Tom Stark-Malfoy : MCU

by MoistJuicyLemon

[1st book] Harry lost. He died at the hands of Vol- the dark lord. We've been at war for years. The death eaters want my head and those at the order secretly wish me dead. If you were given the chance to change the past, would you? I know I would. but. . . now that I am here, nothing is as I remembered it to be. I NEVER SIGNED UP TO BE RAISED BY A MUGGLE! (Draco is adopted by Tony)

13. What does it mean to be father and son?

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Author: TheGirlWithCurls

1. Chapter 1 2. Chapter 2 3. Chapter 3 4. Chapter 4 5. Chapter 5 6. Chapter 6 7. Chapter 7 8. Chapter 8 9. Chapter 9 10. Chapter 10 11. Chapter 11 12. Chapter 12 13. Chapter 13 14. Chapter 14 15. Question

Rated: T - English - Fantasy/Adventure - Reviews: 27 - Published: 07-06-17 - Updated: 12-22-17

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Chapter 12 - What does it mean to be father and son?

*6 years later*

/note just so you don't get confused, this is in Tony's house in Malibu. Also timelines will not coincide with earth-155,616,666,689,S,776,1610,...,199999, but you will see the hits of similarities of last chapter(2010) and this chapter(2012) but the year will be (1987)/

*December 13*

After 6 and 1/2 long years of studying (and listening to Tony while reading books in the library in my spare time) I finally finished my primary and secondary studies (most of it I hated and found utterly useless like how to find a book using the card catalogue system or memorizing the periodic table of elements. I could just search it online). Pepper is intent on making us celebrate with a proper graduation ceremony and party. Complete with graduation robes, an academic to shake my hand and hand me a piece of paper, and cake.

There have been a few calls from a couple of Universities wishing to recruit me but I would rather get sorted into gryffindor than waste my time earning a muggle degree I would never use!

Now that I can read anything I want, there is no way I would waste this opportunity. I will learn anything useful to me these muggles have to offer.

Over the past 6 years, I noticed a new problem. I cant call on my magic like when I was older. I've found that the problem is not that I have too little magic, but that I have little access to it. I came upon this discovery incidentally out of pure boredom.

Wizards know not to exhaust their magic reserve as it could lead to irreversible damage. I of course knew this and planned to stop as soon as I felt the slightest bit tired. I felt that though my control over magic had increased tremendously due to my perfect practices, and the pool of my magic ever increasing with age, the amount I could use at a time had barely increased since I was 2.

It was in November when I finally had an idea why. I was practicing occulumency and got bored of the same routine I have done for several years. After reinforcing my shield over and over again, I decided to look at my magic core. At first, of course, there were no peculiarities, however, slightly impatient after receiving no results from my continuous effort to strengthen my magic core, I probed it (which is not usually a smart idea as anything could go wrong.)

(To strengthen my magic, I used to go to the bathroom where I know there are no cameras nor Jarvis, and shut the windows, turn off the lights, and wear several layers of shades and x-ray films. I then practice the most basic magic that is relatively harmless and can easily show how much magic is being used. Lumos.

At first it started off as a dim candle light, but I kept adding magic to it. Slowly it turned as bright as a 60W lightbulb. I tried excerting more magic into it but couldn't. I knew that wasn't my limit as I didn't feel a ounce of becoming tired. I had more magic, but could only let out so much at a time.)

I found absolutely nothing wrong with it, in fact I would bet that it is larger than the magic cores found in the average 7 yr old wizard. So I traced it out and discovered that the pathway out was narrow and thin. There were also signs of a large crack sometime in the past, but it was completely healed. I also noticed that where there were signs of scarring, the pathway was wider and had thicker/sturdier walls.

Could this be the result of the magic backlash when I was 1?

So it turns out my magic core was strong but it was by body that was week. But I was not about to start destroying my body to build a stronger one, only a barmy old fool would do that! No, I need an object to channel more of my magic. I need a wand.

In the meantime, I will practice running my magic throughout my body everyday to slowly train it. This should allow me to use stronger wandless magic in the future.

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I was sitting down at the dining area after finishing my lunch. Once again I am alone with Jarvis. Pepper was busy doing Tony's work in LA with Tony most likely going out, being a gryffindor without actually being a gryffindor, and seeking death.

I quickly got bored and walked around the house. There is only one room I haven't visited yet. His tool room.

