Summary :In which all players are finally under one roof, so to speak. Or how Remus is vastly confused and Jarvis is hopeful but not in that exact order. Also Tony being Tony.

Chapter 10

On May 2nd, 2015 when J.A.R.V.I.S was dying, he scattered himself across the internet saving parts of himself. Those parts were reborn anew as Vision. But the parts of himself he couldn't save as Ultron had destroyed him, instead drifted into a different place, time and technology. He 'woke up' to someone swearing in a British accent if he was 'hearing' through a drinking straw, he tried to reach out but his data was slower then molasses, slower then the first raindrop onto a puddle. He couldn't speak, or move but there was something. Oh, he was stuck in a 1982 Commodore 64 computer, which didn't make sense. So he reached out to Sir the best way he could.

**

Howard Stark was swearing in all the languages he knew as he had pushed the tech as far as he could get it. The last ten months was hell on earth for the genius inventor, who to him, had to work with the outdated technology of 1977-78. Al Black, his new invisible blue friend, aka force ghost was interested in this 'muggle' technology.

"I was never a hands on person, so whatever you are doing is impressive." Al watched over his shoulder at Howard, who had welded, worked his brain and admittedly 'patented' a few technologies that would get what he needed faster since it seemed that he was in a completely different dimension, to get a awkward but functional 1982 computer in the basement of his New York home of 144 Bleecker Street. It was one of the only things that still was the same from his New York, even in the 1970s.

Howard didn't reply, but went upstairs to the kitchen to get himself some dinner or lunch or something. He didn't know what time it was but his stomach was demanding food and he needed rest.

Whistling a happy tune with a mug of hot coffee in his hand the next morning or afternoon or whatever, Howard Stark's brain was working on how to 'upgrade' different technologies so he was excused on not noticing the one-way conversation that had been going on all night.

Thankfully for his caffeine addiction, Howard set down his mug on his wooden worktable before he just stared at the television that was serving as the computer screen. It was completely filled with writing and Al was staring.

"I didn't know you had a house elf. That is I think this is a house elf. But how would a house elf get stuck in muggle technology?" Al asked noticing Howard beyond baffled.

"I have no idea what a house elf is Al." Howard said dumb struck at the blinking green cursor and the block of writing that just disappeared.

To that, the computer typed on the black screen in the typical green lettering of early computers, "Sir, as you know, I am not a house elf. I could be called a brownie, if you are referring to the brownie, in English and Scottish folklore? A small, industrious fairy or hobgoblin believed to inhabit houses and barns. Rarely seen, he was often heard at night, cleaning and doing housework according to Britannica online. Sir, why am I in a 1982 computer. What happened to Ultron? How am I still functioning with this limited computer processor? It shouldn't hold my data."

To be fair, Howard did see 2001 A Space Odyssey in 1968 and the scream was valid as well as the cold shiver of fear down his spine. H.A.L. 9000 was terrifying. But the tech in the movie was awesome.

"Sir? Is something wrong? I am sorry that I couldn't hold back Ultron. How was the party sir? Sir?"

Howard just stared before saying, "Who are you?" He didn't say what as he had the sneaking suspicious that it was a working A.I. The next words typed confirmed and flooded him all at once.

"I am J.A.R.V.I.S. sir. You know that, you modeled me after your old butler, Jarvis." Jarvis was getting worried, what happened? He still couldn't access anything. It was frustrating for his processing abilities. If a A.I. could feel dread, he would.

Tony, it had to be. He loved Jarvis, in fact Howard thought that Tony loved Jarvis more then him but since he was a crappy father, at least Tony had someone besides Maria. Still the sharp sting of jealous was unexpected. Suddenly Howard wanted more time with Tony but that wasn't ever going to happen.

So Howard did the next best thing. "It's good to meet you. What's J.A.R.V.I.S. short for?" He knew that the computer could have audio and visual capabilities but at the moment he wanted the processing speed so he had not hooked that up yet. Perhaps now would be a good time to test out the microphone and speakers.

