likely for it to happen. Not that he thought it would stop, it just lessened considerably.

He wasn't in Wiltshire, not in New York, and he wasn't at Diagon alley. He was in muggle London just walking around.

This is all the calm before the storm. He knows it, nothing very exciting happened for about half a year, he even celebrated his birthday. He was idiotic enough to think that he would finally live in peace.

But those senses were back, the one he got when something big would happen. Was he turning into a seer? Or was it because he has a connection to earth like never before? Maybe the whole representing magic was the reason? Whatever it may be, he would have liked a skill that didn't turn him insane from paranoia.

He couldn't do anything now, so he would wait, if really did turn into a seer he would deal with it. If he didn't? Then it isn't his problem anymore now is it?

He decided to eat in a café that was hidden in the corner of a busy street. Anyone who came in would either immediately leave with their order, or work on something they had on them. Maybe someone was like him and only wanted to relax. So it was a complete surprise when someone sat right in front of him.

He looks above his newspaper and raised a brow.

A teen his age, probably maybe older. He was wearing a suit, glasses, and umbrella in hand. He turned his eyes back to the political section and the article he was picking out.

"I don't know you. If you want a meeting you should book it with my secretary."

"Your fifth one I presume?" that was strange, his accent was a mix of Scottish and British, from Newcastle probably. He had just with a dash of posh that he was now associating with one Charles Hesken. Before he could comment on that, a puppy – pug – came in and sat next to the man in front of him.

"Cute."

"I thought it was a bulldog." The man admitted as he pets the thing.

"Look sir, I don't know you, and you are interrupting my privacy. So state your business here before I decide to-" Draco looked up then stops, the man looks like someone he met before …

"Did Hart send you?" he now remembered, they were wearing the same glasses, same umbrella, same style. It was uncanny, what did Hart say at that time? Apprentice, heirship? Heirship!

"You're his heir?"

"You actually remember him?"

"Of course I remember him, the man helped me pick a suit at night time. He was kind enough to make sure I was safe the whole time. So what is it that you want?" he asks putting the paper on the table, looking very interested. A complete 180 degree to how he was acting moments ago.

"I came to thank you."

"Whatever for?"

"For saving Harry's life, that's what." He told him, Draco blinks in confusion. "I only met Hart once, and that time he wasn't in trouble, it was the other way around."

"Indirectly, you weren't there when it happened, but you still saved him. You see, me and him have a dangerous job. Something very big was going around, none of the civilians knew about it. I'm surprised you weren't."

"Excuse me?"

"There was a man, who was planning world genocide, my organisation – even if we were down to four and one of us is injured – were present and were able to stop them. Have you heard of a massacre in an American church?"

"Yes, I did."

"It was an experimentation, and it succeeded. Harry was present and could have joined the body mass if it weren't for you. Mr Malfoy, you are funding many security groups, Shield is one of them as people now know. There are many else that you know, and others that you don't, we are one of them."

"I have good instincts Mr?"

"Eggsy."

"Mr Eugene," The man's face turned sour. "Gary, Mr Gary it is. Every contract I sign isn't done nilly willy. I know all of them and their real fronts. So what is it? MI6, MI5? No," he said when 'Eggsy's face turned sour again. "Not that, it's British though, evident from your expression that speaks of rivalry. What other espionage agencies are here in Britain? Strike died a long time ago. From your gear, it isn't Scotland yard. It can still work in foreign soil, and its private, seeing as you used a front to get a deal from my company." The man was now astonished by all of this, Draco rolled his eyes. He wasn't even reading his mind to know all of this.

"So, private, international, well founded and doesn't fear attracting eyes. Kingsman."

"How did you do that?"

"I really like Sherlock Holmes. I also searched the tailor store, I didn't find anything about it online and decided to search more. That's when I found out."

"You didn't have to act all smart, making yourself fancy and all."

"Sorry, but I can and I did. Problem?"

"Lots."

"Back to Hart please." He reminded the man, taking his paper and continuing to read.

"One of our men was developing a self-administrating tech for whenever we needed it. He had a hunch about traitors so he only gave it to Harry, whenever our bodies needed something, the remedy would administer by itself."

"There's a reason I wrote a guideline for those things, an extra dosage could lead to an addiction, or rarely a lethal kill."

