(Little authors note, this story will have elements from both Ironman Armored Adventures and the comics. For example, Pepper and Rhodey look like their counterparts from armored adventures, and some of the villains will show up. While I will be using both villains and Armors from the comics. Now, without further ado!)

Tony opened his eyes to find himself face first into the ground.

"Whoever dropped me off here is definitely going on my shit list." He grumbled to himself as he slowly lifted off the ground. His arms whining with the whirring of servos that mimicked his armor.

He stared around at the room he was in. Made of a brighter shade of the steel, the walls were carved in an intricate pattern of swirls that coalesced into six points. The points all lead into six different hallways. But all of the swirls met together in a singular point on the dome that made up the ceiling.

He couldn't help but admire the architecture, this place felt like a temple in Greece. But made with an iron age mentality.

His feet made a thud of metal on metal as he twirled around. But in doing so he came very close to an ethereal looking being. Tony raised an eyebrow, after all the weird shit today, this wasn't all that strange.

The being sat at over seven feet tall and seemed to float above the ground like a ghost. Its glowing blue body seemed to take the shape of a woman with the way the lines of the beings body curved. The noticeable bust on the beings chest also gave that away.

The…..woman? Yeah, an ethereal woman, floated toward him silently. Its blank face leaned in close to his. Even without eyes, it still felt like the woman was staring directly into his soul.

Tony tilted his head to the side as he memorized the details of the being in front of him.

He didn't have time to do much more as his attention was drawn elsewhere.

"Anthony Stark." The being whispered out in a soft feminine voice. Yep, that's another one in the female category. Weird.

"Do you know who I am?" She whispered out in the same soft tone. Weirdly enough, it kind of reminded him of mom. A soft, soothing voice that was the only thing that let him sleep on some of his more terrifying nights.

Tony blinked as he stared at her face less intensely.

"No, should I? I don't remember a lot of my one night stands. But I'm pretty sure I'd remember someone as unique as you." He joked, half to remain calm and half because frankly, he couldn't resist.

The being leaned in to the point that her face was only an inch from his.

"Oh, you and I are much closer than that. I've been near you since nearly the day you walked the mortal plains. Little Anthony Stark, always walking into daddy's lab. Seeing what his next big invention was. Hoping that someday, maybe, you'd surpass him and make your own legacy that was out from under his shadow."

The woman then looked off to the side in what Tony could only guess was genuine sorrow. "But it seems you left that world far before you should've. And now Anthony, you must make a choice. A choice that will decide the fate of the universe."

Tony blinked once, then twice, before he brought his hands up to rub his eyes. Just what the actual fuck was this lady telling him. How the fuck did she know about his childhood! And what the fuck did she mean the fate of the universe!?

"Okay, I'm gonna need you to slow right the hell down! I don't know how you know so much about me? Or how you knew those oh so juicy little details of my life. But I'm gonna need some context for all this." Tony then gestured with his hands to the entire area he was in.

He was dealing with more bullshit in the last day than he had to deal with in the entire last four years. So forgive him if patience was one thing he was starting not low on at the moment.

"Simple, this form you so before you is the embodiment of my power. The manifestation of my spirit that lies within my physical form. You have been in contact with me for nearly your whole life. And the reason I know so much about you is simple. Anthony Edward Stark, I am the Tesseract. I am the infinity stone of Space and all that it embodies. I am one of six pieces of Infinity, and you are the one I chose to hold my power." She finished by poking him right in his Arc Reactor.

A wave of energy coursed through his body. His eyes and reactor shined a brilliant shade of blue that was the same as the cube. Before dying down back to their normal color.

Tony was left breathless on the ground as he felt…..something within him. It felt like he dipped his toes into a pool of limitless energy. But even a small infinitesimal fraction of it was overwhelming.

"You will not gain my full power yet, but just know. I am safe within the confines of hell. And I will fully awaken and give my piece of Infinity to you when you need me, and you prove that you are the man you want to be. But until then, you will only gain a tiny fraction."

The being seemed to float away as Tony could do nothing but stare. His glowing blue eyes stared as she retreated into the glowing darkness that was quickly overtaking his vision.

Her blank glowing face tilted downward just as the darkness took him.

"Until we meet again Stark."

Tony bolted upright as he woke up in a panic. The lack of sweat was odd, as he'd gotten used to waking up in a sweat in situations like this.

He looked around to find himself not in that creepy dome room with a ghost of the Tesseract. Yeah, that was gonna be fun to explain to himself. As a man of science, there was so much shit breaking physics that he couldn't even keep count of them anymore.

"I swear to fuck if any more weird shit happens in the next few hours I'm hitting it with a repulsor. No questions asked." He said to himself as he ran his hands through his hair. The filaments of metal that replaced biological hair was strange, but not unwelcome.

It was only now, sitting in the old fashioned looking bed that he looked around at the room he was in.

