FrostIron Short Stories

Tony Stark and the Six Avengers: The First Two Months and Greetings

When Tony arrived in the banquet hall, everyone hastily got to their feet. Including, a young man with tied back black hair that he glimpsed only for a second and saw only twice more that night. Tony moved to the end of the table, where many people who looked like Kings themselves were seated. He felt out of place and he was the King.

Many young men were still casting glances, same with the women, and of course Tony was looking for that one man.

"Majesty, it is a true honor to sit with you." Said one man, his white-haired head shining because of the candles and lanterns. "I am the Duke Hank Pym, this is my daughter, Hope van Dyne."

"Where is the Duchess?" Asked Tony, an utmost ignorant question on his part.

"The Duchess, Janet van Dyne, could not come, she was feeling ill these past few days. My daughter elected to come in her stead." Said the Duke with only the smallest amount of contempt.

"I wish the Duchess good health, and would very much like the chance to meet her soon." Tony said, he glanced around, praying that Obadiah would show and rescue him during this, but much more to his relief, Lieutenant Rhodes began to approach him.

"Majesty, I do hope I have the privilege to sit next to you."

"Yes, Lieutenant, you may." Tony said with a detached voice. Rhodes bowed deeply to him, and less deeply to the Duke and his daughter. The Steward appeared a few minutes late, and sat on the other side of Tony, immediately striking up a conversation with the Duke.

"How are you doing?" Whispered Rhodes.

"Fair, it's very shocking. How my father did it astounds me." He responded, dishes were brought in, and their meal began. His father had never gotten up to say blessings, and Tony didn't either. Father Stan Lee asked him if he would like to softly, and he said he would rather continue as his father had.

So, the priest gave his prayer, and they began to eat. There was clattering of plates, knives, forks, clinks of spoons, slurps, all the usual noises placed with that of eating. Yet still, he had nerves about him and did not eat too much.

After eating, the party moved into the ballroom. The people stood on the sides, no one dancing until Tony danced. He saw Virginia there, she hadn't been permitted to eat with them during the feast and now, she was there. Thank God. He hurried over to her.

"Care for a dance?" He gave his arm to her, and she took it with hesitation. The both of them began to dance around the ballroom, Virginia showing excellent skills as a dancer, Tony did his best and succeeded at not stepping on her toes.

Others joined them, and Tony saw that man again. He stopped dead for a minute, then was reminded by Virginia where he was.

"Majesty?" She asked softly.

"I'm going to go... do something... be right back...." He said as he walked away from her, and she stood alone until she herself left.

Tony shoved his way past people, and then caught his last glimpse of that man before walking to leave. He was exhausted. Tony walked to his chambers, when he remembered they were no longer his, he walked to his father's and saw all his things were moved into there. He took the cape off, and undressed himself, then pulled on his night clothes and got into bed.

The next three months proceeded slowly. Though one night, everything seemed strange. Tony one day left to go to another Castle. He was sitting with two people, then there was the carriage driver. All of them had weapons, and Rhodes was a few carriages behind his.

Then there was screaming.

Tony saw things happen so fast. The three people all died, their blood was on his body.