*on the fifth night of Chanukah, the-real-narnia gave to me:

Another chapter of Tsunami!*

Someone mentioned how nice Elle is to the people she loves.

Yes. Yes, she will dote on Tony and others (Bucky, Loki, Bruce...dark-haired broken men with sad pasts...) And some people are going to get fucked.

Including Thor (yeah, I'm looking at you), but only at first when he's still a huge asshole. Once he hits golden-retriever mode it'll be fine.

Also, it'll probably be a bit longer before you guys get another chapter of this. Just a heads up that it might be a bit longer than normal, like a week or two.

Chapter Eight - Tony, Part Seven

I finished explaining my plan for the upcoming month.

Tony was staring at me again, a sheen of excitement in his eyes. "Jarvis, I don't care what the hell you say, we're keeping her!"

"I tend to cause chaos," I told him.

"I can tell." Tony nodded. "Alright, so what now?"

"Until then?" I asked.

He nodded.

"Well, for one, you should probably finish the design for Stark Tower, get them to start building it. Also, I know you make it run off an arc reactor you put in somewhere underwater…sorry that's not more specific." I said.

Tony nodded. "It's fine. Anything else?"

I nodded. "Hand the company over to Pepper and make Rhodey War Machine, and then I'll become your P.A. You will still be acting like you're sick."

Tony nodded.

"We'll end up meeting a female member of one of these boy-bands, and we'll start stealing her away from Shield. We'll pick up Peggy, bring her back with us. And steal Bucky Barnes from the Nazis."

I paused, going over the list I just made. "Not necessarily in that order."

He was staring at me. "You are scarily efficient. Like Pepper."

I beamed. "Good."

When it came to efficiency, Pepper was a goddess.

Which is a good sign, because (other than the times I need to run around fighting) I'm usually very lazy.

There was a pinging noise. "Sir, the equipment you ordered should be arriving soon. Perhaps you should start to prepare your workstation?"

"Alright!" Tony said. He turned to me. "Are you going to help?"

I shook my head. "If I help you break your house it won't get fixed…ever. I can help you move things, but if it involves breaking through your walls or your floors, you leave me out of it."

Tony slightly pouted, but I helped him by moving things as he went through stuff.

His tools were delivered to the door, and I'll admit, I showed off a little. In order to get everything in place and build what he called a 'particle accelerator,' I used Mercury to help line them up.

Tony also had Jarvis scanning me the whole time while he set it up.

"These stats are amazing," he breathed as he looked them over.

"You realize you're going to cut through a lot of things if you do it like this," I told Tony, ignoring him and gesturing to the particle accelerator.

He shrugged.

"Yeah, I'll take care of it," I sighed. "Now, do you want me to help with tightening the screw? It'll cause problems if it's not held down while we do this."

He eyes my muscles.

"Tony, Castor Magic affects the body, remember? Most of us are a hell of a lot stronger than we look. Plus, I could probably move it entirely with magic."

He thought about it, but shook his head. "No. This is something I need to do myself."

I smiled and him and took a step back. "You should probably get started then."

I watched him as he started to tighten the screw and Jarvis listened to his commands to crank up the power. My mind went back to Natasha's report, which I could only think was faked for manipulation or some shit. But Tony? Not a team player?

Bullshit.

He worked amazingly well with everyone on the field. When he was with Yinsen they both worked well together in order to create the arc reactor. He and Bruce would gravitate around each other without actually properly communicating half the time.

No. The biggest problem is that Tony starts to get frustrated when people don't understand things and then they get frustrated with him, and sometimes he has trouble accepting help, because he keeps feeling like he should do it alone.

And hopefully, now Tony would get the message that he had more people he could count on…even though the entire gang wasn't here yet.

Tony tightened the screw one more time, and the beam finally hit the triangle, transforming it into the synthesized vibranium.

"It is complete," Jarvis intoned, shutting down the machine.

Tony walked towards his new core slowly.

He reached out to pick it up.

"Hey," I told him.

He looked at me. "What?"

"Let Jarvis run some tests," I said gently. "And sit. There are more things we need to talk about."

Tony sighed. "Of course there is," he muttered, settling down on the couch beside me.

The robots came running up again, as if they knew he might need comfort.

"We need to talk about the game plan from here on out," I told him.

"I thought we did?" he asked, confused.

"Not exactly," I said. "First, we need to talk about the arc reactor."

"Alright. What about it?" Tony asked.

"So, when it comes to 'presenting' yourself as sick," I said. "I can create an illusion to make you look more sickly. If we go by your previous timeline, you made it until a few days into June before you were on your deathbed. You can say you're seeing a special doctor that's helping you prolong it while you look for a cure." I gestured to myself. "That'll be me, and that should at least buy us until the end of the summer, I think."

