Hello my peeps!
Okay sorry for the wait, but it been a few hectic days for me and i was snowed in form work today. It is bloody FREEZING here and to add insult to injury, it is fucking snowing. SNOWING! The hell's up with that, the mouth i want it to snow, doesn't snow ever, but snow's every other day, it's so unfair. Anyway enough of my compiling, so here we have the first chapter of Stark Of Legend and it's more or less an introduction chapter, something that will give you all an idea on what's to come and how this story will be handled.
Now again, if it wasn't clean before it will now. This story takes place AFTER Iron Man 2 and thus before The Avengers. But it just won't be the Avengers world, but the Marvel as a whole, which included the X men and such. So as always i don't own Marvel or Fate and all it's insanity that comes with it.
So please, read, review and "What the fuc-BOOM"
Chapter 1: Another Stark
"STER...ASTE...MA...ER"
His ears rang a dull ring, as his eyes tried to blink the dust and blood out of his eyes.
What happened?
He grunted and tried to get up but-
"Omph"
He fell to his side, groaning and rolling onto his back. Or tried to as it was kinda hard to do that, when you had a pipe stuck in you're side. He coughed up blood as he groaned and slowly pulled the pipe out just enough to let him roll onto his back. His blurry eyes blinked several times before they came into focus. He then looked up to the pretty blue sky. The hole in the underground hideout had gained a new ceiling and window.
Must have been blown apart, when he and that other Magi's clashed, he mused to himself.
Despite this, he had one thought go through his mind.
"How the hell did this happen?"
Oh he knew how it happened he just really didn't want to think on how easily he'd be duped. Even now, as Xero silently stared at the blue sky, bleeding out he could do nothing but wait for death. His mana was drained to the point his servants could only stay in spirit form, as his magic was desperately trying to keep him alive. He could feel them, their emotions and all of them wanted desperately to help(Even the altar ones, though they'll never admit it) but could do nothing but watch and hope(Or in Jeanne's case, pray) that he would survive.
He was in a very bad bind. His lower half was nearly crushed by concrete, getting his ankle pinned. He was pretty sure he had at least five ribs broken and the pipe lodged into his lower abdomen was steady draining him dry of blood. In short he was in a VERY bad place and for all intents and purpose's:
Fucked.
It had been but a simple job too.
Track down and eliminate one of the rising drug/sex tracking rings that had popped up in NY city. Just another job right? Simple enough to kill a bunch of thugs and rescue the girls, old and young, like he had done so many times before. He been doing it for nearly five years, starting when he was eleven and the using the cards for the first time.
Namely killing those two evil monsters that called themselves his "Parents".
But that was a story for another time. He could feel himself starting to lose consciousness. But at the same time he could feel someone with a small pair of hands shaking his shattered collar bone which hurt quite a bit. He strained his eyes a bit and opened them to see a little girl with ocean blue eyes that were filling with tears, blonde hair that reached past her small shoulders and fair skin. She wore a dirty pink sundress and she had bruises on her far too thin arms and neck. She looked to be about six or seven years old.
"Xero please, get up."
Oh, right now he remembered how he ended up with a pipe in him. It would have taken her small head off, had he not pushed her out of the way and ended up getting crushed instead. He groaned again, moving his arm up to her shoulder as she pleaded with him to get up.
It was a truly heartbreaking sight.
"Annie...listen."
He groaned as a fresh wave of pain erupted form his chest. Make that six ribs broken,"I, i won't be able to get out of here alone. Y-y-you need to go and,,,,,get help. O-okay, An?"
His voice broke and he shuttered, as he felt like something had burrowed into his throat and was trying to rip his thorax out. The little girl, now known as Annie gasped and looked at him with big wide eyes.
"I...i don't won't to leave you. I'm sacred."
He smiled the best he could, but it was very weak,"I know but you're brave An. You done good in doing what i told y-y-you. But i...deep and painful breath, i need you to do this one last thing for me...okay, An? I'll be here when you get back."
"Possible dead, but i'll still technically be here."
The little girl looked at Xero hesitantly, swallowing both back her fear and tears and held her tiny hand out with her pinky finger,"Pinky finger promise?"
With a weak smile, Xero gave her his own much larger one.
"Promise."
The little girl nodded and she ran off to get help, as Xero sighed and moved his head to look up word, feeling mentally exhausted.
God what a mess.
He had manged to get all the girls out and had decided to personally taken Annie with him so he can ensure she got a good home. But the hideout had been severely damaged and when a part of what was once the ceiling gave away it almost crushed Annie, till Xero pushed her out of the way and taking the blunt of the damage head on.