It was average sized, maybe 22 by 20 feet. With the bed he was in in the corner and a desk right next to him. A table and couch were close to the door on the opposite wall. Other than that the only things left in the room was an antique table with a radio that looked just as old sitting on top. Finally, there was a door to an old looking bathroom.

He threw off the white covers and brought himself to sit on the side of the bed. This definitely wasn't where he got knocked out, so someone must have moved him. Were they the owner of wherever he was? Just more and more questions.

He also noticed very quickly that he wasn't in his suit as well. Which alarmed him for a moment, but he then looked around and saw the MK VII sitting at the end of the 30s era bed. It was in pieces, but everything seemed to be there.

"Alright then, who could have gotten you into so many not crispy pieces. And who brought me here?" He said as he walked over and knelt in front of his armor.

All the pieces seemed to be in the same condition as he left it last. Which was to say beat to hell and in dire need and repair and rearmament.

He gently lifted the helmet, staring at the lenses as he pondered his new situation.

The Tesseract's voice kept ringing in his head. Was that some sort of fever dream? No, this wasn't his 17th birthday. And Rhodey had slugged him in the face so hard that tiny hadn't had shrooms or cocaine since. Weed and alcohol were still on the table though.

Heroin, not even once. Fuck that shit, and everything else just wasn't worth the risks. He was a genius and a superhero. But Ironman on hardcore drugs? That was a recipe for Armageddon.

He gently set the banged up helmet on the bed. The 30 pound chunk of titanium and advanced circuitry stared at him before he took a better look around the room.

He noticed something on the couch and walked over to it. Upon inspection, it was a set of clothes. A simple note of red paper and black cursive.

'Hope these fit!' The note read. Tony set the note on the table before taking a better look at the clothes.

It was a set of black wool pants with a matching white cotton shirt. Next were a set of faded brown leather suspenders and white wool socks. Finally was a set of red wool socks and a high quality but antique pair of brown leather boots. Tough, but stylish as well, just how he liked his clothes. Never go anywhere without a good bullet resistant suit.

"That being said though, do I really wanna wear something that hasn't been worn in the past 80 years?" Tony asked himself as he looked at the clothes.

He looked down at himself to see the sorry state he was in. His clothes he entered hell in were little more than shreds at this point. His armor had been providing most of his decency. His belt had come loose somewhere and was currently missing. And he was covered in caked on dust and soot. And he was pretty sure that there was blood on his chest.

All in all, he looked like what the cat dragged in.

He sighed before grabbing the clothes and heading to the bathroom. Despite it all being right out of the 1930s, it still had a functioning shower, which was a damn godsend.

After a longer shower than he had in a long time he changed into the clothes given to him.

Tony gazed at himself in the mirror. He looked almost exactly like his grandfather. He'd never met the man, and dear old dad never talked about him. He asked mom once, but she just told him that he shouldn't worry over a dead man. Which was in sharp contrast to his grandmother, who even dad talked about like the woman could walk on water.

Shame he never got to meet Antonia Stark.

"Alright, now that I look like a mob boss. Let's see what we have to work with here." Tony said as he put the helmet and right arm of his suit on the table.

He worriedly stared down at his Arc Reactor, but when he did a mental command and checked it said that the Reactor was 100% functional and with a full charge. He didn't know how that happened but alright. Maybe it had to with his new demon biology, then again it could've been the Tesseract as well. If that wasn't some weird absinthe induced dream that was.

He put the helmet over his head with a hiss and click of the plates. He then did the same and felt the arm of the mk VII clamp around his shirt and metallic flesh.

Stark Industries Ironman BIOS 3 online

Hello Mr Stark

Tony smiled inside his helmet as his suit's central processor booted up. It was no Jarvis, but if his world was used as a baseline for hell. Well, it could probably still hack almost anything here. Jarvis was quite frankly overkill for hacking purposes, and the only one that gave him any trouble was SHIELD.

He made another mental command and his armor's sensors lit up on the chest piece remotely. Scanning the environment and creating a 3d map. What it processed was an albeit crude but useful map of what looked like a hotel. With different styles of architecture seemingly slapped on.

"Is that a fucking boat?" He asked himself as he manipulated the model with his gauntlet. Zooming in and scanning for any discernible details. All the while he never noticed static begin to play over the radio.

Tony snapped the model shut and walked over to his suit. He momentarily considered the strength of the bed. He then started laying the pieces of his suit out on the bed. Oblivious to the overgrowing static that was coming from the radio. Shadows also seemed to move by themselves in tune with the static.

Tony began reconnecting the individual pieces of his suit. It seems whoever removed the armor from him did it with utmost care and manually disassembled it how he designed it to. He'd actually be impressed if he weren't pissed that someone still took him.

