Once again just a reminder to ignore some of the clear historical inaccuracies! (Though I do try) Thought I would post two chapters on the same day *shrugs*

Warnings: Tony's potty mouth, my horrendous spelling.

Im a Yankee Doodle Dandy-1904

"Name?"

Tony blinked down at the balding uniformed man sitting at the desk in front of him. Hadn't he just been in a fight with Doom? Looking down he blinked confused brown eyes at the trousers he was wearing and the thin black cotton shirt that had a few rips in it.

The fuck?

Eyes roving the room he quickly spotted the calendar hanging on the wall behind the officers head with the days crossed off.

October 16th 1943.

It was the middle of WWII, 27 years before he was even born- a loud cough drew his attention back to the slightly balding man in front of him. And almost three years after the drafts began.

"Your name boy!"

"Anthony Edwards" A grunt came from the solder who started to fill out a form attached to a clip board.

"Pay starts at 50$ a day not including days you are not preforming" eyes roved over his form and Tony puffed his chest out not to be judged by his outfit "though you would probably be happy with just the meals eh?"

Another man from the table next to them leaned over "Or you can join the air force and get paid daily" The officer in front of him chucked his pen at the head of the other.

"Shut up Jones! Don't be stealing the U.S.O's people"

Beating heart calmed down (and when did it even start to race?), when he realized that he at least was not in line to be shipped off to die. I know the type of weapons they used during the war and I wouldn't trust them as far as I could throw them.

"Special talents that can help support our uniformed personnel?" the man continued after clearing his throat. Tony looked behind him quickly and noticed that he was the only one in line for the U.S.O and debated leaving and trying to figure out how the fuck he got here…if here was even real.

"What kind of support are you looking for?" He asked distractedly. He could leave, try and find his dad and work out a way to go back. But it was 1943, the kind of materials he would need haven't been made yet plus he had no idea where Howard was…quickly scratching that idea because there was no way in the fiery pits of hell that he was going to work for that asshole.

"We are in need of dancers, singers, and musicians"

"I play the violin, piano, and trumpet." His mouth responded for him as his brain continued to work not noticing the doubtful look the two officers gave him. There was also the down side that he had no money…Pays 50$ a day.

"Yur sure don't look like it, but even if you can only play Yankee Doodle we'll take it" Tony scoffs and bites his tong at the joke that almost came out, sure that these men would not like his brand of humor at being Dandy himself. Watch yourself Stark.

The man started to fill out another form. I mean its not a bad idea, he thought. I get payed and fed, mean while I can plan a way back and stay away from the war.

Large hands thrust a bundle of clothes at him with the slip of paper on top and Tony had no choice but to grab them despite his dislike at being handed things.

"You leave in a hour!" the man barked standing up and eyeing Tony's clothes again "I would normaly give people a day or two to gather personal affects and to say goodbyes, but you look like you don't have a penny to your name." he turned and started to leave as tony stared in shock. He didn't even sign anything!

"A hour!" he shouted.

"You get one backpack and a duffle to fill, follow the directions on the paper and be at the hanger for duty" the door shut with a finality that left the genius dumbstruck.

"Off you trot music man, you got an hour-40 min in all honesty. Welcome to the United Service Organization." Jones chuckled at his joke and Tony scowled at his demeaning attitude. Satisfied with flipping the man off while his head was down, Tony stalked out of the office.

It took Tony a full 10 minutes of standing outside and staring at everything and everyone to come to the realization that no, he currently was not high off of shrooms or in a weird dream. It was to real to be a hallucination. It took another 10 minutes for him to find the locker room of one of the hangers and change into one of his standard outfits that was handed to him after a quick shower. During that time he took note that yes, he still had the arc reactor, yes it was still his body and after a good slap, No this was definitely not a dream.

The white button down was nice-ish, but the glow of the arc was noticeable threw the fabric. Thinking for a sec, he quickly grabbed the bandages out of a nearby med kit and wrapped his chest, efficiently hiding the big glowing night light. Tugging on the black trousers he eyed the black vest and shrugged putting that on as well.

Whipping his hands down his outfit in a nervous habit, he nodded to himself. Much better then what I was wearing before, and shoved the two other outfits into the backpack along with the toiletries that sat around the locker room. Meh, they probably belonged to the people who worked here but desperate times calls for desperate measures.

It took another 15 min to find the right hanger but a frown tugged at his lips when he noticed that only five people where currently there. Three of the five were clearly soldiers so Tony made his way over to the two woman in civics that where arguing.

"Oh but Rosie! I had to leave behind half of my skirts, and I know you didn't get to pack the jacket you set aside." The blond that spoke waved her hands around in the air while her friend, Rosie, gave her a stern look that matched the perfectly pinned red hair she possessed.

"Mary, we all were given a pack and a duffle. No more and no less, what we leave behind will be there when we get back"

"But-" Tony cleared his throat gaining the attention of the two.

"Sorry to interrupt but could you tell me why no one is here?" Rosie stayed quite but Mary had no problem answering.

