Tom Stark-Malfoy : MCU Chapter 20: Everyday Life, a Harry Potter + Avengers Crossover fanfic

Chapter 18 – I ran out of title ideas. But extra long chapter cause I love you guys

The whole month almost seems almost like a dream now. A terrible, horrifying, and unpleasant dream. But still a dream and not a nightmare. . . Though the same may not be so true for dad. He's had night terrors for a couple months now, experiencing fiasco after fiasco, and I might not have helped as much as I should have. . . No, I can't keep lying to myself. I helped him detrimentally. Afterall, I did try to kill him. Not one of my proudest moments but yes. Me, the 7 year old adoptive son tried to kill him, and I damn well almost succeeded (unintentionally.)

But I think all's well for now ye?

I mean. We're both still alive so it's… nice to be here, that sort of thing.

Oh yes. Back to the main focus of what I wanted to talk about. Our house is. . . trashed. And I just found out that we didn't even have a second house! Not even a summer residence for vacation purposes. That is why, we are headed back to New York.

I have no idea where Father has been these past couple of days, but he has been quite. . . What is the word? Jittery? No, no. . . Ecstatic? Hmm. . almost. Ecstatic and very fiddle-footed. I honestly think I might have made him Bi-polar. He doesn't seem much different from before though, just slightly more. . . exaggerated. Yes. That's the expression that best defines it. He's more like an exaggerated version of himself now. Not different, but more.

We decided to go over to Stark Towers and stay there for a couple of days before we find a new home. In the meantime, he insisted that I do some online shopping for a new wardrobe and furnishings for my temporary bed room and facilities.

Be that as it may, his excitement is quite worrying. After all, I smell blood and antiseptics. I now know that dad is an excellent actor, but he could not hide everything. Every now and then, if he stretches or turns his body too much, he will twitch in pain.

Is he still recovering from the mandarin bombing? Or from that fight he had with the 'scalding hot' people? Or. . . from me? No. . . It couldn't be me. Afterall I only hurt what's inside his head, not below it.

I shook my head not wanting to dwell on it, lest I learn the truth I didn't want to hear.

"Anything wrong son?"

"Hm?"

I glanced up from the screen and was bewildered to see dad's worried gaze. Only then did I notice that my eyebrows were scrunched up and I was wearing the worst frown I had made in months.

Pulling a grin on my face, I smile at him to prevent him from worrying any further.

"Oh it's nothing father. There's just some curtains I found with the most intricate design, but I just couldn't find it in the right colors."

"Oh?"

He moved his hands to the hand rests on his lazy boy couch-chair thing. But I got up before he did, rushing to his side and carefully pushing him back down,

"No need dad. I'll just sit beside you!"

The jet was smaller than the average plane, but considering there were only 2 passengers, 2 flight attendants, 1 chief, and 2 pilots, It was more than enough. Very roomy if I do say so myself. I strolled to the chair beside dad's and pressed a button to make it move sideways until there was no space left between the two chairs.

Sitting down, I propped my arm on the arm rest while holding up the tablet showing some silky black curtains with snake-patterned embroidery in silver.

"I want it green and silver. Not black and silver. Black and silver gives it an emo-goth vibe which contrasts greatly with the Baroque style I was going for."

"Wouldn't boys your age prefer something along the lines of Star Wars curtains and Hero-themed bed sheets?"

"I'm seven dad. Not four."

"What's the difference? You're still a kid."

"I'm not a kid!"

"If you are my son, then you are a kid no matter how old you get."

"I'm already receiving my High School Diploma! Not to mention I'm going off to college this coming spring as well."

"Since when did I send you off to High School? I thought you were still in Elementary? And I am not sending my 7 year old boy off to Uni."

"What? But daaad- That's not fair!"

"It is not unfair and no buts."

"This is child neglect! Article 26 verse 1 of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights states that everyone has the right to education and higher education shall be equally accessible to all on the basis of merit! I earned my High School Diploma so I deserve to go to University! Besides, I already sent in my applications."

"Well Article 26 verse 3 states that Parents have a prior right to choose the kind of education that shall be given to their children. Do not argue with me son. I know the Law and the way around it like the back of my hand. And how did you pay for those applications?"