"He didn't think of that, thankfully too, because that saved Harry's life. He's now in a coma."

"Who was the man? The bad guy if you will, and what exactly was he doing?" Draco asked, wanting to ask that for a while.

"His name was Valentine."

"… I declined a meeting with him a year ago." He said slowly, remembering the name. He also remember Peter talking about him before.

"It's good that you did too. He was planting microchips that were supposed to give free wi-fi signals to anyone who bought a life time subscription. Those devices could explode, and would have a while ago, but were able to stop it before the launch. The man died, his assistant is somewhere."

"I have a feeling …" in his guts, Draco knew this wasn't supposed to happen. What would really have happened was the death of many political figures. Thankfully the man didn't hear him.

"That concludes all that has happened. I hope for your safety Mr Malfoy." He told him standing up and fixing his suit jacket. Draco looked up at him before sighing. He stood up as well and took out a card with a pencil, writing something on it. He gave the card to him.

"My business card, on it is my personal number. When you need me."

"Not if?"

"No, you'll need me. Call me when Harry wakes up too … I still didn't thank him for that night." He said as he moved to the counted and giving a large bill, not wanting any changed back. He left the room feeling nauseous. Maybe he really is turning into a seer? He shook his head, he can block it.

That's just silly.

0o0o0

"You'll never be able to stop it Spider-man, you're all doomed!" a high pitched laughter could be heard. That was before the spider was able to jump him and stun him, leaving him unconscious. That little opening helped him in neutralizing the momentum threat for there was something much bigger, much worse.

Swinging to the machine, Spider-man tried to stop it. Nothing worked, it was true what the goblin said.

'If you couldn't stop it.' He thought. 'Then redirect it.'

He went on to work, once he stopped typing, everything around him started to slowly disappear, including the goblin. When Spider-man looked at his hands, he clenched it in a defeated sigh. He couldn't redirect it from himself either …

'Forgive me everyone …' the moment he finished his though, he completely disappeared.

0o0o0

"Its unusual sir, nothing physical is showing." Jarvis said to the billionaire. Draco grabbed a bucket and retched in it, just like every other bucket that was reachable to his hands.

He suddenly became sick. No matter what potion he took, he couldn't cure himself. His own medical team that were improving the normal muggle medicine couldn't help him either. So Diaval called Stark for help, and it ended with Bruce checking on him because he was helping him that day.

How did he manage to stay relatively sane through the flight here, he will never know. Bruce tried to sooth him out but there wasn't much that could be done.

"Cradle technology wouldn't help him." Tony mumbled aloud, just to inform his guard. Diaval looked devastated.

"I thought that's for scarring and body tissue you idiot, and it's in Korea anyways." Draco whined, he felt a dizzy spell and had to lie down again, Bruce helping him so.

"Isn't there a spell that could, I don't know, see what's wrong?"

"For some reason, it couldn't identify it. This is the first time I saw this diagnose paired with that spell." Draco moaned, covering his head with a pillow trying to block out everything.

"Could it be something involving magic?" Diaval asked, looking very worried. "Entailing the possibility of, you know, th-the future."

"Oh bloody hell, pray to the lord that it isn't." Draco whined twisting in his place. He's been in so much pain. The best he could describe was needles everywhere, like a crucio, only that you can actually move and talk while feeling the pain. There was motion sickness, so much motion sickness, that just sitting up or lying down could result into more retching. He whimpered when he felt a cool pack on his head.

"The only thing we could do is give him a pain relieving and dreamless sleep remedies. If it is magical, then we should call up Thor, he can help, maybe bring someone from Asgard to look him over. This is over our heads." Bruce told everyone, they all agreed to it.

A week later and the pain was finally gone. Thor told him that it involved his connection to the mortal plane. Something that brought a twitch to his eye.

"Connection, to the plane. Are you joking?"

"I am sorry, but that is as much as I could tell before you received your health back. Your body had to adjust, that I am sure of. Adjust to what? That I cannot tell, we would have needed someone with much more experience, like … my family." Thor seemed subdued at the last thought, Draco sighed as he patted his shoulder. Remembering your family all of a sudden does make a person depressed, Thor being the less experienced in magic within his family might have made him feel left out a bit, after everything that has happened.