It nearly and was in fact killing him at the moment, but he was prepared though.
He knew what he was doing would probably get him killed. He knew he would more then likely be looking over his shoulder for the rest of his life. He KNEW there was a chance he would die before he was fortieth, being a Magi and all, but to die at sixteen?
Man, what a let down.
Of all the things he expected, he didn't foresee another Magi, let alone a MASTER at that to be with this particular hideout. Yes Xero knew there was a Magi's leading this particular cell and was very much eager to put an end to them, before they caused far too much damage and hurt too many innocent people. But he didn't expect this outcome at all. He didn't expect him to be so strong and least of all, he didn't expect the Magi to be the master of Artoria saber FUCKING alter!
The Saber of Black and a four star servant.
Despite having spared with his own four star and FIVE star servants, the Saber of Black wasn't someone you trifled with and expect to walk away with all limbs attached.
Let alone you're life.
At least he got himself a new servant, that is if he survived his current wounds.
How was he sure he had Saber Altar Atoria in his deck you ask? Simple really, when Xero was able to kill the son of a bitch that was the ring leader of this little operation, he felt himself gain a new servant and when he reached into his deck, he pulled out her card. The dark magic that belonged to the pale blonde had latched onto him, when he killed her previous master.
One that while she severed faithful, she despised his very being. She wouldn't say it or admit it, but she was very happy to be rid of him. She may be an altar servant but she was STILL Atoria, just a lot more hardcore, like the lancer altar one.
While she wasn't exactly nice and downright mean, she was more or less a dark hero.
Never the less, Xero didn't take the Magi to seriously and because of his own short sightedness, he was laying on the ground bleeding out for his own stupid mistake. He'd been doing this for so long, him fusing and training with his servants he's never had a real challenge. The most people he's killed are normal humans and advanced tech aside, he's barely met another Magi that could match him in terms of raw power or skill.
Least of all another master.
He has come across a few Magi's, but they were no match for Xero and overtime he could admit to himself he got complacent and arrogant, which has now come back to bite him in the ass.
Hard.
He was sixteen, sue him.
Even with all the enhancements done to his body because of the deep bond and fusion's he and his servants have done for the past five years, he could and would still get hurt and bleed like any other human. His magic was a key competent to keeping his body in peek condition, due to the injures he suffered when he was younger. As a result, Xero's had to use his magic to repair the damage but due to the severity of said injures, he wouldn't be the same again. So he used his magic to, well be normal again.
Using it for a couple of years it's become second nature to flood his body with mana. With his already higher then average mana pools and with it growing as he got older and using it more it took a lot to drain him of his mana and to use it like he was, did very little to drain his pools. It was as easy as breathing now. Which is the reason why his servants couldn't help him, as he was dangerously low on mana and all of it was being used to keep him alive. They couldn't leave their card form or spirit form, cause even if they could it would deplete the rest of his mana and the end result would be death.
Ever since he acquired the cards, his servants, friends and his partner he's been moving around. Moving form place to place, destroying cell after cell of criminal organizations. Ranging form simple and loco criminal cells to entire international organizations all over the world. This also included sex/human/animal/Mutant traffickers, drug cartel's and he's even had a few run in's with criminal mutants and terrorist organizations.
Though he had the...displeasure of running into the MRD(Mutant resignation department) trying to take him in, under the assumption he's a mutant and while it's understandable to mistaken him for a mutant, it was still annoying. He hasn't had the same displeasure of running into Magento or his so called Brotherhood. He may have everyone else snowed, but having seen and experienced the lives of Medusa, Medea, Emyi-uh i mean ARCHER, and Atalanta, he can see through the mutant's lies.
He wasn't fooled so easily, unlike so many others.
Though that didn't mean he agreed, let alone supported the likes of Robert Kelly, Bolivar Trask or Noraman Osborn. They were just as bad or maybe even worse then Magento. Unlike the mutant they had positions of power that could do some serious damage if left unchecked. Though he couldn't do anything now, Xero knew it was only a matter of time before one of them or they all fuck up.
Big time.
He could only hope he stayed alive long enough to see them all fall and burn for their stupid and quite frankly selfish beliefs. Especially selfish when their anger and hate is directed to people who had no choice in being what they are. True some were bad, but for ever race, there will also be bad, hurtful and quite frankly, evil people.
Evil will always exist in people.