"Venmo. I published several Abstracts and Thesis to the American Chemistry Society, American Institute of Biological Sciences during my free time for some extra cash. You can do anything online these days."

"Uhuh. I suppose you received a full scholarship?"

"Yeah! I got full offers from Oxford and Manchester, a half-scholarship from Brown, and quarter-from Harvard and Yale. But I really want to go to Oxford!"

"hmmm. . . Fine, you win."

Dad raised his hands up in surrender, and a smirk rose on his face. I know that smirk. It's the proud smirk.

He look at me in the eye with pride and joy shining in his eyes.

"That's my boy."

He rubbed my head ruffling my hair, and it was warm. His hand was warm and it made my heart fell warm but. Not. The. Hair.

"Stop! I spent 20 full minutes on that!"

He gave a hearty laugh, wincing a little probably from some pain, but he doesn't seem to care as he continuous on laughing. I really shouldn't make him laugh. Those winces are very concerning.

[Good Afternoon Mr. Stark. We have arrived in New York. The time is 5:45pm with sunny skies. Please fasten your seatbelts as we will be descending shortly. Thank you.]

I pressed another button on the chair which made it go back to its original position while I fastened my seatbelt. Storing my tablet in my bad, I fixed my bird's nest of hair in my reflection on the window. And couldn't help but glance down at the city bellow.

I guess this is my first time viewing New York from high above. My first impression was that it was. . . organized?

All the streets were very straight, but the buildings that varied in size made it seem rather disorderly.

I think I see the airport! It was a long strip of cement on the left edge of the island right next to Hudson River. I think I also see Stark Towers! That weirdly shaped skyscraper that was sticking out like a sore thumb!

. . . Am I being overly enthusiastic? A deep part within me counters that I'm becoming more childish, but why would I want to listen to it? No, I'm just enthusiastic. Afterall, I get to leave that cold and empty house for good! No more Jarvis lurking over my shoulder. And, no more sleepless nights from the honking of cargo ships.

"There she is sport. Avengers Tower. I can't wait for you to meet everyone!"

Wait. . . what? Avengers Tower?!

Am I. . . missing something?

I scrutinize his beaming smile. He's smiling even brighter for that stupid building than my Oxford scholarship! You disappointment of a father! How dare you entertain the idea of a building even more so than my scholarship!

I grumbl- I mean, silently protested the whole ride to the tower. Why do I only get a smirk when that stupid tower gets a huge ebullient smile? Where is the justice? Well. . . At least he smiled at me. I can't remember the last time 'father' smiled at me. I can only remember his eyes filled with disappointment, regret, and. . . his permanent dreary frown. The crease that became permanently etched on his forehead. His sunken eyes, and sharp cheekbones from malnutrition from his refusal to eat.

"We're almost there. Did you find the curtains you wanted?"

What? I raised my head in a jolt, realizing that I was daydreaming again. Dad was looking intently at me, patiently waiting for me to return to my senses. . . Thank you dad.

I shook my head.

"No."

"That's fine, we can custom order it. I know just the right man for the job. What do you want for dinner? I'm thinking pizza, mojos, and root beer! Ultimate meat and Garden Veggie for you, extra hot sauce. But no root beer for you, it's bad for your liver."

I couldn't resist the upward tug on the corner of my lips. He remembered my pizza.

"Really dad? It's for my liver's sake."

He shrugged his shoulders while maintaining his contagious smile.

"Do as I say, not as I do."

I smile and shake my head. Just as all fathers want. Always expecting their sons to be everything they are and everything they are not, as though that's possible.

"Well none for you either. We're getting avocado shakes, no sugar only honey or agave. Oh, and I'm throwing out all the alcohol I find as soon as we arrive."

I maintain my stoic face as he laughs amusedly and affectionately. How does one laugh affectionately you may ask? I honestly, have no idea. It's the enigma of "white" wizards. Twinkling eyes, affectionate laughs, I'd say it's an inborn trait. Heritable, not acquired.

