Loki
Loki was proud with his spell, everyone was drinking and having a really good time, which was until they bumped into the wrong person in an alleyway at midnight.
The man was tall, he had long bleach blonde hair, his eyes were grey and cold and had a permanent glare, and he wore a long black coat and carried a cane with a snakes head at the top.
"Muggles." he spat, but before anyone could even think what that was, he whipped out a stick from the top of his cane.
"Whoa! Whoa, dude we want no trouble!" sniggered Tony sarcastically.
"Muggles, the sooner you are eradicated the better." he sneered, he raised the stick over his head, but he was suddenly struck by a red jet of light and forced backwards, everyone jumped back in surprise.
An old man walked down the alley, and old isn't an understatement. He had a long white beard that he could tuck into his belt, he wore a long purple cloak spotted with stars, his grey-blue eyes twinkled behind his half-moon spectacles and he had a serious look about him, the map of wrinkles on his face didn't help.
"We mustn't dally, we must go, and there will be more." he said calmly.
"We're not going with a complete stranger!" announced Clint.
"But if you want to live, you got my owl didn't you?"
They all looked at each other, "That was you?" asked Natasha.
"Yes now quickly!"
Despite their better judgment, they left with the strange man, they all followed him until a dead end in another alleyway.
"Now, everyone grab that dustbin." he ordered.
Everyone looked at each other funny but they didn't judge his motives, they were drunk after all, as soon as they all laid hands on it, they all felt their stomachs churn, they felt themselves lift of the ground and spin, they soon landed with a thud on hard dirt.
They were all dazed and drunk, Tony, Darcy, Pepper and Bruce vomited in the nearby bush, and they lost consciousness.
Tony
Tony woke up slowly, he heard talking and mumbling around him, the voices weren't belonging to anyone he knew.
"When will he wake up?" asked a stern Scottish accent, belonging to a woman.
"I don't know, is he and the rest even magical?" asked a cold, nasally voice, a man's obviously.
"Apparently so." said the Scottish woman again.
Tony groaned and sat up, nothing was really wrong except the notorious hangover he had.
He looked at the man and woman in front of him, both were an odd spectacle, the woman was in emerald green robes, her grey hair in a tight bun under her hat and she looked tense with her lips in a tight line.
The man however, was in entirely black, his nose looked like a beak and his hair looked like it hadn't been washed in years.
"Where am I?" Tony asked.
"Hogwarts of course," replied the big-nosed man.
"Hog what?" Tony asked.
"Hogwarts," corrected the tense woman.
Tony looked around, all the other beds were empty except for a few kids he didn't recognize.
"Where are my friends?"
"At lunch, you sleep in far too late." scolded the woman.
Tony rubbed his head and looked down, he was in striped pajamas. He wasn't in this before. "Where are my clothes?"
"You'll wear the robes laid out for you, if you don't severe punishments will follow." sneered the man. They left and Tony got dressed, what was this place?
His robes were itchy, it was a robe, a shirt, pants, business shoes and a tie that had a small coat of arms, and there was an H in the middle with a lion, snake, badger and an eagle surrounding it.
He left the hospital ward, and it took an hour to get down the stairs that moved on their own at random times, there was no one to help until he bumped into a few kids in red and yellow ties whom were around his "age", a boy with messy black hair like he can't run a comb through it and emerald green eyes hid behind round glasses, a tall boy with bright orange hair and freckles everywhere and a girl with bushy brown hair.
"Who are you?" asked the black haired boy.
"Tony, Tony Stark, can you tell me where lunch is?" he asked.
The boy with red hair looked at him, questionably, "Lunch is over. Who are you? We've never seen you before."
"Because he's new, look at his tie." pointed out the girl. They all had distinct English accents.
"Yeah, I have no idea where I am so are you going to help me?"
"We'll ask Flitwick, we have charms and he might let one of us help you." replied the girl. "I'm Hermione, Hermione Granger. This is Ron Weasley and this is Harry Potter, but you must know who he is already."
"No I don't, now show me this Flitwick guy."
They looked at him oddly but headed off for "Charms" he ended up in a large classroom, set up like a college lecturing room but half the size, all the students sat in the stands.
"Professor?" asked Harry. A small man, about the size of a Labrador popped up from behind the large table near the black board, he had white hair going everywhere, a pug nose and huge eyes, and it took everything for Tony not to laugh.
"Yes Mr. Potter?" he said in a very high voice, Tony snorted and ignored the stares from the other students.
"We have a new student and he doesn't know where he's going, could we take him to Dumbledore?"
"Hermione, could you? You are already very good at charms." replied Flitwick, Hermione nodded and led Tony out of the class.
Steve
Steve was sitting numbly in Dumbledore's office, what he was just told shook his reality and flipped his world upside down.
"Now, does anyone know the tales of wizards and witches?" asked Dumbledore.
They all nodded.
"Well, they aren't fake, they're all real." Well that was subtle.
Clint snorted, "Yep, and I'm a unicorn!"
"They're real too, don't you worry." said Dumbledore.
"There is no way wizards and witches are real." stated Steve.
"Oh they are, this is a school for them." replied Dumbledore.
"Yeah, I want proof." said Jane.
"Ok." smiled Dumbledore, he pulled out a stick, whispered something inaudible and swished it, and a unicorn appeared in the middle of the room. "I told you they're real."
Clint prodded the animal, "That's impossible!" but the beast disappeared at the touch of Clint's finger.
"Then what did I just do? I hear your eyes are sharp, do you see any projectors?" corrected Dumbledore, again he swished his wand and there was a puff around Thor and Loki, when it cleared they had each other's faces. They looked at each other and screamed, until Dumbledore changed them back.
"To bad Thor, you were just starting to look attractive." grinned Loki.
"Now, I know this is a lot to take in-" said Dumbledore.
"A lot to take in?! We were just told the stories we heard as children were real!" snapped Natasha.
"Yes, we had to keep our existence a secret, if we revealed ourselves, everyone would want magical solutions to their problems." Dumbledore said simply, this shut everyone up.
After a while, once the reality of the situation became more bearable, he started to quiz himself, did the wizards help in the war? If so, why did so many people die? But his train of thought was interrupted by Tony entering the room with a girl with bushy brown hair.
"So, who knows what's actually going on?" he asked.
"Tony, did your parents ever tell you about witches and wizards?" asked Dumbledore.
Tony scoffed, "Yeah, my parents consisted of an alcoholic and a genius who had no time for me, I didn't hear many stories, but yes I know of it."
"Well, wizards and witches are real, you are standing in a school of them." said the Girl coolly.
Tony's jaw dropped, "That is absolute crap."
"Tony, I will not stand such language in my office." Dumbledore warned.
"Well tell me the truth!" Tony retorted.
"Why would we lie about such an important matter?" asked the girl.
"Because you're messing with me! Wizards and witches aren't real, it's a load of-" but before Tony could finish, the girl jabbed her wand in his direction, "Silencio!" and Tony stopped speaking, he couldn't physically speak, he waved his arms and clawed at his throat like a loon, this left everyone in stitches.
"Now Hermione, I know you were trying to prove a point but give him his voice back." Dumbledore smiled.
"No! We like him like this!" cried Clint, Tony glared at him.
Hermione rolled her eyes but jabbed at Tony again.
"Ok, magic's real!" Tony gasped, clutching his throat.
"Now, Ms. Granger, please go back to class, and you," Dumbledore pointed at all of them, "stay in here until I say."
Dumbledore and Hermione left, and Tony reached for the door, but there was a faint click when he grabbed the handle, the door was locked