I exited the room to the carport before entering the tool room. The only reason why I've never been here before is that I still hold my suspicions around technology. Getting closer to muggle technology could harm my magic but there is no harm if I just don't use it right?

I enter the room and stare amazed at the amount of technology one could fit in a room. This could be my chance at learning everything he hides in here.
"Jarvis, show me Tony's projects starting from 7 years ago"

I looked around the room before holograms appeared in a circle at the center of the room.

[Here are the available projects]

I walked over and viewed the child-safe projects, not finding any intriguing ones, I decided to ask for something that interested me ever since I first took note of it.

"Show me Tony's arc reactor."

[Access denied]

"Show me pictures of Tony with his shirt off."

I felt heat rise up my cheeks as I realized something. . . God, that sounds wrong. Thank Merlin no one heard that or they may have thought wrong of me. But how else am I supposed to get Jarvis to do what I want?

The images changed and showed me pictures of Tony with his arc reactor exposed. I selected several images that each give a different angle. One from the front and Six diagonal ones (left/right - center/top/down)

"focus to the center of his chest"

The images grew larger, giving me a better view on it's outer structure and a glimpse of it's inner mechanism. From what I hear I suspect that his arc reactor may be some kind of fusion reactor that has the ability to generate an electromagnetic field, provide clean energy, and blast repulsor beams.

. . .I should do some research.

"Jarvis, print it out for me. One picture per page."

At the far left I could hear the sound of the printer running. Rushing over I wait to collect all the pictures before rushing to the library. But along the way I passed by the kitchen, and a though occurred to me that has been bothering me for quite a while.

It's been a few year since I've had some firewhisky, there's no one in the house so why not? It's the least the Universe could do for me after everything I've gone trough. I cast a light notice-me-not charm on myself before sneaking into the kitchen and getting one of Tony's liquor bottles called Winston. I pour myself a glass before restoring the bottle to it's original state (with a decreased amount of liquor).

I take a sip and felt the burn as the liquid goes down my throat. Coughing, I forgot how strong drinks could get, but the familiar burning calms me down. I head to the library and pick out the books I can recall mentioning fusion reactors, I spread them out on the table along with the pictures.

"Comparing what I know to the images, I could remove the possibility of it using hot fusion as Plasma containment is the single biggest challenge for hot fusion, but the arc reactor makes it look effortless. From this we can conclude that a key technology in the full-scale arc reactor is a way to contain the reaction in a self-sustaining ring.

That would explain it's circular shape, it might be a donut inside. Charged particles must be moving in a circle, contained by a magnetic field as magnetic fields can curve the motion of charged particles. Curving the particles' motion into a circle keeps them in one place long enough to get them to collide.

it does not appear to have any cooling loops or turbines as would a thermal reactor. So it must generate electricity directly without first generating heat. If it cannot be a hot-fusion reactor, or a traditional thermal-fission reactor, then maybe cold fusion? If so then Palladium which has been proposed as a substrate for "cold" fusion may be used (I should ask Tony).

Palladium... Palladium. Right it was mentioned here!"

I open the book entitled Modern Scientific Discoveries, to chapter 31- ITER fusion reactor, and flip a few more pages. Taking a few more sips from my glass before continuing.
"Here! Palladium isotope Pd-103 produces Rh-103 (rhodium) via electron capture. This means an inner electron is absorbed by the nucleus, merging with a proton to produce a neutron and an energetic photon — a gamma ray.

Another isotope, Pd-107, produces Ag-107 (silver) via beta decay, releasing an electron when a neutron turns into a proton.
. . .He found a way to utilize the beta decay of Pd-107 ions as an electron source for the electron capture of Pd-103, thereby producing an electric circuit between two different radioactive isotopes.

A Multi-Isotope Radio-Decay Cell, how brilliant!

But if this is it, then he should be dead from radiation poisoning or cancer. What idiot would put a large chunk of any kind of radioactive isotope in their chest?"
I take one more sip before realizing that there was little left in the glass. I couldn't help the chuckle that escaped my lips as I realized I finished it, my head feels so light but the ground is so far.

"wha! The ground, it's so far! I'm falling! ahhhh!"

I heard a loud crash before the door burst open to reveal one Tony..

"Are you- . . . drunk?"

"Bwahahahahaha."

"Hahahahahaha."

My stomach is hurting, I- I can't breathe! But I can't stop laughing.

"You . . ."

"Hahahahaha."

"Hahahahahaha. Pepper's gonna kill us."