He'd reconnected the torso section, neck, left arm and abs by the time he noticed the static. A quick click of metal and his faceplate flipped up. His eyes staring at the radio that began to play a song.

'I don't wanna set the world on fire~'

It was then that he noticed the shadows dancing around on the walls. Swirling and taking shapes of misshapen, vaguely human shapes. Before then swirling into unrecognizable beings and shapes. Red, angry glowing eyes seemed to stare at him.

"Yeah, no." He said in a barely concealed terrified tone as he grabbed his armor's left leg and slammed his leg down into the armored plates. He felt it shift and lock around him as his personal Reactor wirelessly ran power to the capacitors in his pieces of his armor.

He never got to put on anymore pieces as the shadows suddenly sprung off the walls and pinned him to the floor. His helmet smacked the ground with a bang as the swirling shadowy form stared into his optics. The crimson red stare boring into him as it seemingly decided what to do.

Tony's heart sped up, becoming noticeable for the first time since he died. Hammering heavily in his chest. His Arc Reactor seemed to increase in power as adrenaline flooded his new demonic system. The reactor supplied power to his graphene muscles as the shadows decided what to do.

It brought an abnormal arm made out of tentacle-like shadows and was about to bring it down onto him. But Tony lunged upward with a yell and threw the shadow monster off him. Angry static blaring loudly as the radio changed tune to a carnal roar as the beings mouth seemed to open. Stretching far more than any human could into a crimson maw of teeth.

Tony supplied power to both his gauntlets repulsor and his hands. Tucked close to his body as the power built up with a whine. The shadow man lunged as Tony's repulsors built up their whine to an uncomfortable level.

Brilliant whitish blue beams of muon plasma shot out and collided with the shadows. But while his suit's repulsor was simply absorbed into the shadow, his hands actually seemed to do damage to the demon. Making the radio blare in a pained shriek.

What the fuck, why did both repulsors have different effects? That wasn't supposed to work like that?!

Tony did the only thing he could think of at that moment and instinctively threw his demon arm up and transferred power to the repulsor in his body. The beam intensified as it hit the shadow and the shriek of pain through the radio.

Tony then used his leg repulsor and jumped forward. Slamming his armored right arm into the demon's mouth. He grabbed whatever he could and yanked with the strength only a demon wearing power armor could muster. Shadowy bits that drilled black ichor fell to the floor.

Instinct he didn't know the origin of once again kicking in as his bare foot shot out with a roundhouse kick to the gut up the shadow. But it seems the bleeding demon didn't like that and scratched his foot heavily. But a flare of the repulsor on the bottom of his foot sent the demon sliding along the floor.

Tony then raised his armored leg and with a yell of rage fueled by adrenaline he slammed his Titanium A3 plated boot into the head of the demon. Making the shadows disappear and blsck ichor drip from the mess of shadows.

"I don't know how shadows can bleed, but whatever. Just means it can be killed then. Hell, that's one lesson that Vanko drilled into my head with a plasma whip." He mumbled to himself as the radio and static died. The shadows and blood disappeared as quickly as they appeared.

Tony flipped backwards onto the floor as he caught his breath. His faceplate sliding up once more as his ragged breaths three steam from his mouth.

This place was fucking weird.

His mind then caught up with what just happened. Those instincts, the way his body almost seemed to move by itself. Like a darker, more animalistic part of him guided the smarter and calmer version.

Was that a side effect of technically being a demon now? That was something he needed to add to his priorities. If he just lost his mind like that in a place he didn't want it to. Well that would be disastrous.

Warning foreign operating system attempting connection

Allow connection Y/N?

His armor read that simple message in front of his eyes. What did that even mean? There shouldn't even be any computers that can access his armor.

"Trace source of connection." He asked simply. There was a small load window before it displayed.

Origin is Tony Stark

Purpose unknown

Install Y/N?

Know what, fuck it. What else did he have to lose at this point.

Y

Extremis V 1.0 installing

Tony then felt his whole body heat up. Not enough to cause damage, but it was more than noticeable. His right foot however felt like it was on fire. He grimaced as he looked down at his foot.

Wall, his foot was glowing orange like a piece of heated metal. But there was no pain to it, the opposite actually. The areas injured by the shadow glowed brighter and began to heal rapidly. And as soon as it started the effects stopped. His foot was completely healed.

For one of the few times in his life, Tony was actually speechless.

He flopped his head back onto the ground and just stared at the ceiling. But even something as simply as that seemed to offer him no release from insanity.

A man with ash gray skin and multicolored red hair stood above him. A set of red furred deer ears sat atop his head. A set of familiar crimson eyes stared at him with a wicked smile of yellow teeth.

A voice like an old microphone came out of his mouth.

"Terribly sorry about my compatriots actions, my good fellow. My name is Alastor, and I would like to propose a deal with you" he said as a clawed hand reached out to pick him up.

Tony only sighed in response.