"Don't you feel disconnected, to anything?"

"I …" he does. "I do. I …" he doesn't know. "Can't tell what." It was something important, yet he can't tell what it was. He frowned, it was deeply important to him, yet he couldn't tell no matter how much he thought about it.

"It must be very crucial if I felt it hit me like it did. Maybe someone kind of magical area exploded. It isn't Diagon alley, should I go check Hogwarts?"

"Whatever it is, tread carefully, it might happen again, and it would be more devastating."

"Y-Yeah it would." He said, the large man left him to go talk to Bruce, involving his brother's sceptre. He wondered where that thing went, it just disappeared after the merge, he couldn't keep an eye on it. Now they were searching for it fearing what more damage it could cause in the future. Draco looked out the window and was surprised to find a bird.

An owl to be accurate, a dark baby screech owl to be even more precise. Draco opened the latch to the window with his magic, and the bird flew inside to settle on the edge of his bed head. "Garnet! Where have you been? I haven't seen you in a while." He coos at it, the bird puffing itself with the attention. He stated to scratch his head, resulting in the bird causing an odd purring sound.

He stayed like that for a while until Diaval came in. The man stopped and stared at the avian creature, before turning defensive. Maybe Diaval was jealous? He never thought about that, and he never told the man about this owl that he befriended.

"Draco, that thing isn't a bird." He said warningly, Draco froze before slowly pulling his hands away from the bird. It still acted innocent and moved itself back to the palm of his hands, inviting him to continue the scratching.

"What is it?" he asked, fear lacing his voice, he only felt a bird in his presence. If Diaval never said anything, he would have continued believing that it was a bird. He stretches his palms to start a diagnosing spell, but the moment his hands glowed blue and the bird flew away.

"No!" Draco screams, just as Diaval turns into a crow and follows it out. Draco got up from his bed and almost ran out of the window before he felt someone grabbing his clothes. He choked for a second before he was pulled to someone's chest.

"What do you think you're doing?!" it was a woman's voice, Draco was about to yell at her, but stopped once he turned and looked at her.

She looked like she was in her late twenties, or early thirties. She was Asian, obviously, and surprisingly taller than Draco by a few centimetres.

"Kid? You almost jumped off the window. Are you alright?" She asked.

"I was?" he snapped back to reality and looked at the open window, horror started to etch on his face. "I was! What the heck, I thought that-" he cut himself off. He thought he had his broom and hoodie on.

He needed to check his Occlumensy shields immediately.

"You're clearly still sick. Come on kid, back to bed. No open windows for a while, how did you even get that open, it was closed last I checked." She wondered aloud, Draco bit the urge to yell 'magic!' as an answer. "Last time you checked? Who are you?"

"Oh you were unconscious then. I'm Helen Cho, I'm the one who's been developing the cradle. You were going to send someone from your team to join in mine I believe."

"Cradle? Yes, I remember that. Norwell wanted his team to have a broader experience so he contacted you didn't he? I've read everything you sent, it's amazing. We've also been trying to develop a skin graft, but it seems that most of our attempts lead to someone to get sent emergency for allergies. More hazardous than your method."

"Malfoy corps failing to develop something? That's a surprise." She hummed as she checked everything before setting it back.

"No, I succeeded in making a prototype graft, but it works on specific people. Those people are apparently a minority." As in, only magical people. "That's neither here nor there, why are you sent to check on me?"

"Some neurotic damage occurred to you in your unconscious states. It's been repairing itself, a miracle. Stark doesn't have a clue in genetics, so he asked me to take a brake in my project to see what's going on. I'm impressed, nothing could tell us what's causing this."

"My … brain cells were getting killed off?"

"More like committing suicide." She said, a screen appeared showing a representation of what's currently happening to his cells. It showed why he was abysmal for a while now.

"Okay, I am officially creeped out." He admit before looking out the window, he then remembered something. "DIAVAL! He jumped out the window! That's why I've been trying to get to him." He yells, the screen showed the cells reconnecting when he did, as if fixing itself returned his memory back.

Helen looked horrified before sending out orders to Jarvis, Draco should have told her that Diaval could turn into bird as well, thus saving himself.

