Tom Stark-Malfoy

Draco P.O.V.

*gasp*

. . .

A gasp?

I turn around and saw that we had a visitor. Dark shoulder length swept back hair, greed eyes, tall, thin, strange green and gold war robes. An unfamiliar face.

I got careless, just because the Avengers Headquarters moved elsewhere doesn't mean we won't have any more visitors.

"Oblivi-!"

In a flash, the man is absorbed by green smoke and I felt something sharp on my throat.

"An ishtari? How peculiar, I thought Father killed your whole race."

I felt a small gush of air, and hear the knife drop to the floor, followed by a choking sound. I held my neck feeling shivers run down my spine and I dared look back. Oh thank god. Jarvis is holding him by the neck.

Ah no. His name's not Jarvis anymore, it's Vision. I swear, so many things happen every time I'm at school. I'm sort of thankful I decided to go to school just to avoid this whole mess.

"Thank you Vision. But why are you both here?"

"You're welcome Tom. I came by to fetch you earlier than scheduled since some trouble happed at the global convention you father was attending. He wishes you return to Britain where you will be safe. Also, you will not trust Steve, Clint, Falcon, the Scarlet Witch, Antman or a man with long black hair and a short beard should you see any of them."

". . .Wait. What happened? wait, wait, wait. Okay I won't ask any questions about that to make it easier on the both of us, but who the hell is he?"

I point to the guy who was struggling in mid-air. I'm surprised he hasn't run out of air. And why does he seem so familiar?

"This man in Loki Odinson, God of Mischief and Destruction, brother of Thor Odinson, God of Thunder and an Avenger."

"I am Loki! Thor is the brother of I!"

. . . Loki? I summoned the strongest Confringo I could muster. ~| curse that causes the target to explode.|

"Release him. Now!"

As soon as Vision's fingers left his throat. I released the spell from the edge of my fingertips.

But just as the spell almost hit its target, he vanished. The spell hit the couch behind him, causing it to burst into flame and burn until it ceased to exist in a couple of seconds. Within this time, I cast another spell. .

"Homenum Revelio!" ~|human detection spell|

There behind the counter!

"Petrficus Totalis!"

I was worried he escaped again, but as I heard his frozen body drop to the floor, I knew I was successful. I did it! Ha! I will get revenge on the horrors you caused on my dad! I will return the favor three-fold!

I run to the dining area and find him frozen in a running position face first on the ground. Why didn't he apparate out of the building? Only one reason. He needed something in here, but what?

"Mobilicorpus." ~|levitates body|

I levitated his body to an upright position and blindfolded him. Then I brought him to the interrogation room. (a training area without anything in it but it full-proof to any damage)

"Tom. You shouldn't be doing this. Your father wants you to be safe, not levitating the paralized bodies of his enemies."

"Muffliato. Just because he's petrified doesn't mean he can't hear Jarvis. And don't worry. What dad doesn't know won't hurt him." ~| charm used to fill the ears of any person in the vicinity of the caster with an unidentifiable buzzing sound |

"Again, I'm Vision. But it could hurt you!"

*Sigh* why am I even arguing with my ex-baby sitter? I conjure a seat and tie the intruder to it with a simple wordless Incarcerous. ~|conjure ropes from thin air|

"Finite Incantatem." ~|spell to remove other spells = muffliato and petrificus totalus|

I removed his blindfold and was pissed of at his amazed proud face, like he found a rare Salazar Slytherin Chocolate Frog Trading Card on his first try. I can't help but think that this decision of mine was wrong. Ugh. . . I smell trouble. I can't deal with any of that right now.

"Stupefy!"

I watched him go limp and I retreated to my room ready to pack my things, not forgetting to lock the room that man was in. On my way there, I noticed that there was a red sack of dad's prototypes, vials of red glowy knows what, and other important junk, lying down near the elevator, like it was accidentally dropped.

Was he. . . robbing us?

. . .

"Call father, have him and SHIELD deal with that man. You don't need to fly me to the airport, I have. . . other means of transportation."

After spelling all my things into my luggage and a featherweight charm later, I apparated to the nearest international floo.

Running away you say? Of course not, I was simply avoiding trouble.

While waiting for my turn to use the interstate floo, I wrote a short letter to Potter explaining that I had to leave America earlier than expected and couldn't visit him, but he was welcome to send me owls while I was at school.

""Number 316! 316!""

"That is me!"

I rushed to the half-blood dwarf next to Floo 7.

"London, England sir."

"That will be 13 sickles."

After I paid the man and he gave me a bucket with the necessary amount of floo powder to travel that far, I stepped into the floo with my luggage.

"Stark Mansion!"

With a wave of my hand, I threw the floo powder to the ground, and watched as the green flames covered my whole body and diminished.

Stepping out I cast a light Tergeo on myself and glanced around. Just as I left it.

*sigh* It was a long day. A really long one. I trudged up the stairs to my sleeping chambers and collapsed on my bed. Longingly I glanced out the window. Just one thing left. Just one.

I yawned and let sleep take over me.

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// Previously I wrote Ultron in this chapter. I dont know why I made such a terrible mistake. I have changed it to Vision as it should be. And I completely understand that Vision is a separate being from Jarvice, dont worry. But Draco of course, couldn't care less.

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