The American Wizarding World Part 1-I

*Tony's P.O.V. The night after the attack-seen in Iron Man 3 on Dec. 22*

[-Sir. Sir!.]

Oh god, everything hurts. I feel like I have a massive gash on my face and that alarm isn't helping.

"Alright, kill the alarm. I got it."

[That's the emergency alert triggered by the power dropping below 5%.]

What? I feel cold air whip past my face.

Am I falling? I'm falling!

I crash into the ground, the force of going over a hundred kilometers per hour, collided with every nerve ending I had left. My breathing left me in sharp, hollow rasps as I hit tree, rock, bouncing and tumbling off everything on this damn ground, my screams filtering whatever noise my body was not supposed to make.

And I'm still, dead on the floor as I start to regain my breath. I reach up to my head and take of my mask. Breathing in the fresh yet searingly cold winter air.

"Snow? Where are we, upstate?"

[We are 5 miles outside of Rose Hills, Tennessee]

"WHY? Jarvis! Not my idea! What are we doing here, this is thousands of miles away! I've gotta get Pepper, I've go to get Tom, I-'ve-"

[I prepared a flight plan, this was the location.]

"Who asked you?!"

[I-]

"Open the suit."

[I- I think I may be malfunctioning, sir.]

"Open eject."

The suit opens up, allowing the frosty air to seep over my body as I sit up.

"Hahhh, hohhh. That's cold."

I blow hot air into my hands and rub them together to create heat. I raised up my arm to inspect the subcutaneous electronic devices. No longer relishing in the cold, I just wanted to get back into my suit.

"Maybe I'll just cozy back up for a bit."

[I actually think I need to sleep now, sir.]

"Jarvis."

"Jarvis?"

"Don't leave me, buddy."

Great. . . Great. Just- great.

I look around at the dark ground covered with thick layer of snow. I was feeling smaller with every minute. Aliens. Terrorist attacks. And now my family.

I'm so sorry guys. Pepper. Tom. . . I'm so sorry.

I dragged the Mark 42 behind me, slowly making my way to the nearest town. After putting on a poncho from a statue I found a payphone.

{Stark Secure Server: Now transferring to all known receivers}

"Pepper, it's me. I've got a lot of apologies to make and not a lot of time, so first off. I'm so sorry I put you both in harm's way. That was selfish and stupid and won't happen again. Also, it's Christmas time. The rabbit's too big. Done. The tree's gone, Sorry. And I'm sorry in advance because I can't come home yet. I need to find this guy. You and Tom, please, stay safe. That's all I know. I just stole a poncho from a wooden Indian."