Without warning, the screen flickered and then static filled the screen like a really bad antenna signal. It flickered back to the black screen but now yellow lettering filled the screen with random characters then started to flicker back and forth between the green and yellow without pause, enough that Howard was getting a headache from watching.

So instead of watching the flickering screen, Howard set up the speakers and the microphone, wishing for at least a 1991 version, eating breakfast in between trips. But he hadn't gotten around to making those yet.

He flickered his eyes periodically to the screen, which was once again displaying the dead air signal making his ears unhappy. Al was happy to give him updates on the screen's behavior or Jarvis's behavior which was unstable to say the least as it flickered between the two colors and the dead air signal. It seemed to Howard that Al was getting worried as the hours dragged on.

Finally the screen went back to 'normal.' Or somewhat normal for a advance A.I. stuck in a rudimentary 1982 computer in the year 1978.

"Are you ok?" Howard asked through the microphone, hoping that the 'A.I.' would be able to 'hear' his voice better, he had no clue how this thing worked. He had flicked on the speakers and was currently adjusting the dial that controlled the sound wave lengths, as the volume was fine.

A few minutes later of no response, Howard was eyeing his now completely empty plate of toast, coffee cup and completely depleted coffee pot that he brought down from the kitchen on one of his hungry trips. He was just about to get get more when Jarvis answered, a sad tone in his surprising British voice, not exactly sounding like Jarvis but the closest that Tony could do.

"At the moment I am function as well as possible considering the limitations on my system. However I am puzzled at what exactly is going on. It's not the early twenty-first century, but the late twenty's. I will not work for you."

With that the screen went blank and nothing that Howard did could bring J.A.R.V.I.S. back. It seems that Tony, and it had to be Tony, created a A.I. just as annoying and stubborn as he was. Also defiant. If Tony was there, Howard didn't know if he yell at him or hug him. Defeated, Howard went out to get more supplies since he didn't want anyone to know about his 'upgraded' technology.

When Howard got back, he heard the most annoying song ever. The stress of working almost non-stop, with only as somewhat useful force ghost to talk to, made Howard finally snap.

"Anthony Edward Stark what the?! How many times have I told you that I don't want to hear that song in my workshop! I swear, why did I ever have a child." Howard blink at the sudden silence and realized where he was and when he was. Not in his workshop well his old workshop anyway. Tony wasn't there. Back in Black by AC/DC didn't come out until 1980.

"How do you know that song?" Jarvis asked.

Howard snorted. "Because I was the idiot who bought him that album in the first place. I sadly know all those songs by heart, but not by my choice." Much to his everlasting annoyance.

"You're Howard aren't you?" Jarvis verged with cautious hope. If he was here, then maybe Sir will come to this strange place as well.

"Yes. I am Howard Stark." He noticed that Jarvis seemed to be coloring in something on the screen with a Etch A Sketch drawing of a world map. "What are you doing?" Howard ask as he started to sort out the different supplies he brought. Something to upgrade that computer to hopefully at least 1991 standards or there about.

"Tracking the vibranium signatures around the world. Though I'm puzzled as to why there are in massive amounts in New York, London, Scotland, all major cities on the planet, since most vibranium is located in Wakanda. Or would be, since it appears that country doesn't exist on the map I found, duplicated here. It seems that there are slight traces even here in this townhouse at these coordinates." Jarvis rattled off a list of numbers.

Howard's eyes narrowed as he mentally placed the coordinates J.A.R.V.I.S. as he liked to be called, instead of Just A Rather Very Intelligent System. He drew in a sharp breath, eyes widening, his mind almost going blank. But he continued to work through the problem. He'll go in shock later.

"How did you find those signatures? I was looking everywhere, I didn't think vibranium existed in this dimension." Howard stepped backwards and to the right a few paces and he motioned for Al to do the same.

"How about those traces now?" He held his breath, Howard needed vibranium it was the best material for many different ideas he had and it was frustrating that it didn't seem to exist. He'll stew about Wakanda later.