Be they human, mutant, female, male, hell even a servant or god can be evil incarnate. The Altar servants were good examples of humanity's evil, as some of them their very existence beginning been born form such evil. A fact he's learned the hard way form his "Parents" and his servants memories and experiences. Some worse then others.
Sighing to himself Xero felt his eyes being to drop, as he heard voices and the sound of feet crushing the ground getting closer as he finally blacked out form the pain. Unaware of just how much was about to change.
Line Break
Anthony Edward Stark or simply called Tony, was many things.
A brash but brilliant inventor, self-described as a genius, self obsessed, narcissistic, billionaire, playboy, a mouth that just won't quit running, a pain it the ass, and philanthropist. He was also a super hero and he is known world wide as Iron Man.
Yes he was all these things and because of this it took A LOT to shake him up and stun him into silence. He was many things and he'd been called many things, but the one thing he never thought he'd call himself a father.
Now that's something he'd never thought he call himself.
But when he got the call, his "son" was in the hospital with life threatening injuries and needed a blood transfusion, as that's how they found out Tony was his father. You see Tony went to this hospital a lot as a kid and so the main staff had his blood and DNA on record. Plus with people coming in and trying to claim there kid was Tony's love child, the blood was on standby for those instincts. He wasn't always going to be there to disprove the claim and he hated the idea of having to deal with a bloody fucking needle, so this was the lesser of two evils in his mind. So he was naturally shocked to not only hear that he DID in fact have a son, but one that was dying.
He didn't known what to think or do. Hell he wasn't even aware that his body went on autopilot and he grab one of his Iron Man suit's and was flying full speed towards the hospital his son was in. His mind wasn't active but his body sure as hell was. It was barely a mouth ago did he take down both Justin Hammer, his company and that upstart tech stealer, Ivan Vanko.
He only became aware of what he was doing when he landed on the roof of the hospital and JARVIS telling him both Pep and Rhodey were trying to call him, but he paid it no mind. He had bigger things to worry about, like the son he never knew he had, is dying! His mind was in a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, trying and failing to make sense of all this.
How did this happen?!
Who hurt his son?!
Why was he only finding out, NOW?!
How could he let this happen?!
Why did downtown NY look like, Ivan had come back form the dead and decide it would be a good idea to play with those eclectic whips, which he had totally stolen form his own design.
Damn thief.
Oh and more importantly who was the fucker that had the gall to HURT HIS BOY?!
Now, you're probably a bit shocked at how Tony is acting as up until barely an hour, he didn't even know he had a son. But since Tony father was nothing but a cold bastard to him and he swore if he ever had a child, he would never, EVER treat his child that way. He wasn't his father and Tony knew he would probably screw up a good amount of times at being a dad, but god damnit he would be better then his father.
So when Tony entered the hospital, many were quite shocked to see Iron Man in his shiney red and gold suit and made a wide berth for him to walk through, as he reached the receptionist.
"Mr. Stark?"
The nurse wasn't quite sure what to say, she wasn't expecting Iron Man of all people to get here in such a short amount of time. She knew about his son being here, honestly who didn't know? When word spread of Tony Stark's son being admitted to the hospital, it spread like wild fire and it hasn't stop yet. It's not she was surprised to see him, he was very much expected.
They just didn't expect him to show up in his Iron Man suit.
Flipping his visor up, Iron Man became Tony Stark once more and he said,"What room is my son in?"
The nurse, after getting over her son, quickly said,"In room 201. He's in bad shape Mr. Stark."
Without even giving a "Thank you" Tony all but ran down the hall and quickly spotted the room that said,"201". Without knocking, Tony opened the door and froze upon seeing a young man, looking to be sickly pale and asleep his skin looked sunken and dark bags were under his eyes. His entire lower body form his neck down was covered in a pale green blanket and he could see bandages wrapped around his forehead.
Beside that, just looking at him, Tony knew he was his kid. Sure his hair was much longer and wilder looking, but he looked like a younger version of Tony Stark with a red tattoo on his right eye lid that looked like a cross with a vein like line wrapping around the cross.
Never the less Tony slowly walked to his son, seeing the IV stuck in his arms covered by the blanket and the heart monitor giving off soft:
Beep, beep, beep, beep
Tony reached his son's un-moving body, with his body slowly rising and falling showing he was indeed alive. Tony sucked in the spit he didn't even know he had as he looked down at the boy.
His boy.
Another Stark.
Done.
Okay i think this turned out better then i thought it would have and i'm quite pleased with it. True if i need to, i can make it better but i think that this is a good chap. So yeah, nothing else much today or for another couple of weeks or so, so hope you enjoyed.
Devil out.