Which reminds me, is he even really hurt? All that laughing should have reopened those wounds I thought he was hiding. Maybe I was wrong. But he's not the one driving, so he should be?

Suddenly the light got slightly dimmer, and the car came to a stop. The door opened automatically, and a voice came from outside.

"Good evening Mr. Stark. Ms. Potts is waiting for you and your son in your living quarters. She asked me to inform you that Dinner has been prepared."

What? . . . I wanted a Veggie pizza. But I guess a proper dinner is better for both of our healths.

"Got-cha. Tell her we'll be up in a minute."

Dad replied as he casually got out of the car. He turned down to face me as I got out, and spoke in a softer voice.

"Sorry 'bout that sport. We can get pizza next time."

I only nodded my head in understanding before walking through the lobby like I owned the place, while father continued to walk beside me with confident yet lazy strides.

Several "Good evening Mr. Stark and Mr. Stark jr." 's resounded throughout the room, but I did not pay them much mind. I did nod back, however; to be polite.

As the elevator doors shut, I could not help but notice the tenseness of the muscles in my legs and arms. Why am I nervous? The elevator ride seemed to only last seconds. It was too short, I need more time! But I could not stop time, nor can I delay our meeting again (with Pepper. I left the hospital last time without informing anyone, and since she had to take care of Stark Industries, and I went into hiding, we haven't been able to meet after the bombing. She must be absolutely furious.). . . I feel as though I'm forgetting something though. . . Must not be that important, if I forgot it.

As the elevator doors slid open, I was dumbstruck with the amount of colorful lights and Christmas decorations that greeted us. All sorts of greetings struck us at the same time.

"Merry Christmas!" "Happy New Year, Tony" "Merry Christmas! Hey, it's tiny Tony!" "You're finally here!" "So the man in red and gold finally shows up!"

I certainly did not expect to be greeted by a huge amount of people in the penthouse. Wait a minute. I think I heard an insult mixed in there.

"Heeeyyy, Guys! You're here! Pepper, I've missed you. How's my beautiful angel?"

My brain was having a rather difficult time trying to process all these new faces. But I know them all, or at least most of them. I glanced at the only two people I was familiar with hoping for someone to rescue me from my mute state. They were hugging. Yes, this is familiar. I can cope.

Pepper let go of Tony and almost immediately captured me into a hug.

"Tom!"

. . . I did not really know what to do, so out of survival instinct I hugged back.

"H- hello Pepper."

I almost sighed in relief, but before I could relax she released the hug and held me in place at arm's length. I could see her furious face, it was as it her eyes were glowing. Wait. I think they were actually glowing. Just what happened when I went into hiding?

"You are in so much trouble young man!"

Pepper was actually fuming and I felt fear for my rear end. I could almost remember the time my mother was so furious with me for misbehaving at a social event, she punished my backside.

A terrible experience I do not wish to remember. But thankfully, I do not think I would have to relive it, as she seemed to calm down. I could see the clear and honest worry within her eyes.

"But, I'm glad you're safe. You are not getting out unpunished though. But that discussion can wait until after the party."

". . . Nice to see you again too."

I could not help biting back with a hint of sarcasm. But she didn't get angry, in fact, she seemed even more affectionate than before.

"I'm really glad you're still the same, Tom."

I scrutinized her. What did you mean by that?

"Hahahaha. I'm glad to see my two important people getting along as usual."

I focused back on dad's ever-gleaming smile. Again. What do you mean as usual?!

"Well now that everyone's here. I'd like you all to meet my son Tom. Tom, there are my teammates. Here's my best buddy, Dr. Banner *whisper* he turns into a big green guy."

"Hey there kiddo. Nice to meet you."

I looked up at a guy with a wide square face, and slightly growing stubble as he holds out a hand for me to shake. He seems to be a smart, decent, intellectual man. I smile politely in a professional manner and take his hand.

"Pleasure's mine, Doctor."

"You can just call me Bruce."

Dad gestured to the man beside him. "And here's the Captain. Steve Rogers."

I looked at the next person who held out their hand. He seems like a. . . Gryffindor. 100% Gryffindor. Buff, sparkly, charismatic, straight white teeth. He's a Ken doll.

