Tom Stark-Malfoy

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 buŧŧon 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 buŧŧer 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 buŧŧon 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-?!"