[ HIATUS ] Tom Stark-Malfoy (Draco Malfoy centric; HP- MCU crossover)
//Disclaimer: This is a fanfic. Everything you recognize is owned by either JK Rowling or Stan Lee. // 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. I've been tasked to go on a suicide mission to retrieve something that could serve as our last hope. The last chance to make everything right again. 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 don't care if my new adoptive father is rich! In fact I would prefer it if he was just normal. How in merlin's name am I supposed to practice magic with all this muggle technology inhibiting it, and this strange voice named Jarvis watching me 24/7?! I NEVER SIGNED UP TO BE RAISED BY A MUGGLE! //Draco's soul travels to the past and enters his body when he was a baby. MCU and HP universes are in the same universe so the exact year this story takes place is kinda wonky.// . . . Warning: Fanfics are written for pure enjoyment. If at any point while reading my fanfic, you don't like it, then I ask you to stop. I recieve endless joy when writing this. If you recieved the same joy reading my fanfic, then I am super happy to have shared my joy you. But if you do not enjoy this, then stop. I don't wish for you to read anything you don't enjoy. Let's leave those bad experiences for school or work. Now read and have fun!!! Or don't! And have fun elsewhere! Just make sure you are having fun! =) Also, this story is dead. Like dead dead. I have alot of incomplete chapters, but I dont think im gonna post another chapter again. The franchise is dead, HP in my heart was brutally massacred slowly with every Fantastic Beast Movie. Anyone who wants to adopt this story, go ahead.
The American Wizarding World Part 1-I
*Tony's P.O.V. The night after the attack-seen in Iron Man 3 on Dec. 22*
[-Sir. Sir!.]
Oh god, everything hurts. I feel like I have a massive gash on my face and that alarm isn't helping.
"Alright, kill the alarm. I got it."
[That's the emergency alert triggered by the power dropping below 5%.]
What? I feel cold air whip past my face.
Am I falling? I'm falling!
I crash into the ground, the force of going over a hundred kilometers per hour, collided with every nerve ending I had left. My breathing left me in sharp, hollow rasps as I hit tree, rock, bouncing and tumbling off everything on this damn ground, my screams filtering whatever noise my body was not supposed to make.
And I'm still, dead on the floor as I start to regain my breath. I reach up to my head and take of my mask. Breathing in the fresh yet searingly cold winter air.
"Snow? Where are we, upstate?"
[We are 5 miles outside of Rose Hills, Tennessee]
"WHY? Jarvis! Not my idea! What are we doing here, this is thousands of miles away! I've gotta get Pepper, I've go to get Tom, I-'ve-"
[I prepared a flight plan, this was the location.]
"Who asked you?!"
[I-]
"Open the suit."
[I- I think I may be malfunctioning, sir.]
"Open eject."
The suit opens up, allowing the frosty air to seep over my body as I sit up.
"Hahhh, hohhh. That's cold."
I blow hot air into my hands and rub them together to create heat. I raised up my arm to inspect the subcutaneous electronic devices. No longer relishing in the cold, I just wanted to get back into my suit.
"Maybe I'll just cozy back up for a bit."
[I actually think I need to sleep now, sir.]
"Jarvis."
"Jarvis?"
"Don't leave me, buddy."
Great. . . Great. Just- great.
I look around at the dark ground covered with thick layer of snow. I was feeling smaller with every minute. Aliens. Terrorist attacks. And now my family.
I'm so sorry guys. Pepper. Tom. . . I'm so sorry.
I dragged the Mark 42 behind me, slowly making my way to the nearest town. After putting on a poncho from a statue I found a payphone.
{Stark Secure Server: Now transferring to all known receivers}
"Pepper, it's me. I've got a lot of apologies to make and not a lot of time, so first off. I'm so sorry I put you both in harm's way. That was selfish and stupid and won't happen again. Also, it's Christmas time. The rabbit's too big. Done. The tree's gone, Sorry. And I'm sorry in advance because I can't come home yet. I need to find this guy. You and Tom, please, stay safe. That's all I know. I just stole a poncho from a wooden Indian."
/My advice- if you're in college and you're gonna take shortened classes, choose hybrid classes. . . I know how vein this would sound but I would love to hear all your thoughts about the story, good or bad, because it helps give me inspiration in writing the story because I really need inspiration right now. I have writer's block./