Wizarding Avengers *On Hold*

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CHAPTER TWO
STARK, ROGERS, AND BARNES

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New York City, Stark Home

"I'm afraid it's time to wake up, Sir."

The voice of a house-elf pulled Tony out of his pleasant sleep as he started rocking from side to side due to the elf's gentle shaking. He groaned as he turned in his bed almost falling when he opened his eyes to a big pair of green ones staring right back at him.

He flinched back slightly before shaking his head and yawning, "What time is it, Jarvis?" he asked.

"Ten A.M, I believe, Sir," he informed and Tony let out another groan before pushing the covers off and reluctantly sitting up.

"Breakfast?"

"It's ready when you are, Sir. Though, and I quote straight from the mouth of your father, 'If Anthony doesn't get his butt out of bed he'll be waking up to a bucket of ice-cold water!' I suggest, Sir, you take a quick shower before hurrying down for breakfast," Jarvis monotonely advised.

Tony silently agreed and nodded before standing up and dragging himself into the bathroom. Under advisement, he took a quick shower, washed his hair, brushed his teeth, and got dressed for the day. He walked back into his room to find a pair of black jeans and a blue sweater laid out for him on his bed.

He jogged down the hallway before sliding down the staircase's banister much to his father's annoyance.

"Morning Mom, Dad," he greeted then plopped down in his usual seat his breakfast already waiting for him.

"Anthony," Howard sighed, "at least slow down long enough to taste the food."

Tony ignored him per usual and scoffed his food down along with his glass of orange juice before being handed a napkin from Jarvis. He tapped his mouth with it if not silently mocking his father's properness. That was until the family hawk flew in and dropped a red wax sealed letter in his lap.

"Finally!" he whisper, exclaimed in excitement. The letter he had been waiting for, for over a year had finally come and he was beyond thrilled as he tried his best not to jump up from his seat and do a happy dance right there and then.

"What is it?" Howard asked as he carried on reading the newspaper in his hands, not paying the least bit attention to how his son's eyes had lit up like it was Christmas morning or how he was grinning like he'd just gotten the new Nimbus 2000.

Tony quickly straightened up and opened his mouth to reply, but Jarvis quickly shot him a warning look and he instantly deflated. The remark playing on the tip of his tongue disappearing as he let out a small sigh.

"My Hogwarts letter arrived," he plainly said.

Howard folded the newspaper up and Tony caught a glimpse of a faint smile on his father's lips while his mother grinned widely like he'd just told them he got into the Ministry of Magic.

"Oh, sweetheart," Maria smiled, "we'll go this weekend to get everything you need," she offered and Tony nodded and grinned.

Tony still had no clue why he was being sent to Hogwarts instead of Ilvermorny, it was further away than Ilvermorny was and it was also meant for the British witches and wizards, not the American ones. It wasn't really a rule or anything it was just how it was. It might have been because of his father's job that kept him in Britain most of the time anyway, but he couldn't really find it in himself to care too much since his best friend would be attending Hogwarts too.