"No, jus' yu'."

"Ah?! Hahahahahahaha."

After that I blanked out. I remember bits and pieces of laughing about something with Tony but I can't remember what. That morning I woke up next to Tony sprawled out on the couch with the TV on. My head hurts. I don't know what happened but even with this blaring headache I feel like I could trust Tony more.

"Episkey. Episkey"

There, my head feels better and so should his, but I still feel a little tired. I lean my back against the couch and fall asleep once more.

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We both got up at around noon going to the kitchen with empty stomachs.

He went to open the cupboard and I went to open the refrigerator.

"You find anything we can eat?"

I look at the half-full refrigerator but only find various vegetables, cheese, and other random food I have no idea how to prepare.

"No. How 'bout you?"

I glance back and find him in the same situation as I was. A half-full cupboard but nothing to eat. I couldn't help the laughter that rose from my stomach at his infectious chortle. Just like that we laugh like the night before, not knowing who started laughing first but it does not matter.

We soon agree to just get whatever we want to eat and just go with that. I get some whip cream, waffles, chocolate melt, cheese, almond nuts, and some ham and place them on the table. I look at what he got and saw some bacon, Oreo's, gravy mix, and a bag of chips. Yep we'll make do.

Tony lowered his eyes onto the food and burst with an idea.

"I got it, what if we cut a hole in the ham, stuff the cheese and wrap it with bacon."

The edges of my lips twitch upward at the though of all that cheese and meat.

"That would be nice."

"Then lets do that, what's you're idea?"

"What? ummm. . . We could make a waffle boat coated with chocolate... And we could crush the Oreo's and mix it with the whip cream to put it inside."

"That's my boy! then how do we make the boat?"

". . . we could stack a few waffles and cut holes in the top ones?"

"We could use some cheese to stick the waffles together."

"Right!"

We spent about an hour in the kitchen making out ideal food, sneaking bites here and there. After glorifying our disgusting yet beautiful creation we finished in in less than 10 minutes. It was the greasiest, most diabetes inducing meal in my life and I enjoyed it.

"Hahahaha your stomach got bigger!"

"Hahaha you should see yours!"

"You know, I've never heard you calling me dad. Could you ummm... call me dad"

! . . . that's right, he did adopt me, to technically he's my dad. And I wouldn't mind having him as my father.

"Sure. . . , dad."

I guess Tony really isn't that bad after all. I've never had this much fun with my father when I was Draco. I've always acted and spoken proper to please my father, and I did it so much, I carried it over into this life. Around Tony, I completely forgot about doing any of that. I could joke around like a gryffindor with no repercussion. I could let go of a breath I didn't know I was holding on to. I could be free.

I guess being Tom isn't as bad as I first though, I could live like this.

Soon after our conversation started going to all different kinds of topics, leading to us going to his tool room. He showed me a prototype for a better arc reactor but he still doesn't know what to put in it. As it turns out, he did use Palladium- but as I suspected, he really was dying. First there was a shrapnel lodged near his hear and the next he had palladium poisoning. . .Maybe there's something I could do about that.

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Pepper's P.O.V.

I looked everywhere for Tony before finding him in his mansion in Malibu, he disappeared yesterday at around noon and has been gone for about 24 hours now.

What I didn't expect was to see Tony bonding with his son, finally. For some reason he never tried to get close to Tom before, as if he was afraid of something. But I'm glad he got past whatever it was that was troubling him.

Though their conversation wasn't one you would usually find a father and his 7 year old son talking about. It was sweet that they had something special to them, even if it was stellar nucleosynthesis and not baseball.

I returned an hour later carrying two mugs. One was coffee and the other hot chocolate. Only to see them snoring on a small sofa behind their work table. I went back to the kitchen to put the two mugs in the fridge if they want to drink it later, and returned with two blankets.

Draping both around them to keep them warm, I smile at the cute sight of father and son. I was worried they would never get along as Tony wasn't one to be a family man. I really am glad they got to bond.

I got the arc reactor part from here /how-iron-mans-arc-reactor-probably-works-1661613682 and here science/item/7048-how-iron-mans-stark-arc-reactor-would-work-in-real-life. When I first read it I though Ryan Carlyle's theory was brilliant! There are also added thoughts from Janey Tracey so all the credit of the smart sciencey stuff goes to them!

The people who got the cheese-glue on waffles, you guys are awesome, just like the guys who though of it!

