Disclaimer: As before, I still don't own Glee, Iron Man, or The Avengers

A/N: If you're still reading, welcome back! I'm glad you enjoyed the first chapter enough to continue onwards! This drabble is the beginning of Iron Man and it's Blaine finding out at Tony's convoy was attacked in Afghanistan and his father is now missing.

Blaine sat in the common room of his dormitory at Dalton Academy, trying to work on the history paper he had due two days from then. He had been attending the school for several months now and while he was still acclimating he was quickly making friends and, with much teeth pulling from both his father and the boys at school, he had agreed to join the Warblers - the Glee club on campus - and had quickly risen through the ranks to become one of their lead soloists. It was something that Tony was very proud of and he had made it to the first competition that Blaine had been in, cheering louder than everyone else there, but that could have been due to the fact that everyone was in such complete shock that the one and only Tony Stark was attending a Glee club competition.

A few of the boys had really become close with Blaine, namely Wes, David, Jeff, Nick, Thad, and Trent. They were all in the Warblers with him and so when they weren't in practice they were trying to convince him to join in on study parties and go get something to eat with them and such. Blaine had been heartbroken when Jason's parents wouldn't even let him talk to their son, but to cheer him up Tony insisted that Blaine bring his new friends out to the Malibu mansion for the vacation to beat all vacations, and it had been. Yeah, his dad was a womanizer, but he was still able to be a good dad when it mattered.

"I have never been able to understand why you won't watch TV when you're doing homework," Wes said as he walked in and plopped down on the couch next to Blaine.

"Because unlike you all, I actually like to be able to concentrate when I'm doing my work," the other replied, not looking up from his work.

"Excuses excuses," Wes laughed, turning on the television set and started flipping through channels.

"Come on man, I need to get this done," Blaine moaned, but just then the click clack of a pair of heels made both of them look up.

"Mr. Anderson, the dean needs to see you in his office immediately," the secretary said. Brow furrowing, Blaine stood and made to follow her before turning back to Wes on the couch. "Can you keep an eye on my stuff?"

"No one's gonna take it, but yes, I will," Wes said, crossing his heart.

With a grin Blaine nodded and followed the secretary out. Wes sprawled himself across the couch and was soon joined by David, Thad, and Trent. Flipping through the channels wasn't really eliciting too much entertaining programming so he finally decided on a news station. When they saw the heading at the bottom of the screen all of them gave a collective gasp of horror. "Shit…" David muttered, but Wes had already stood and was scrambling over the back of the couch and running down the hallway.

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The walk seemed longer than normal, but that was mainly due to the fact that Blaine could just feel the tension coming off of the woman in front of him and it was making him increasingly nervous. He couldn't think of anything that might have caused him to get into trouble and was trying to figure out just why he was being called in like this. When they finally arrived the woman opened the door for him and ushered him in. The dean was seated at his desk and talking to someone in one of the high backed chairs, but Blaine couldn't tell who it was right away. All conversation ceased when he walked into the room.

"You called for me sir?" Blaine said, standing just behind the chairs.

"Yes Blaine, please, take a seat," he said, motioning to the unoccupied chair.

"I would rather stand sir. I'm not even sure why I'm here."

"Blaine this is not going to be easy news to hear, it would be best if you sat down."

"Sir, I would prefer-"

"Blaine."

The boy watched as the person in the other chair rose from her seat and he saw now that it was Pepper. A very distraught and exhausted looking Pepper Potts. "Pep? What's going on? What are you doing here?"

"It's Tony. Blaine…he…he went on the trip to Afghanistan to present the Jericho to the military, but his convoy was attacked on the way back from the demonstration," she said slowly, clearly trying to keep herself from breaking down right there.

"Is he…is he alright?" Blaine stuttered out, stumbling backwards somewhat.

"They don't know where he is right now. A terrorist group known as the Ten Rings has taken him hostage."

All the blood in Blaine's body turned to ice as the air rushed from his lungs. "No…" he muttered, stumbling backwards even more. Pepper tried to walk to him, but that just broke something in him and then he was running.

"Blaine!" Pepper cried out, but he did not return. The dean had already picked up his phone and was calling the faculty to alert them of the situation and to have them bring Blaine back if he was found. Not long after Blaine ran out Wes came up to the door, panting.

"Wesley, I'm assuming you've seen the news?" the dean asked and the boy nodded. "Blaine just ran out, do you think you and the Warblers could help us locate him?"

Wes's eyes went wide and he cursed under his breath once more before nodding. "Yes sir, we're on it." He whipped out his cell and sent out an emergency text to the others and ran to the first place he thought they might be able to find the boy.

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"Blaine," a voice said quietly and it startled the boy out of his thoughts as he stared out the window of the Warblers rehearsal hall. It had become like a second home to him and was now the only place he felt comfort. Looking up and over he saw the Warblers gathered before him, Wes at the front.

"Guys?" His voice was hoarse from running and crying.

"Hey, Pepper and the dean are pretty worried about you, what with you just running out like that. They sent us to look for you," Wes said, reaching out and placing his hand on Blaine's shoulder. At the contact everything seemed to crash around him and his eyes rolled back and he slumped to the floor, Wes catching him before he hit it. Everyone cried out but Wes hushed them with a glare. "Give him a minute!" he ordered and they all quieted down immediately. Focusing back on the boy Wes patted his cheek lightly. "Blaine? Come on man, need you to open your eyes." He did that for a couple of minutes before Blaine moaned and his eyes fluttered open. "There we go."

"It happened?" Blaine croaked and Wes gave him a sad look, nodding.

"Yeah B, it happened." The boy cried out and Wes hugged him close, rocking him gently. "It'll be okay, it's gonna be okay," he whispered over and over into the ear of the crying boy, the other Warblers gathering around them and reaching out a hand to rest on Blaine's shoulders, on his arms, his back, just to let him know that they were all there to support him. "You're dad's Tony Stark, everything is going to be just fine." And he prayed that he wasn't lying.