0o0o0

"Nothing, freaking nothing." Draco mumbles going through the security footage. None of the images showed anything on the not-owl. Diaval came back that day saying that he lost track of it two cities away. With that, Draco asked Jarvis for the footages involving the bird. He was surprised to find some from outside the building as well.

But every screening, every image scope, and every detail about the tiny bird thing showed nothing. It said that it was just a bird.

But Diaval was adamant about it not being one, that it felt absolutely unnatural to him, like it wasn't meant to be. He tapped onto Diaval's head and immediately felt nauseous when he looked at the memory. Diaval wasn't lying when he said the owl felt unnatural, it somehow felt revolting … and familiar.

At the end, they couldn't find a thing regarding it. So they decided to look after his health issue.

All his answers came in the energy scope sittings. When he found out, he had to lean on his chair to take in what was going on for the whole week. Bruce found him like that, so he opened the lights and walked to him with a raised brow.

"Why look like some kind of evil overlord preparing a world domination?" he said, Draco looked up at the man and found him to be a bit stressed. New clothes, fresh out of the showers. He looked back at the screens, Bruce following his eyes and couldn't help but gap.

"You guys went on a mission without me again. There was a code green, and you guys couldn't even think of calling me?"

"You were sick Draco, none of us knew if you'd fall ill again." He told him as he sat down, rubbing his temples. He looked back at the screens. "Then you and Tony could have asked for my help you know, Veronica?" Bruce didn't comment, the wizard turned to look at him with wide betrayed eyes.

"I'm not that sick."

"We all agreed to let you rest for a bit."

"Ever since the Hydra thing!" he yelled out.

"You were stresses even then. Then you went back to England saying that you're going to work. I'm impressed, several inventions and new medicines in about quarter a year, that's a great thing to do Draco. We didn't want you to stop, so we didn't ask you."

"You could have asked me to look for something to help you with the big green guy! I'm already helping my friend look for a cure … for his friend …"

'friend? What friend?'

"Who?"

"I-I don't know. But I did tell him I'll look for it, to help …"

"Maybe it was a hallucination, from when you were sick?"

"Y-Yeah, maybe." 'There was someone, he knew, he promised to look for a cure for someone, but who? Why couldn't he remember.'

"And look, you already found something about your illness."

"Those are magical signatures. It seems like a large amount of magic was trying to bond with me for some reason. This wasn't supposed to me for a long time. Something, or someone, was able to shift that. I think it was someone from another realm, but I could be wrong. It somehow made it illegible for me to accumulate a large amount of magic inside me."

"Why would you do that?"

"… Diaval believes that I'm the representative of magic. I don't. There could be so many others that are more worthy for this, not me. I think it's because my body already has experience of large magical surges that magic herself directed the flow to me to disperse it."

"I don't understand though, isn't magic a good thing for you?" Bruce asked, intrigued by everything.

"No, not all magiks are good. Dark magic for example have degrees of bad to pit worthy evil. Soul magic is bad. So me taking in unidentified kind of magiks inside me had a consequence. I just want to know, what the hell happened!" he doesn't like not knowing anything, and this could devastate him later.

"Hey, hey, relax." Bruce said it in his smooth voice, it was relaxing really. He usually used it on himself or on the cap when Tony did something. "Breath in with your nose, yes like that. Hold it." He waited for a moment before saying "Now let it out of your mouth. Repeat, like that Draco."

They did that a few times before the teen relaxed completely.

"Thanks." He said awkwardly, the man shrugs.

"The other guy felt a bit irritated, you were doing something with your magic again."

"I'm surprised Hulk can sometimes feel it." He told him, looking straight to his eyes without sending any kind of negative emotions. The man smiles thinly, but genially. So they look back at the magical movement that was around the teen for the last week.

"How did you know about Veronica?"

"I can hack you know, It just needs time for me to get used to the system before proceeding. Tony doesn't shut up as well."

"He said he wouldn't tell anyone about it."

"He didn't, I mean," he said whirling his hands next to his head. "His mind never shuts up. I and he are the resident insomniacs. Unlike you, sometimes I'm surprised you can sleep easily. Me and tony though, the man keeps thinking so fast, and so much, there's no surprise in him staying awake."

"And you?"

"My magic is keeping me awake. I fill my time by reading or watching the telly."