He gave me a hesitant look. "Maybe we should hold off on switching the reactor? We don't know if your illusions will hold up on camera."

I rolled my eyes. "That's why we test things. I might not have really taken any proper science classes since middle school, but I remember enough about the Scientific Method."

He gasped scandalously, the same way he had when he found out there was no internet in the Fairy Tail universe. "You haven't even had high school science?"

I glared at him. "Don't change the subject. Plus, I'm living with you, I'll catch up soon enough. I want to know why you don't want to switch out the reactor yet. Yeah, I'm on to you."

"That's gonna get annoying," Tony muttered, rubbing his head. "Look, you also said that you didn't like doing that."

"Don't like doing what?" I asked, confused.

"You mentioned it earlier. Illusions count as Chaos Magic, which is Eris, which is one of the dwarf planets. And you said you had bad side effects if you used them too often."

I sighed. "Eidetic memory. Right. Look, Tony, I don't care. I'll just need Jarvis to keep an eye on me, I'll be fine. You can't seriously be considering wearing the palladium core for longer."

"Excuse me, Mrs. Dreyar," Jarvis's voice interrupted mine and Tony's stare down. "What do you mean 'keep an eye on you'? Does using Chaos Magic make you dangerous?"

I sighed. "The side effects for using the dwarf planets usually has to do with the same thing, or the opposite thing happening to the user. Chaos Magic makes illusions and includes sleep magic. Using it can cause hallucinations, and also sleep deprivation. Illusions can be seen by anyone; the hallucinations would be unique to me. Instead of putting others to sleep, I have trouble falling asleep. Those are just some of the things that can happen for dwarf planets. I wouldn't get violent without a reason, but it does deteriorate some common sense. For instance, if the hallucination I see might be someone from my past, I might still react badly, even though I should realize that there's almost no way they would be able to get here. I'd mostly need your help to confirm whether or not someone was there. Otherwise I'll dissociate. Not the most pleasant feeling."

Tony looked at me, aghast. "And you want to use it?"

I shrugged. "It usually takes around three spells for it to cause any noticeable effects. More if I dilute it with another element. For instance, I was thinking of maybe using some Sleep Magic on you, mixed with Healing Magic and Purity Magic. It should help kickstart you into a normal sleeping schedule as long as I do it for about a week. It should be fine for me."

"…You have Healing Magic?" Tony asked.

I stared at him this time. "That's what you took from that?"

"I understood everything else. You didn't mention Healing Magic."

"I didn't?" I asked, frowning. "Sorry. Okay, so Healing Magic is also a form of Lost Magic, and is also acquainted with an element. Can you guess?"

Tony's forehead creased. "Can Natsu heal, then?"

I shook my head. "No, though I'm sure you've made the same connection; Phoenix, Lucy's spirit, can heal. He says that Natsu's fire isn't pure enough, and that it's only the fire of the stars that have the proper type of fire for the cleansing to work properly. Normally, it's associated with Sky Magic. So, for me, Saturn. I can't heal nearly as well, though, so we won't do anything about the arc reactor until we meet up with Natsu and Lucy again."

"…The arc reactor?" Tony asked quietly.

I glared at him. "I've seen the size of that thing, Tony, and I once read a fan's theoretical report on what that would do to your body medically. Even without the poisoning and the shrapnel, the arc reactor probably reduced your lifespan to your late fifties, if you're lucky. But Phoenix can help fix your sternum properly and make your organs recover."

He stared at me, slightly in shock. He opened and closed his mouth several times.

He seemed to be struggling with what to say.

I approached him and hugged him again.

"Tony, you can't keep doing this self-imposed punishment on yourself. You can't keep the arc reactor."

"Are you going to force me to get rid of it?" he asked.

I pursed my lips. "No, not force you. You're still an adult, I can't take away your right to consent. But you are technically killing yourself. And I can at least tell Pepper and Rhodey."

His eyes widened. "That's cheating!"

I shrugged. "If I have to. Look, Tony, if you really want to help people, then you also need to take care of yourself. If you're not in the best shape you can be, then you can't help people as much. Speaking of, we should talk about your eating habits and your sleep cycle."

"What about them?" he asked mulishly.

"Tony, it's basically written into your DNA that you can achieve all of these amazing things even with the small amount of sleep and food you get. If you increase it up to the amount needed for a normal human being, you'll probably be more productive, too."

"But I'll have less time," he whined.

"That's what I'm for," I pointed out. "To help you get certain things out of the way."