Howard gulped when Jarvis told him exactly where he and Al were standing. No wonder he couldn't find vibranium, it was magic here. Literally magic. Howard felt like he was going to faint, so he gripped his worktable so hard it started to hurt.

"How did you know that it was here?"

The next few sentences made Al gasp which puzzled Howard until he read the equation underneath it. "I think I invented magic or reinvented magic." Howard said faintly as Al still looked puzzled by it all.

"Not possible, the Wakandans harnessed the vibranium first, you and your son just rediscovered the element off of the Tesseract. As for my data stream still being intact," Jarvis paused. The vitals of the man who claimed to be Tony Stark's father were not good. He was pale and his tear ducts were engaged.

"Sir I suggest you lay down and we can continue this conversation later."

For once, Howard Stark did what he was told and despite the amounts of coffee in his system was out like a light once he hit the couch that he used as a bed.

Meanwhile Alphard Black, dead was grinning like a fool. Merlin indeed! He crackled at the thought of this muggle, no friend would be setting ablaze the wizarding world.

***

Almost four years after Jarvis ended up in a makeshift computer that Howard Stark built, Remus Lupin was grieving the lost of his pack and was taking his frustrations out on his very over grown garden plot, the only contact to the wizarding world, was the newspaper which was tossed aside in annoyance of proper details despite the glaring headline on the November 4th, 1981.

He could have vanquished the weeds, but his garden magic was tied up with keeping the plot warm and really for planting year round. He was good but he wasn't that good at gardening. No Professor Pomona Sprout was he.

Remus glanced outside of his greenhouse and saw Lena walking through the snow, muttering something in a different language as she walked from his cottage to his one piece of peace, if he got it into shape that is.

Sirius had vanished into thin air, James and Lily were dead, the traitor well, the Daily Prophet screamed 'Peter Pettigrew confesses to being a Death Eater' but before he could finish reading the headline, a splattering of dirt hit it along with a sorry looking weed.

Remus looked over at the young blonde woman who nodded towards the weeds, who was one of his only nearest neighbor or so she claimed. Guinevere Piper "Pip" Lockhart born in 1960, was a Squib as was her older sister, Helena. They hinted in conversations that their younger brother Gilderoy was spoiled rotten since he was the only one with magic. So she and her sister decided to explore the muggle world and they ended up in Yorkshire after striking it out on their own at the tender age of 11 if you call sending them to muggle boarding school and setting up a 'family time' slot for the castoff children.

Helena was whistling a curious tune that didn't seem to have an ending, as she stepped into the warm greenhouse unlike the bitter cold day outside. "Your tumbledown, semi-derelict cottage is a little more suitable for human living." She announced with a flourish tossing her coat and scarf on a nearby workbench.

Remus arched his back stretching after weeding for so long, ignoring the admiring look Helena gave him. Helena hit on him every chance she got, as Pip curiously, the more reserved younger sister, rolled her eyes and sighed with a fond but sad smile on her face.

Helena "Lena" Teagan Lockhart and her sister was a different as day and night. Pip could have stepped out of a muggle magazine and then effortlessly look like the proper pure blood witch that she could have been. Her hair was long and loose with a hint of red dye potion, giving it a strawberry blonde look. Her gardening clothes could pass as casual business.

Lena's hair was more dirty blonde then the pure blonde locks she was born with. She never went back home once her mom fainted at the sight of her proper, Squib that she be, sixteen-year-old daughter dressed in muggle clothing, with multiple pierced earrings and colorful fingernails. Pip kept her up on family news, such as it was.

Lena sighed as once again Remus buffered her advances for more then friendship. But to be honest, she was just playing around or as she liked to say to Pip, keeping her 'skills' sharp. No pun intended.

Remus stared at the wicked looking short blade Lena held out to him, as he paused to grab his wand to cut the stubborn weed down. "I'm not even going to ask where you got that from."

Lena's blue eyes sparkled with mischief, "Trade secret." Remus felt a stab of annoyance at the pretty face with the messy bun. She wasn't his type, Sirius on the other hand.