"Nice to meet you young man."

"To you as well, Sir."

Dad introduced a red-haired woman next to Ken's right. "She's Natasha Romanoff. The awesome Black widow."

"Hello Tom. You can call me Natasha."

"Hello Natasha." She smiled pleasantly, probably pleased at my proper behavior unlike other kids my age. Or from her eyes. . . probably kids like my dad.

Dad pushed me forward to greet the other members of his team. I hope I remember them all. "And finally Clint, Clint Barton. Shoots arrows, very important member of this team."

"I do more than that, but yes. I'm Hawkeye, but call me Clint."

The tip of my lip twitched. I guess he's used to my dad's cheesy and occasionally offending jokes.

"Nice to meet you Clint."

"Say, does anyone know if Thor's coming?" Dad asked everyone in the room, but was met with negative replies. But one in particular stood out. Natasha said

"No news from them. But we know he still hasn't come back to Earth."

. . . He hasn't come back to Earth?

I noticed that father noticed my confusion, but didn't explain anything. He was probably marveling for the first time that I didn't know what they were talking about. He did explain who Thor was, and What he was after a while. But more importantly. I glanced at the long table filled to the brim with food, and dead smack in the center was Garden Veggie Pizza.

"But. . . How?"

"Surprised? I hope so. I remember your dad once told me that it was your favorite."

My eyes opened even wider as I looked up at Pepper. But. . . I thought she hated me. Weren't we silent enemies?

But she smiled all affectionately again. Just like how mother used to.

"Merry Christmas Tom. We all have presents for you, but let's eat first. Before your pizza gets cold."

I didn't know what my face looked at the moment, but it made both her and dad hug me. Dad softly spoke to me while I was in his embrace.

"I'm sorry for the Christmas, son. Now let up those tears. We have a ton of food and presents to go through."

I felt so happy. I didn't even care that I was surrounded by strangers. I was surrounded by family and food. Who could ever ask for more? . . . Well I can, but that's a later discussion. I swallowed with my dry throat, and wiped my tears I didn't notice had fallen down. I looked at my new family. My slightly dysfunctional but perfect family and I said with a determined voice.

"Yes. Merry Christmas."

Draco / Tom P.O.V.

I always thought tiny families were the only families meant for me. But I suddenly got a huge makeshift family, and surprisingly, I find it more acceptable than I initially thought I would have. No wonder the weasels were always so loud. You can't help but BE loud if you were surrounded by people you want to talk with.

I'm not a people person, I never really had friends, I had subordinates. But there's something about everyone here (all squeezed into a few floors) which made me different. I don't like many people, but it was as if Merlin had blessed me with all the luck of a dragon and put the 0.0000001% of people on Earth I actually like, into a single building.

That is. . . except for morning. Everyone is very annoying on mornings.

Pepper P.O.V.

"Tony~ Tom~."

". . . "

"Tony. Tom."

My calls were met with nothing but an even longer response of silence. I couldn't help the dreaded feeling rising up and engulfing my heart. Images of the terrible bombing at the mansion flash through my eyes. All the times I woke up only to find out that Tony disappeared again from the morning newspaper. And. . . And Tom.

The same panic I felt after waking up in the hospital only to find out that the boy was just like his father. I cried and ran around the hospital like a mad-woman. I called every police station to go look for him but none availed to anything. It was like he vanished into thin air.

Just like. . . Just like his father. I don't know how I stay sane. But I can't start panicking now. I assured myself, that just like his father, Tom will also be upstairs. I honestly don't know how they do it. But they will appear in front of me as if they never disappeared, safe and sound. I don't need to worry. They're safe.

I stand in front of the door to Tony's room. I glance at Tom's room, wanting to wake him up first but I knew I couldn't open his door. I've tried in the past, but only Tony could open his door. So I guess Tom still doesn't trust me. I felt a pang in my chest, but I quickly forget it. Tom needs his space, especially after what happened. And if its his father he wants to help him recover, I wont slow down his progress by barging into his space.

Heart pounding in my chest. Gathering up my courage, I turn the knob. Hearing the *click* sound, I push it open. And what greeted me lifted some of my worries.

