Simsalabim // T. Stark

I

A car drives expertly through the busy New York traffic on a Friday evening. The long vehicle seems to pass all the right streets as it never meets a red light, but that might have something to do with the person sitting in the backseat. Curving to the side, the car parks in front of a large building. The driver moves to get out of the car to open the backdoor, only for the man sitting there to open it himself. A dressed shoe lands on the pavement, followed by an equally expensively dressed leg. The man in his early forties fixes his watch as he fully exits the car. With his classic sunglasses over his eyes, the billionaire scans his surroundings before turning back to his driver.

"Thanks for the ride, Happy. You can clock out for the night."

The man behind the wheel gives him a nod, backing out of the spot and riding of into the distance. Tony's eyes follow the car until it's out of sight, before facing back the building. He straightens his suit and begins his confident strut towards the door. The doorman nods at him in recognition and stretches his hand as an invitation to enter. The fast spinning doors lead him towards a big open space with a seemingly infinite roof. 

Tony had been in the ministry before, on multiple occasions, but he will never get used to the massive and powerful atmosphere the place holds. And that was saying something as he was the proud owner of multiple impressive houses and buildings. 

He spares a look at the house elves operated elevators, but decides against the super fast and in-multiple-direction-going device of hell and walks up the stairs. Swatting at the paper planes that fly past his head. The building was fairly empty, many of the employees having gone home hours ago as the clock had hit five and the weekend had officially arrived. 

After going up a few levels he takes a right, knowing the directions by now, which was something he was proud of as the building was confusing. He crosses the auror division, flinching as an object a woman was prodding at suddenly explodes. Tony hurries his pace. Luckily his destination was right around the corner.

He walks past the open door, entering a large area. AIM, or the Avengers Initiative for the Magical, was one of the largest departments in the whole ministry. It was a mix of a lot of other departments, a few employees from each one, to keep a better eye on the non-magical community. The desks seem to be filled with a wide variety of people. 

To his right he finds a wall filled with maps. Maps of New York, Londen, Sydney and other big cities. But there are also maps for countries, and even a big one in the middle showing the whole world. This part of the office was used to track and study the danger levels of the world. Points of the map would light up in crisis, alerting the witches and wizards of the trouble. The few desks that stand there are occupied by old school telephones with curly wires. Tony scoffs at the primitive use of technology. And to think that before Tony's involvement in the wizarding world they didn't even use those. 

The next part of the office was, unlike the one before, filled to the brim with desks, all of them holding a typewriter on top. Tony spots a familiar mop of brown hair in the crowd and gives Timothy a small salute. He passes a laboratory like area, where a lot of people with goggles and dragon hide armor were leaning over a table. The object of interest today was somekind of gun, but the lack of bullet hole in the wall tells him they hadn't quite figured it out just yet. That part of the room was created for muggle inventions to be tested, with and without magic around. The ministry had decided to expand their knowledge about new muggle inventions, even asking Tony to come and explain the devices sometimes, in hope for them to be able to defend themselves against it better. Along with that they also had some of the alien tech from the battle of New York from almost a year ago to experiment with.

He walks through the other small communities inside the department, finally arriving at the door all the way at the end of the room. Tony stops by the desk standing in front of it, leaning against the wood with his signature smirk on his face.