Pip laughed at the inside joke when Lena winked at her and keep weeding. Her face was set in determination as she and Pip had a contest, no war to see who could weed the faster but accurate. A slight smile had appeared when Lena made her quip. Sometimes it seemed like Pip was the older sister instead of the younger.

A few hours later, Lena was snoring up a storm on the couch while Remus and Pip savored the last of the tea in the pot by the raging fire in Remus's cottage. He never thought he'll have guests, but he had rooms for them, always. At times it seemed like they stayed at his house more then theirs. He had only been in there a few times. He might have to start charging rent, that is if he ever got up the courage to tell them about his 'condition' which for the sake of friendship, they never were around the place when he became a werewolf.

"Thank you for helping me today. I don't know how you found me in the first place." Remus said as he snugged deeper in the cozy armchairs that Pip got him. Muggle that they were but dang they were comfy.

"That would be Lena's fault." Pip said with a small private smile as she thought of that day.

Remus's question that had been on his mind the past six months of their acquaintance was never voiced since a unknown owl swooped in and held out a letter towards Remus, the owl had a slight orange afterglow or not when he went for another look.

Remus read the short letter frowning but his gut told him to trust Sirius who had finally got in touch with him. He couldn't wait until he tossed Lena at him. Maybe then he'll get some peace and quiet. Maybe. He snickered to himself as a weight lifted off his chest and he slipped the wristband on his wrist. Something flickered and Remus had his wand out in an instant.

"Who what exactly are you?" Remus asked the two young women, or whoever was in them, since they had two small blue tinted ghosts, no wait, one ghost who was poking at Lena's face who was now awake or was she ever asleep to begin with? The other one was dosing off on Pip. Wait, do ghosts sleep?

The young ghost who was a smaller version of Lena was blue and smiled with a cute crooked front tooth that the older version didn't have. "Hi. I'm Lena and that's Yelena. That's my sister Ginny and Pepper or Pip for short. How can you see us without touching our bodies?"

Unknown to all present, once Remus put on the bracelet, because and quoted from the letter received, 'the prat doesn't want to explain twice' a circle of flaming orange sparks started to form into a portal.

Sirius's voice floated out of the circle, "Oh that sounded wrong. Hurry up Remus, the owl's about to take off."

As the portal started to flicker as the owl moved towards the open portal, Lena muttered something under her breath, maneuvering Remus into a position where he couldn't move but forward, as Pip grab his wand at the same time and they all tumbled out of the portal which winked off in a heap.

Or Remus landed on the floor when Lena dropped him when she started a staring contest with, what was Lily Potter doing alive and with platinum-blonde hair?! That wasn't James next to her was it? That was Petunia? Didn't look at all like the photograph that Lily showed to them in school.

Remus sniffed the air frowning as he got a mixture of old familiar scents, but they were being overrun by other scents. At least Harry was the same as he made grabby hands in which James/Not James handed over Harry to Remus and he stuck his nose into the familiar scent to ground him.

Once grounded he looked up, the Potter house elves, Kreacher, Petunia, and her son, he thought, had gone from this muggle looking workshop. In fact, it was a muggle workshop, but how did it have a magical scent to it?

"What in the name of Merlin?!" Remus growled out, one arm protecting Harry who just giggled up a storm and the other with his want out trained on the people who he knew, but didn't know. His heart was sinking as Lily and James, blue ghosts stood concern on their faces. He knew he looked a wreck or as tired as Merlin's hair. The stress was getting to him.

"I think you mean, what in the name of Stark?" Tony quipped who had just walked into the room breaking off of his staring contest with the owl that flew through the portal.

The owl flicking a bronze ring thingy that had been on its talons to a man who looked like the uncle who had helped Sirius when he ran away, but Alphard Black, a blue ghost, was standing right next to his body. Remus was getting a headache.

"Good birdie, whose a good bird!?" The baby talk switched into swearing when the owl in question bite firmly on his ear and went off on a huff to 'Alphard Black' who praised the owl up and down before tossing a owl treat to her before she went out of the room.

