A/N: On a roll, Here is this chapter The second to last.

Tony knew about magic. He felt it. He had never created it. As he filtered it he felt his mind begin to create theories, he realized most of those ideas had grown under not having sufficient data to prove them correct. He would need to learn if he was going to teach Lucien, but to do that he would need to make it out alive.

His son would not suffer more than he had to. He would not become a 'Tony'. Not under his watch.

Odin finished his breath only to finally startle as the former prisoner in all his scarred glory ran. Tony twisted his arm back as far as it would go and screamed in effort as he wrenched his arm forward. He weaved the words that dripped from his mouth before the machine he had created left his arm, propelled by the rockets at the end. He didn't know what would happen, but for once he trust his own blood.

He flung his arms up as a light blared before him and warped the air around him. He dearly hoped that he would not greet the floor again.

Silence.

He dropped his hands slowly as he heard the familiar whiz of Thor's hammer come from his right and Natasha's boots graced his ears to his left.

In front of him was a sight that made him chuckle in relief. Odin, former AllFather was frozen stiff and encased in ice. The man had been caught unaware by a spell known by Jotuns. If he remembered correctly it was a spell former Jotun spellcasters learned at a young age to freeze harmful predators.

Tony leaned on Thor's back as the man immediately stepped in front, just in case. He began to sob as Natasha gripped his shoulder in camaraderie. He smiled as he heard Clint's voice ramble out reports from everywhere. He began to sway as they learned that a whole team was missing and those dead were being evacuated as certain factions refused to given in.

News of Odin's defeat circulated quickly and earth's militia began to move in within minutes of Clint's radio transmission. He looked around as Thor turned around and held his waist and ran a large hand through his hair.

The city seemed to breathe lighter as the sun bounced from every corner refusing to be oppressed by the approaching moon. It clung to the feel of finality of the day. A temporary relief. Tony knew that this city would not be the same. Once again it was the center of change. With all these beings here, he knew this would be one of the centers of trade among the Realms with the 'gate' world. He could see it plain as day. Jotuns mostly populating Russia and Elves among the Central American area. Maybe having London and New York be a melting pot with his influence there.

Midgard was quickly catching up to the other worlds. This was the world he had helped bring. It hurt to know that one day it would bring up Lucy to fight for it. Before then, though, he would do everything to make it long, long into the future.

"-am sorry I could not make it to you faster." Tony zoned in on the tremble beneath his ear and the slight shaking in his love's hand as it tangled itself in his hair.

"Odin had planned for this, Thor. He would have cornered me anyways. I am a walking target after refusing to end Lucien's life back in that cell." He sighed as he revised the situation he had landed himself in. Odin is no fool and definitely not if he had been around for as long as he had been.

It is also what is annoying the genius. He had not thought the former All-father to be as smarter that what he portrays himself to be. They would have to really predict the man's actions. After all he had been humiliated by a mere mortal man who had refused to kill the supposed living landmark of the end of the world.

"We will be prepared for whatever the man is thinking." Fury's voice growled over a the walkie talkie on Hawkeye (who startled and almost dropped the thing into a puddle of questionable red substance that he did not think too hard on).

"Nick! How goes the mini vacation?" The man could imagine the tick that would have arisen in the godparent's forehead.

He could feel the thinking from here. His voice was rasped and to be honest tired and sickly. He may have magic flowing in him, but he was still a human.

"Dandy. Your spawn decided to learn to make things float-" Fury huffed as he explained the situation over the babble of the child presumably in his arms. The voice went in and out and Tony just knew the man was trying to keep the communication device out of the hands of the child. That was the only time the child would ever grump and he was certainly grumping and mumbling now if the 'merps' and 'ah' were to go by.

"Go, my little boy, go!" The bearer of the child crowed in glee only to be interrupted by the babysitter. Tony was clinging to the device like a life line.

"The kid broke every single plate in the safe house!" Fury responded.

"Fuck!" The familiar pubescent voice below Fury stated in absolute glee.

"Fury!" His hidden maternal instinct alarmed at the situation. He imagined that his child learned it when Furious exclaimed over the broken plates or anything else his young trickster might have done.

"That's what you get for leaving me with him," was the only response he knew that he would receive. "I lost five years of my life taking care of him, that I may never get back. The kid decided to break those damn plates at the worst times!"

"Damn!" The voice echoed.

"Fury!" He knew that maybe leaving him with Fury was the funniest thing to happen, if he ignored the advanced vocabulary.

"Don't even, Stark."

"It couldn't be that bad!" Tony walked his way over ignoring his pain in favor of getting closer to his son. Thor kept his hand on his back as he went from walking to stumbling forward to leaning to the side.

Clint snort at the antics of his friends and coworkers and extended the walkie talkie to a human team. He knew the archer would be taking a long vacation after this as well.

"Grey hairs, Stark. If I had hair, it would be grey!" The walkie talkie crackled with the bark.

Tony laughed slightly as he leaned on Thor and responded with a light joke.

"Did you just crack a joke?" The chest below his ear vibrated with a rumbling chuckle.

"Fuck you, Stark!"

"Fuck!" was all that was heard when the call was terminated from Fury's end. Tony huffed back at the communicator and allow his Fiance to pick him up. It was over for now and that was all that mattered.

"Sleep, Anthony, I'll watch over everything." The voice in his ear encouraged as he felt the darkness welcome him like an old friend.

Waking up in the Mansion was wonderful, for a moment. Memories of the cell had invaded his sleep and awakening saved him before he looked in the mirror and felt himself sink into them again. Jarvis helpedd him break the surface, barely.

Thor had a meeting and was not there to witness him remembering within and out of sleep. He sat on the bar and looked at the broken skyline. All of it had been worth it though. He needed to heal and have his son back. He needed to help in the mess that he had helped create.

He took a stand and dragged himself to the nearest workstation with a painful limp. He had work to do and ideas to create, but first, he made a video to add to his files for his child. He knew that life was full of suprises and his son deserved him to try. Those videos were made from his love and this was made from his joy. If he ever left, this would be his legacy. Today they went over Jarvis' code and creation.

This was a new day.