"Tony! Up! It's already past 10, I've been calling you both down for hours now."

"- min-."

"What?"

"5 more minutesss."

*sigh* I could barely hear him say a comprehensible slurred sentence. What am I supposed to do about this overgrown man-child? . . . But I still cant help the small smirk that tugged on the corner of my lips.

"Up!"

I dragged him by his ankles and pulled him half-way out of bed.

"Uurrghhhghg-"

"Stop groaning and get out of bed. Breakfast's ready and if you don't get up, it will get cold."

". . . Uuuughhhhgrrr."

I turned on my heel and left him to get up on his own. If he knows what's good for him, he will.

After a few minutes of waiting, having served all the pancakes and bacon on five sets of tableware (excluding Natasha and Steve since they are the most responsible of the group and got up hours ago.) half of the avengers trickled into the dining room after pressing the wake up button minutes ago. Good. Only two people left.

"You made lunch? Sweet. Thanks again Pepper." "Oh? Pancakes. Thank you Ms. Potts."

"It's no problem, and its breakfast Clint. And please, just call me Pepper Bruce, everyone's already been calling me that for months."

"It's already grown on me, but I supposed there's no harm done if I switch now."

Finally, after the two were settled down, Tony dragged his feet into the room. His bed hair was quite the sight.

"Would you be a dear and go get Tom?"

". . . . urgh. Why does he get to wake up latest?"

"Because he has emphasized that he is a 'growing' boy, and doesn't want females in his room lest I cramp his style. You know how puberty works, now go be a dear and go get him."

"Okay. Tooooommm. TToooooooooommmm.~ *yawn*" I hear his say in a sleepy sing song voice as he slowly gets further.

I turned away to hide the grin that made its way to my face. It's adorable to see him acting like such a baby in the morning or. . . noon.

But I should have known better. My amusement slowly turned into annoyance when a couple of seconds slowly turned into 20 full minutes. What's taking them so long?

I irritably got up from my chair and stormed up the stairs into Tom's room.

"Why are you both not up yet?"

All my anger instantly vanished at seeing Tony curled up in bed next to his son, who bore the greatest scowl a sleeping child could ever make while desperately tugging on the blanket (a futile attempt as it was trapped under Tony's weight).

Both Tony and Tom lay sprawled out on the bed in equally uncomfortable positions but somehow little Tom's sleeping posture seems more regal / posh than his fathers. It's a very strange scene, as it seems very uncomfortable, but perfect and calming at the same time. I could feel a small smile grace my lips; It is times like these that makes all my worry seem pointless. They'll both be just fine; afterall, they're both strong boys.

Little Tom lifts his blanket over his head in the cutest way imaginable and Tony gives the most unpleasant grumbling noise, reminiscent of his worst hangovers. But I knew he no longer had hangovers, not since he started spending more time with his son.

I accidentally let out a chuckle and shook my head.

I really should have known better than to send a lazy man to wake up his equally as lazy son, both desperately gripping onto the blanket. To all the mothers out there, reading this fanfic, never underestimate the power of the sleep coercion of a child! (as well as their ability to magically transfer grocery bags into your hand. I was truly amazed the last time we three went out grocery shopping, and all the grocery bags assigned to him made its way into my hands. Though, he insisted that I took it from him, which couldn't possibly be true. But in the end, it was Tony who carried everything until we got to the car.)

"Up!"

I hold onto Tony's ankles and pull him until his legs were dangling off the side of the bed. Then I gently pat the head of blond hair that was peaking past the blankets.

"Come on Tom. Rise and shine, it's time to wake up! I made your favorite. Pancakes and bacon."

". . ."

Slowly the blankets move down, revealing a full head of neat hair. How does Tom keep his hair so neat while sleeping?

"*whisper* okay."

I smile at his adorable response, and pat his head once more while brushing a few stray strands to behind his ear.

"Now go wash up."

I swear, If I weren't there, they would starve to death in bed! Tom wasn't like this before though. He always used to be such a punctual child. It must be Tony's influence.

Draco P.O.V.