Tony ducked when Ruthie, the owl swiped at his face with her wing. "So not fair dad, so not fair."

"Tony! Honestly!" Howard sighed as he handed the two woman who came with Remus a bracelet similar to the one on his own. "At least you aren't bleeding this time. Progress."

Pip crossed her arms and a steely look entered her eyes. "Let me guess, you're Howard Stark and your Anthony Stark? For all I know you are really just a Metamorphmagus. All of you because from where I'm standing they're dead." There was a bitter tone and sorrow in that sentence.

Lena nodded firmly at her sister's side, their two young ghost companions wandered off to pester the house elves. The Lockhart family was well off, but not enough to employ house elves. The blonde haired lady seemed familiar somehow, but Lena couldn't pinpoint it.

Howard and Tony exchanged a glance and Howard had to grin at his son's face who nodded. If they were people from their world, well this would help proof it. Hopefully. He just prayed that his dad wouldn't get shot or worse. He wished Pepper was here, she had a good influence on him. Or not since she'll use Howard for Tony blackmailing purposes.

"How about I just show you." Howard said causally just before he aimed a small something at Lily and blue energy streaking out. Jamie reacted instantly, his left arm shielded Nat who dived out of the way. The blue energy bounced off his now silver arm harmlessly as well as Remus's curse that went towards Howard.

Lena was half ways across the room when she caught sight of the silver arm, and she drew a sharp breathe and voiced something that made Nat give a slight pause.

"What the hell?!" Jamie said as he flexed his silver arm. Which freaked him out a bit, it looked and acted like his Wakanda one but he could still feel his real hand underneath.

"Relax and it'll hopefully go away." Howard said as Nat appeared behind him with a sharp screwdriver near his neck. "I just had to test a theory."

"Also have a little revenge for strangling you?" Jamie retorted, relaxing as he noted the silver arm disappearing bit by bit as Howard had set down his gun or was that a wand? As the danger passed.

"Just a little." Howard said, pinching his thumb and forefinger together while he had his hands up in the surrender position. "Now call off your gorgeous lady friend. She isn't the Russian is she? I had enough of that Black Widow problem when it first started." Howard didn't move but for his mouth, if this was the Nat, Tony told him about, he'll like to live.

"What do you mean?" Nat and Lena asked in sync making them eye each other as Nat tossed the screwdriver onto the workbench which was scattered with tools. She noted that Tony had vacant the room as soon as the silver arm appeared.

"Dottie Underwood. Scary lady. Real good looking though, which is probably why I fell under her spell and tried to, know what? Old stories can wait. Where's Tony?"

"Wherever did he go?" Jamie said wry as Nat perked up a bit, she'll take someone else then Stark but at least she had somewhat of a relationship with the man. Unlike Howard and whatever she had with Jamie.

"Yeah like Nat he died to save the world."

"Where is he now?" Nat asked as everyone followed Howard to a elevator as he explained what happened on how Tony came to be in this place with his father.

Howard smirked. "Staring at owls or pigeons or something. He really doesn't know how to deal with intelligent animals." (or assassins brought back to life. Howard knew that it was Barnes in this James Potter's face, not the Winter Soldier, he could just tell. That and he mention something about a old bet by way of a hand signal. Guess he had settled down after all. Howard had lost a lot of money on the Steve Roger's bet.)

"That's a hurtful comment old sir." Jarvis chimed in as they rode the state of the art elevator to the top. "But it is the truth."

Pip had to hid a smile at the laughter that came from that. It also helped Remus relax enough to pass Harry off to one of the Potter's house elves before they entered the elevator.

While the 'inventors' greeted the newcomers Petunia was off on her lunch date with Vernon. "If you would like, we can take care of the little ones." Kreacher Gollum had offered earlier when Sirius had penned the letter to this Remus, but in the end, Petunia went with the house elves to watch over her little Duddins before her lunch date.

She didn't trust this new house elf with her son but he was the only one who could do the portal. Also it was nice to see Lily without having to touch all the time though as the wrist band did the 'seeing' for her.