He stared at me. "Alright, I will let Phoenix heal…everything if-" he glared at me, raising his hand. "and only if I switch my arc reactor out on rotation. I want it to look more authentic, and we need to test your illusions first, and I don't want you doing them too much, so we'll be spreading those out anyway."

I stared at him before throwing up my hands. "Fine. You do it under the condition that you tell Rhodey, Pepper and Happy about the poisoning, and also that you'll be recovering. Speaking of, I also want to know what you want them to know and what you don't. They might be safer not knowing certain things, and Rhodey can't get in trouble if he has nothing to report…"

"Okay," Tony said, leaning forward. "Maybe just that you're from another dimension and that you know the future? We'll work on the rest as we go?"

I nodded. "We shouldn't mention the element just yet. Pepper can contact R & D once you're officially 'recovered'."

"Alright," Tony said, leaning forward. "Now that we've settled the health debate… what exactly were your plans for me in the next month or so? I noticed you kinda left them out of your plans"

I smiled at him. "I was getting there. So, there's a few. One, have you thought about building the Iron Legion?"

He nodded.

"You can present that to the UN, and have them do search and retrieval. Help with natural disasters and that sort of thing. One of your 'last gifts' before you die, and we can keep an airtight contract and stuff."

"And what are my other gifts?" Tony asked. "I've got a few ideas, but I'm looking forward to hearing yours."

"Body armor. Communication, Prosthetics," I listed. "Medical supplies. Just about anything, really, though we can put them in order of most important to least."

"What do you mean by 'just about anything'?" Tony asked.

I smiled at him. "Simple. It has to do with your superpower."

"Iron Man?" Tony asked.

I shook my head. "No Tony, it's a lot more complicated than that. Iron Man isn't your superpower."

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"You do have an actual power," I said.

He eyed me curiously. "Explain."

I thought about where to start.

"We've diverged from the main timeline," I said. "So you now have free will. But the characteristics you've always had, they're written down to your very soul. Like lines of codes you can't erase."

"And my superpower…is there?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

…Why was it that this was the thing he seemed most skeptical about?

I nodded. "You need to remember that this used to be a fictional universe. So it's created with certain rules and loopholes that don't happen normally, things we can use to our advantage."

"Like what?" Tony asked.

"Science," I said instantly. "Tony, a lot of what you call science makes no sense to the rest of us-" I held up a hand as he started to protest. "Let me finish." He nodded. "because it's not real science."

"What do you mean, it's not real science?" Tony asked, alarmed.

"We call it comic book science," I said. "It's just hand-wavy, scientific-sounding words. It's like…coding. You're speaking in a set of coding that some people can understand, and some people can't. A lot of the things you do can't be explained, can't be done with real science, with what I had in my original universe. So it was generally waved away with suspension of disbelief, as 'comic book science'. You, Bruce, Jane, Helen; all of the scientists are on a separate wavelength, getting some sort of signal that allows them to do other things. Kinda like how I and the rest of the Fairies are on a separate wavelength for our magic. You guys seem to jump to something else like it's the next logical step to make; a step that changes the road you're on that most people can't follow. It's one of the reasons why you have a hard time connecting to certain people."

Tony swallowed. "So what, exactly, do I do now?"

"Nothing," I said, grasping his hands. "Keep doing exactly what you're doing. So there's a missing piece for the rest of us, so maybe it won't ever be considered 'real' in my original world. It still works. You guys are still able to do amazing things. And that, Tony, is part of your superpower."

"So…my superpower is my science?"

I shrugged. "Kinda. It's your mind; you have the ability to fix anything that's broken. Tony, your superpower is the very definition of 'Anything you can do, I can do better'. Anything you make, anything at all, will be an improvement over the original – even if you made the original, too. It'll take you a while, but no matter what, you can always fix it in the end. That's your strongest superpower. You're a mechanic; you're The Mechanic. You fix things."

Tony nodded, starting to brighten up.

"Which is why you're going to fix everything."

His smile disappeared again. "What."

I grinned at him. "Tony Stark, we're going to take over the world."

"What?!"

"Tony, we're going to fix the world. We will make anything and everything. SI can do a whole bunch of shit, produce a whole bunch of shit." I squeezed his hands. "Let's give Bucky and Steve a world we can be proud they'll wake up to."

"That's going to need a lot more people than I have, working at SI."

I shrugged. "That's fine. We'll probably end up putting all the energy companies out of business, anyway."

"What!?"

"I was thinking about an addition to the tower." I grinned at him. "What do you know of Tesla?"

Tony stared at me before he threw his head back and began to laugh.