"That's the first time I actually heard use British slang aside from cursing." Bruce interjected, abruptly if you asked Draco. The teen thought about it before snorting. "I came out to the muggle world in this dimension, in America specifically. I've lived with Phil and learned from him about the world you know. So really, saying sneakers instead of trainers, or slippers instead of loafers, was his fault." He mutters darkly.

"I'm fixing it, I've been living in England for a while after all, and adjusting isn't hard for me."

"So Tony," he decides to return them to the old conversation. "Just what, spams your head?"

"Yes, that's it. It's like living next to an airport. Always stray thoughts, and when you try to understand what he's going off on once again, you can't catch anything. The thoughts just slams my mind, it hurt at first, but it became background noise by now. I had lots of time with him to finally be able to read some things."

"Then how do you go around anywhere public?"

"Are you kidding Bruce, the public is mercy compared to Tony." He said changing the footage into the global news work. By that, it was meant as several news networks around the world all piling up on the screens to show the news at the same time from different countries, and not one news network that showed global news.

"How can you keep with all that?"

"Eidetic memory Bruce, you're going to question my existence too?"

"Sorry." The man apologized uneasily, seeming to have realized what he was doing for a while. Draco shook his head in amusement. "Not much ado with minds like us. Aside from burying ourselves in work that is. Do you think going to an auction selling old books would be fun?"

"Would anyone fight for it?"

"Fanatic, fanatics and collectors, and when I buy the things off their hands, I'll guarantee myself new enemies. Then have no more boring trivial routine to call as my life, because those collectors and fanatics have become my number one enemies all trying to bring me down every day for stealing their wish list." Bruce was speechless, Draco laughed at his face. "Is what I would like to think, but people don't always get what they want now do they?"

"I don't know, creating enemies is actually very easy."

"Hey look, another protest in Sokovia." He said looking at a certain news station. "There are many protests and riots in the world, why interested in that one?" Bruce asked.

"Because, there isn't a country called Sokovia in my world. There isn't a Wakanda, actually, there are many countries in this world that aren't present in ours. Even Pluto isn't considered a planet in this world."

"Pluto is still considered a planet in your home dimension?"

"Yeah! So it was weird when I found out otherwise. There are so many areas, I just wonder when and why did it form, how come it didn't form back home? There are also rumours about an island nation that's only for criminals! Imagine being able to get in."

"I wouldn't be comfortable."

"You? Of course you won't. Me on the other hand, I can fit right in, I've fit with dark criminals for most of my life anyways. I just want to see the dictatorship. There are however, places present in my original world and not present here. The Canadian wizarding city for one. There aren't any pumpkin juice either." He complained the last part but shook his head about it, he would ask for Diaval to buy one if they were actually exist here, he would be interested himself in trying a new drink, so he wouldn't need much to convince the man.

"Is Maria still down at the office? I can't believe she opted to work with Stark instead of me, I just had my sixth secretary quit. How the hell are all the workers driving them crazy? I mean, they're sole job is to make sure they're okay and remind me of appointments. I do everything else."

"If Pepper has enough trouble controlling two mad geniuses in one tower, then how do you expect normal people to do it to a bunch of them?" Asked a new voice, turning around to find Maria Hills, hair short and looking pretty. He didn't need as much as a glimpse to know that she had a gun in an inside pocket and a knife strapped to her leg. Draco does the same to his ankle though, not thighs.

"What do you need?"

"I was going to call and ask if my body guard has returned from his touring session. You'd think he'd be bored about this tower as he was of the Malfoy building." He grumbled the last part, making them both laugh.

As it turns out, Diaval hasn't returned from the touring, he found a girl who worked at a smoothie bar and decided to question her about everything concerning fruits. So Draco ended up taking out a book about quantum physics to pass the time, and asked Jarvis to notifying him whenever the team decided to go to a mission without informing him.

"Since when were you interested of quantum physics?" a voice he hasn't heard for a long time asked. Looking up, he found none other than Happy Hogan smiling. Draco grins and makes room for the bigger man to sit next to him. Sitting, he tried to sneak a peak of the book, but gave up the moment he found that not only was the book large, the font was tiny. It made him dizzy.

"Don't know, I got it as a gift."

"A gift from who?"