It has been a couple of months now, and I was able to discuss things with my dad about my education. Needless to say he was Furious when I said only Oxford will do. He said we didn't need to worry and I could attend any of the other AMERICAN schools, since it's closer to home, but it was simply impossible for me. Afterall, I didn't want to go to Ilvermorny. I wanted to go to Hogwarts. No, I needed to go. I can't keep running away from my responsibilities forever, and Hogwarts was my second home. It still is, and I wouldn't trade it for anything.

He seemed to understand though and allowed me to go to Oxford with the condition that we go to Britain together. So for now, Dad's coordinating everything with Pepper so that Stark industries can still run smoothly through his absence. Though honestly, I don't think they needed to prepare that much. 'Pepper's already managing the company well on her own, and you dad have already left the company several times for weeks or months at a time ever since you became Iron-man. Without notice.' It doesn't affect the company's morale though since he's Ironman.

The only real problem he's having right now is with MACUSA and SHIELD. Nick Fury, who I found out was the director of SHIELD was trying to find out everything he can about the mysterious "mutant" that all the Avengers are hiding. (I still have no idea how and why on earth my existence became a "secret" from Fury. But I have a strong feeling the MACUSA was behind it. One of the only things they did right) Thankfully, dad seems to handle him very well. Or rather than Fury being the problem, it's more accurate to say that dad was Fury's problem. He's masterfully pissing him off, I just know it.

Now the situation with MACUSA was. . . unique. The stupid chief Auror of theirs refused to talk coherently with father, he keeps on spouting nonsense and insists that my father's popularity is a danger to my wellbeing (not that I don't agree, but he's my dad so of course I'd side with him and gladly be the auror's pain in the arse.) Thankfully, Potter was always there to salvage the situation and prevent anyone from hurting anyone.

For now, we continued our discussed schedule. I go to Potter's house every Thursday, Friday, and Saturday, and a native American wizard would be my teacher (because they said something about what a pity it would be if I stopped wandless magic now when I apparently had "great control". I also 'apparently' had a problem with my "magic channels" so they had to slowly help me recuperate. Whatever that means. I didn't argue back, afterall, I did want to keep doing wandless magic. That way I wouldn't immediately die if I were to ever be disarmed.)

This schedule allowed me to sleep-over at times when I was too tired of keeping up with the Avengers, or if they were all out doing their business and there was no one at home. Dad got along great with Potter and even came with me to their house several times. He also seems to take to magic quite well. He doesn't believe in it and is constantly trying to find out where the science in it all was, but at least he wasn't screaming about it. The moment when he saw the dishes doing themselves was what got to him. He stressed out over if for weeks until he came to the conclusion that tiny nanobots and magnets were inserted into the dishes and dish scrubs which allowed them to float and move around like so. (for a man who remained an atheist despite one of his supposed "teammates" being a god, it wasn't that surprising. I saw several photos and videos of him- Thor- and I'm positive that they weren't CGI or photoshopped. All the pixels corresponded to the camera's specs quite well.)

Anyway, to summarize, Fury's being led around like a cat by his whiskers. It's almost comical how dad does that every time. And the entirety of MACUSA (excluding Potter) is content that I wished to attend Hogwarts not Ilvermorny. They even helped contact the Headmaster for me but acceptance into the school is a whole different matter. They said I needed to head over to Britain first before I get considered by the "book" and the "quill" of something. It all works out. I guess their motto would be "Out of sight, out of mind."

I received my acceptance letter at Oxford and will head over there before August. Around the middle of July, and father will come with me until I get settle into the student dorms. By the time I receive my B.S. four years later, I would be ready for Hogwarts.

"Tony Stark. The man of the year. Something has been caught by our cameras and I want you to tell me what."

This obnoxious, husky, and low voice. I know this voice! Time to get my popcorn and TV ready!

I pressed a button next to my door which made my room soundproof. (sound isolator paddings were built into my walls which can move up and down. Imagine a burger where you can slide the patty in and out. . . Why am I forming a metaphor with a burger? *shiver*) I switched on the TV and took a bag of microwavable movie butter popcorn from my food drawer. (They're really useful if you're in the middle of an experiment and can't move away from your table, but you're really hungry. Even my 'father' has one, but it's our tiny secret, not even 'mother' knew.)