"Oh gee! Why the plane doesn't leave for another hour or so, where you not told what time?"

"Ah" Tony sighed. Figured that asshole would tell me the wrong time. Huffing he eyed the three guys on the other side of the hanger.

"You better get into uniform before more of the men show up" Rosie noted looking at his clothes. Chuckling Tony spun around with his right arm out.

"Sorry to say this is my uniform" Mary bounced in place and gave a delighted clap.

"Your part of the U.S.O! Your with us then" she flounced over and jabbed her arm in his direction blond curls bouncing with her "Im Mary Devner, and the sour one over there is Rosie Thatcher!"

Smirking tony grabbed the hand and bent over to give the air above it a kiss, causing the blond to giggle and her friend to scowl at him. "Pleaser to meet you Mary. My name is Anthony but please call me Tony" Straightening and letting go of the thin wrist and hand Tony turned and smiled at the other woman "And you as well Rosie"

Crossing her arms over her chest "My name is Rosemary, only friends call me Rosie" she snapped. Tony raised his arms up in mock surrender.

"Oh ignore her Tony, she's secretly upset that we couldn't pack everything we wanted" Turning his attention back to the blond who looked just as upset as her friend was probably hiding.

"Why not pack another bag?"

"Each person is only allowed one duffle and one backpack, Anthony" Rosemary stated from her spot, purposely using is full name. Looking down at his backpack that currently held his folded up duffle, an idea popped in his head.

"What if you used someone else's bag?"

Rosemary rolled her eyes in exasperation. "No one is going to have one of their bags empty, if not clothes then it would be filled with sweets and mementos"

"Well then," Tony winked unzipping his pack and pulling out his duffle "good thing I happen to hate mementos" handing it to a gob smacked Mary, who quickly turned to Rosemary with excited wide eyes.

"If we leave now we would be back in time for boarding!" Tony found himself chuckling at her antics that reminding him of a certain kid he took under his wing. Rosemary obviously was blindsided by his offer and let her friend drag her forward a bit until Mary dropped her arm. Only to bowl into Tony for a hurried hug. "Thank you, thank you Tony!"

Grabbing Rosemary's arm again they rushed off towards the open hanger door to one of the busses. "Please watch our stuff Anthony!" Was shouted over the now equally excited Rosie's shoulder as they disappeared outside.

At least the bag is being put to good use, Tony thought with a shrug. Grabbing their stuff and put them against the wall, he stayed leaning on it for the next hour.

In about 30 minutes the hanger slowly started to fill with all sort of men from all walks of life and age. A few noted Tony leaning against the wall but none came over. By the hour 20 men and four other girls who must have been with the U.S.O where waiting for the plane to arrive. At one point Asshole came around and gave Tony two cases which contained a violin and trumpet and made some vague threat that he better not pawn them off. To which Tony gave him a mental middle bird too.

Others seemed to have noticed that he was not in uniform and drew the conclusion that he was also part of the small group of performers. Some of the younger snickered to each other glancing at him and non to quietly would discuss how weak and pathetic he had to be to join the U.S.O.

Rude

The girls arrived exactly at the same time a Douglas C-47 was taxied in front of the building. Tony eyed the monstrosity of a plane as Mary came jogging over with his now filled duffle. He knew that the plane technically could fly at the 160 mph it could reach, but also knew that compared to his time that the thing flew like it was going over a road with pot holes and tended to weave a bit in any sort of crosswinds.

Definitely not the suit

"Tony!" Mary was beside him at this point holding his bag in her two hands and grinning broadly at him. His trademark grin spread on his lips as he grabbed the surprisingly heavy bag "Thank you again for giving us your bag to use"

"It is no problem. But what did you pack in here? Bricks?" he teasingly asked. She slightly wacked his arm and went to collect her own bag and duffle. Rosemary must have apparated in all magic like because she was already there with her two bags in hand. The Red head was looking at his two additional cases he had acquired, determined not to make eye contact with him.

"I felt bad about using your bag, so I threw in something for you on the bottom" and before he could question what, she continued "Are those instruments? I thought you were going to be one of the singers" He let his question go knowing he was going to find out eventually what was packed and decided to answer hers.

" My violin and trumpet I'm assuming, though not sure what kind of state they are in" Mary popped back over now laden with her bags and they made their way to the boarding line. Yelling to be heard over the engines Mary asked "So those are what your going to be playing?"

"No!" Tony yelled getting closer to the steps of the plane "Im assuming a piano will be there when we arrive" Rosie gave him a weird look that he barely caught as he turned and loaded himself onto the plane, but he clearly heard the next sentence she spoke.

"I'll be surprised if they had a piano on the front line in Italy!"

Tony's mind stopped for a second. Italy! The front line! I thought we were being dropped off at some campaign in the states. Not into the middle of the bloody war!

Is this proof read? nope
Am I still going to post it? yep
was that an attempt at a plot Alice? maybe
Does this story read like a fever dream? #Ijustwanttowritethiswithnojudgment.