"… I don't remember. Someone just sent it to Tony and he gave it to me on my birthday. There was a letter, but I misplaced it somewhere. Maybe the cleaning crew came in and took it? Hey, how did you even know what quantum physics is?" he questioned the man, Happy chuckled before moving the book a bit, showing the title Quantum physics, and why it isn't astronomy.

"Oh."

"You geniuses sure forget the small things."

"If I can, I would remember every single detail of my life. However, that would end up with an internal injury located in my brain, so I repress it. No, it isn't literal, I just meant that I don't want to get a Migraine, I won't bleed." He explained before the driver could sound his concerns. This made the man relax a bit.

"So how is it with Nurse Joy?"

"Her name isn't Nurse Joy Draco, just because she's a nurse. She's great, we've been going to more dates lately, but you know nurse shifts." He said shrugging, Draco smiles at him before patting his back.

"If she's willing to sacrifice her free times from her job, just to hang out with you, than she's worth it."

"Why are you so wise for a sixteen year old." Draco looked blankly at him before biting out. "I am eighteen years old as of June the fifth this year, Happy. It's irritating when people think I'm much younger."

"Hey, it's just that you look sixteen, it's better than before too, you looked fifteen or fourteen." He hums a bit thinking. "Time flies by, next thing we know, you'll be with a wife and living a cookie cutter life somewhere with a kid that you'll spoil."

"Kid, I hope so. Spouse on the other hand … I'm not that excited for it."

"Talks about growing up aside, god knows how Tony hates those, what else did you get for your birthday?"

"Tony gave me a pair of socks that had real gold stitched to it. You can get disappointed by many things, only Tony will be able to do it while making it look ridiculous, granted he gave me an encyclopaedia of the latest plants of the world. Clint and Natasha pitched in and gave me a light grey and blue sweater, they wanted something to match my eyes, and since they commissioned it, it's unique. Clint couldn't help but point that out to make me feel grateful. I would if the sweater didn't remind me of an abstract painting my aunt had once."

"Alright, the two jokers finished, who else?"

"Thor gave me a house for hamsters …" Happy looked close to laughing, but didn't do it seeing at how disappointed the teen looked. "Jane, Darcy and Ian all gave me a brand new telescope! I could start looking through the stars again, I never bothered to go buy a new one, so it's great! Erik gave me a device to find any distortion to the realms or mortal plains that he made himself after the Aether disaster … Oh my god! Why didn't I use that?!" he questioned getting up leaving Happy confused and alone, the man just shook his head.

What would he say? Boys will boys.

0o0o0

"It's in New York! The distortion was here, someone actually changed the reality here. I can't pick anything else out. What it did, how bad it is?" he looked very much panicked, Bruce calmed him down.

"That's pretty much how I felt when you and Clint came back from your world. So it might have been someone else?"

"No, not possible. The readings say that the energy erupted here, and in New York. As far as I am concerned, the Death Veil is only in England."

"Maybe some other reality has it in America? Or really anywhere else."

"That could be true Brucy … but the energy says that it's someone here who did it. We just don't have any connection to them to remember." Tony said looking through everything once more, Selvig sure knows how to build a navigation device. They have been searching for two weeks, and that was everything they could gather. The most pressing question was, why did it affect Draco? In the teen's head, the most likely theory was him becoming the representative early on, the second one, was that he was somehow connected to whoever did the merge.

A second merge, like this world could handle one in the first place.

"I still think it's the second theory, why else would you remember some things, little pieces really. When it happened the first time, I remembered some things about you and not everything."

"Yeah, me and my friend concluded that it's because I spent time with you before jumping back to my world."

"Who's your friend?" Tony asked all of a sudden, jumping on a hunch. Draco was about to answer in the most graceful way possible before pausing.

He doesn't remember.

"It's him, that friend was involved in the second merge. But I can't remember him?!" He started to hyperventilate before Bruce calmed him down again. He looked close to tears this time. He had a friend, and that's something he treasured, forgetting about him will drive him nuts, because he never wants to lose a friend.

Why doesn't he remember?!

"Fuck."

"Alright, it's serious, the kid cursed, the little mini gentleman cursed, it's the end of the world. Call Steve, he might think it's inappropriate and try to ground him. Better yet call Natasha, she'll kill whatever made him curse."

