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Tony Stark was not having a good day.
Mr Red White and Blue had drunk all of his good coffee, Italian imported small batch coffee beans, expertly roasted with hints of dark chocolate and smoke scented; then Clint had filled the vents full of expanding foam, a product of the ever-tiresome ongoing prank war between the Kid, Clint and Sam.
God bless the kid, he’s great honestly but he breaks too easily, one blast of “the eyes” from Morgan and he was roped into whatever pint-sized shenanigans that had led to the entirety of his collection of bespoke tailored suits being covered in pink glitter and unicorn stickers, although it would make the board meeting interesting, pondering how many of the board members he could make twitch with the glittery monstrosity he have to wear; after all Pepper always said he should dress appropriately for the old gits, which apparently did not include his favoured “Master of Reality” shirt, jeans and boots.
So, as he heads to the elevator, Tie glittered and Caffeine-deprived and Black Sabbath-less, only one thought consumes him “How can this day get any worse?”.
### 2 Weeks Earlier, Central London ###
“This is utter bollocks Bloodaxe”
“I assure you it is not Mr Potter” grumbles Bloodaxe, looking entirely done with the conversation
“There is no way in Merlins name, that THE Tony Stark, is my father, He’s the Iron Man for gods’ sake, Avenger, Saviour of Mankind and all that jazz”
“Seems you do have some similarities then Mr Potter, apparently your recklessness and stupidity is genetic” Bloodaxe laughs; “After all no sane individual breaks into Gringotts and steals one of our dragons, the same as no sane individual decides to fight off Aliens wearing a rusty tin can”.
After that proclamation, Harry stood up, nothing more to say on the topic, head reeling, stomach churning and wanting nothing more to get out of there and have a drink.
“May your coffers never empty Bloodaxe”
“May many enemies’ fall to your wand” replied Bloodaxe.
With the pleasantries concluded, Lord Hadrian “Harry” James Potter-Black disapparated, not to be seen in London for a very long time.