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*22nd of December*

Everyone is screaming at each other in the house and by everyone, I mean Pepper, this girl named Maya Hansen, and my dad. What lead to this, I have no idea but I think my dad did something stupid again. I was in the kitchen looking out to them in the living room

Pepper: "We are leaving the house!"

Tony: "-just because-"

Maya: "guys."

Tony: "I should know. What?"

Maya: "Do we have to worry about that?"

I glance at what she was pointing at, the TV and on the TV is. . . our house? is that a missile heading towards us? We barely had enough time to turn our heads before there was a big explosion. The force pushing me back, behind the counter which shielded me from most of the destruction.

I heard a clang and a grunt from my dad, then the sound of several helicopters getting closer.

"Tom! - Tom." Hearing my dad call me name, I used all the power in my body to stand up, supported by the counter that is now severely damaged.

"I'm alright dad!"

I looked up and saw the concrete ceiling above Tony start to crack.

"DAD!"

A red and gold figure ran across the room, shielding my dad before he got hit by the falling debris. It was Pepper! thank Merlin.

A short conversation passed their lips as they got up, but then 3 more missiles hit, less destructive than the first but unmistakably dangerous. I saw him fly across the room once more, but this time, the couch broke his fall

"MOVE! Right behind you."

I ran as fast as my legs would allow but the floor split open in front of me and my dad. Pepper turned around looking shell-shocked.

"Get her, we're gonna find our way around."

I stared at the gaping hole on the ground, losing my hope at getting out alive.

"Stop stopping, get her, get outside. Tom follow me. Go!"

We ran across the floor as one more missile hit.

"Woahhh!"

The floor tilted, shoot they destroyed the beams. I kept running but my foot landed on a lose debris on the ground causing me to lose my footing and fall, sliding down the floor. Shoooot! I'm gonna dieeee!

Right before I flew off the edge of the cliff, a hand grabbed and around my waist and lifted me up.

"I got'cha."

[Sir, this path is clear of destruction]

Tony put his hands together before bringing it down. He must be calling his suit. He crawled away from the onslaught of bullets behind us, but I was too frozen to move except hide behind the beams.

No, I cant just do nothing.

"Protego!"

a white blue light came from my hand and extended out into a sphere around us. This shouldn't be happening Protego is usually invisible. I remember! Dumbledore used a spell to protect Hogwarts before, I must have accidentally cast a smaller version of that in my desperation.

I looked up and saw metal pieces flying in the air before affixing themselves on Tony. A missile came flying towards us but instead of hitting the concrete it hit my shield, exploding outwards.

Tony looked around at the light blue ripples of light which was my shield as it was cracking. Fractures traveling meters long and a few inches wide.

"What the?-"

Bullets came flying in the tens per second, most were deflected by what was left of the shield before it finally ran out of magic. He held his fist towards our attacker, before looking to the left at the piano that was sliding towards me.

He blasted it off just a few feet short from me as it flew into one of the helicopters, sending it crashing down

"Tom!"

I got up and ran to him, not expecting him to carry me and hurl me across the room. One of his robot arms lifting me by my shirt as it flew me across the floor to one of the holes in the wall leading to the forecourt where Pepper was supposedly at.

As soon as my feet touched the ground outside, the arm flew back.

I was frozen as I waited for Tony to come flying toward me. My knees wouldn't stop shaking as I stood waiting. The seconds seemed like hours.

No, what I'm doing now isn't any different from running away. I could go back. I could Levitate Tony across, I could fire at the other helicopters. I- I don't want to run anymore, I don't' want to lose my new father!

"Dad!"

I took my first running step towards the falling building. looking up, I saw one of the helicopters hurdling towards the house followed by two explosions. I heard hundreds of kilograms of concrete crumbling and crashing into the waters bellow. But I was still so far. . . so far, I can't make it.

I run in my fastest speed, but everything seemed to be in slow motion. I heard one more missile go off, and was knocked backwards by the force of the blast wave. I could feel the stress waves pass through my body, traveling through tissue and organs. Making me feel sick before a stray piece of debris flew straight towards me.

My vision goes white as I felt a something tear through the muscle below my right collarbone. There was a ringing in my ears as I hit the ground, with muffled screams in the background.

I pass out from the pain with the lingering scent of gunpowder and concrete dust on my nose.

Dad. . . p-please make it. . . I don't want to lose anyone anymore.

Please. please. . . please.