"Tony. Can you, just for a minute, shut up?" Bruce grumbled seriously at him as Draco started to pace. The man huffs but does shut up, Bruce was one of the few people he respected, so he would listen. Draco stops in his steps.

"What if- If he didn't want anyone to find out, that's why I don't remember him?" he asked quietly, sounding a bit broken and miserable. Bruce and Tony gave each other a look before taking the teen out of the lab. The two older scientists agreed to stop discussing this until the teen was better and is able to handle it. That could take a very long time though, Tony thought, having experience in this kind of things. But the kid was tougher than him, he can make it.

0o0o0

"Great, thank you Amanda." He closed his phone and looked back at his quantum's book. The crow on his shoulder trying to catch up on his reading. Autumn was getting closer, the wind was chilling, but not as much as it did in England, or Hogwarts for that matter. He missed the cold now, it suited his mood.

One of his teams succeeded in building the device involving the cheering affect. He has taken a hold of one and brought it everywhere with him, it being the size of a phone. The prototype was larger than a motel room for families. He was very proud of the young scientist who was able to minimize it, a Uatu Jackson. Prodigy child that was working in the American base. The child was honestly a true real genius, much smarter than Draco could ever hope to be. He planned on sending the child to Horizon labs with a recommendation letter later on. His excuse was that his company wouldn't let him grow as much as he should, they were all restricted by projects, jobs and deadlines that didn't allow much more exploration.

He wouldn't dare send the child to Tony's company either. Never.

Horizon labs seemed to be perfect, they searched for the sole purpose of searching and creating new things that would help the world. He was already a funder, he just doesn't remember why he was a funder at the first place. Either way, Uatu would be better off there than here.

The device helped him ignore the feeling he gets whenever he tries to remember. He would start feeling depressed before starting the device then close it when he felt better. As he predicted, many psychic wards and therapy clinics bought it.

That brought a new panel for the portrait project that he wanted to be started a long time ago. When Norwell questioned him on how the idea afflicted to the company, he told him that it was a study of the mind.

Then came the largest surprise the R&D, or possibly the whole company went through.

He didn't code a guideline to it. Honestly, he never studied portraits aside from the spell and charms you needed to put on the special paint. Aside from that, he knew nothing, so this would be a complete new ground for everyone.

He said he had only a vision of how the final product would be like, that this project could take many years before it was completed, that was why it wasn't a high priority project. Surprisingly enough, he had two teams working on it, one from R&D joined by a medical team, the ones who helped in the cheering device. As it is, they were all delving in the biggest mysteries that humans faced, it was the mind. The portraits were an echo of a person's mind, and it would take a long extensive research to have a lick of how to process this.

To motivate them, he doubled their already high pay.

"Amanda is what, your seventh now?" Bruce asked as he came out of the lab he was occupying just now. Draco looked up from his tablet and then returned as he continued his program sequences for Veronica.

"What are they doing there? It's harder to get secretaries now since every one of them keeps quitting. We're building a reputation here, and it isn't good." He mumbles when, and angrily taps on the tablet when he found a mistake.

"That tablet isn't made out of Vibranium. Why don't you use the normal hologram screens?"

"I am angry, hitting hologram screens won't let me let off steam now would it?" Draco bites out but started to laugh at the thought, Bruce joining in as he imagined Draco trying to destroy the hologram. "If anyone can brake it, it'll be you."

"Thanks, hey Bruce, why are we building Veronica? I mean, Nat's lullaby's working well enough isn't it?"

"In case Draco, nothing ever sticks by me." Bruce said, rubbing his arm nervously. Draco was silent for a moment before turning at the man and giving him a reassuring smile. "I'll always stand by you, mate. If you ever need to run away, come to me. I'm pretty well known for escaping anyways."

Bruce was about to thank him before a screen appeared between them. Warning signs on it. The man's eyes widens from the news on them.

"We need to get Cap and Thor."

"Why?"

"My gamma sensors picked Loki's sceptre, someone's initiating use."

AN:-

Helen Cho is Amadeus Cho's mom, I want to know if he's born yet in the MCU or not.

I went to a library a while ago, bought two comics. Forgot to buy Spider-Gwen or any of the Spider-verse comics, but I did buy a Mrs Marvel. Now that I talked about it, can you figured out what happened to he-who-Draco-cannot-remember? Bonus points for them.