𝑩𝒆𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔 - STONY

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[Hey y'all, so I found out that the reason why my other stories got deleted is because my petty (ex)friend deleted them cause she was pissed at me. I'm hella pissed]

Tony had stopped by the Sanctum after Stephen called asking for his help with an ancient gadget. Obviously Tony had figured it out soon enough and showed Stephen how to work it.

Now he was just idly walking around and looking at all the artifacts. There was a floating book; which didn't surprise him in the least, and there was a samurai armour set, a glowing opal, all sorts of stuff.

But what really caught his eye, was a mirror. Well there was a white cloth covering most of it but Tony could still see it was a mirror. He approached it and removed the cloth. The mirror had a shining gold frame and a tiny, tiny crack in the middle of it.

"Hey, Strange. What does this mirror do?" Tony called out.

Strange looked over. "Don't play with that" he told Tony the minute he saw the mischievous look on his face.

"Why not? And how did this crack get here, don't you handle your magic toys with enough care?" Tony stepped closer to it.

Tony lifted his hand and stook out his finger to touch the cracked part. Stephens eyes widened and panic shot down his spine. "TONY DONT!" He shouted. But to no avail.

The second Tony's fingertip met with the crack, a bright light sucked him into the mirror, and he was gone.

Stephen just stood there frozen, mouth agape. He refused to believe that what just happened, happened. Because if it did, it would mean that Tony freakin Stark just got thrown back a few centuries, and would not be able to come back unless he found the required items. Which he most likely will not be able to do because he doesn't know a single damn thing about that mirror.

Nonetheless, he got back to his senses and immediately dialed the Avengers.

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"Friday?"

"Yes, boss?"

"Where the hell am I?" Tony looked around the room he appeared in. There were paintings everywhere, and the architecture looked really, really old. And it seemed to be light outside.

"I believe you are in the 1800's, boss" Friday answered.

"Fri, do you need a system update? I guess I'll check on you at home" Tony frowned at such a ridiculous answer.

He got up and turned to the mirror. This time the crack was much bigger. Tony touched the crack again but nothing happened this time. He tilted his head in confusion.

Giving up, he shrugged it off and walked towards the door. "God that gave me a momentarily fatal headache. Get Strange on the phone, we need to find out what that was-" Tony was saying as he pushed the doors open. But he cut himself off the minute he stepped out and came across what could not be anything but the 1800's as Friday said.

The townspeople were dressed up in the 1800's fashion, all the fruits and vegetables, the cloths and accessories being sold on the side, the architecture of the buildings, it all was none other than the 1800's era.

Tony paused for a moment. And then started laughing to himself. "I thought we left the pranks to Loki, now Strange is in on them too?" He chuckled.