After microwaving it, I opened the lid and smelled the delicious popcorn. My eyes shift to the TV screen where I see a familiar Black leather suited man, with a pirate eye-patch.

"Ahhh. Fury. It's been so long since I last saw you! 8 days was it? Far longer than the 2 days we spent apart before that. Have you grown older since we last met? I see a few more lines which should not have appeared if you had used the toner I was telling you about."

Have I mentioned that he's been stalking all the avengers even more intently these past couple of weeks? I guess his fuse has finally burst, and he "wants answers, now!" Hahahaha, classic Fury.

"Stark. I don't want to hear about any of your skin care, or hair care, or whatever care products you want to endorse. In case you've forgotten, I've prepared a little clip just to remind you."

"You hurt me Fury. You really do, but I don't know why you're always so cranky. What's your secret? Ran out of leather cleaner? Eyepatch polisher? Agent's to bother? We're actually holding an event right now, free tacos in the lobby! We got asada, chorizo, pescado, tripita, oh and my personal favorite adobada! It's like shawarma, but as a taco. You have to try one, afterall, they say 'You're not you when you're hungry!"'

"Changing the subject Stark? Well try changing it after you see this." I swear. Fury speaks more like a child the longer he stays here.

From the screen I could see the pirate take out a usb from his picket and plug it into the TV. Automatically it starts playing the video. I click a button on my remote and the screen splits in two, showing what is on the TV downstairs on the right side, with the pirate and my dad still on the left.

Chills run down my spine as I see a familiar dilapidated house on a cliff with a helicopter hovering a small distance from it. There doesn't seem to be anything strange about it, just a warzone house, until I spot a tiny slightly transparent blue sphere at its center. Thankfully, the video was shot at a long distance so I wasn't captured in it.

But. . . How? As I recall, MASUCA should have deleted all evidence of magic use. Even the one that was used in the news all those months ago wasn't even close to capturing any magic activity. Why did SHIELD have it now? And why after all these months?

I wanted to watch how father would smoothen this out, but I knew I shouldn't bet all my cards on it. Afterall, I am a slytherin.

I grabbed a pen and took out the pen's inner plastic tube. I pushed the open tip inside a hole underneath the drawer which activated the drawer's internal mechanism to activate a hidden compartment housing all sorts of fake ID's and badges.

What? These things are crucial for a kid moving under polyjuice to play around Ammor Alley unquestioned.

I took out one badge in particular, a perfect replica of the badge MACUSA uses when interacting with America's No-Maj government.

I also grabbed one vial of Polyjuice beside it and dropped a piece of hair from my. . . DNA collection. . . Don't ask, you knew Polyjuice was sketchy since it was "illegal" to start with. There are afterall, two people, those who are subjected to the law, and those who make it. As I was once raised to inherit a seat in the Wizengamot, of course I knew about these "laws" and how to hide from them. You just need the right kind of money, and connections to find the needed runes. I have already familiarized myself with all sorts of "runes", so hiding things from the government is as easy as breathing to me and I'm quite proud of it. . . Not that I would boast about it out loud. I'm not suicidal.
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Tony P.O.V.

I watched the clip Fury humbly prepared, and feeling my patience burn with every ticking second. "Jarvis!"

[Clip deleted. Searching SHIELD database. Deleted. Searching worldwide download history. 1 match found. Deleted. No other copy available. Initiating building shutdown.]

The window shutters fall down, the metal doors slide close, and the room signal isolated and shut down. I watch Fury visible shudder and tense up with every activated isolation mechanism surrounding us.

[Complete. May I do anything else for you Sir?]

"No Jarvis. I'll take it from here."

[Understood.]

"Stark!"

"Fury."

"You-! You!"

"Yes, me. I didn't want to fight you Fury. I really didn't. I like SHIELD and the Avengers too much for that, I could even say I liked you too. But you pushed me far too close to the edge, and I can't allow that. But don't take it to heart. Afterall, you can test me all you want, but I will never let you come close to my son."

"What-?!"