Ron found himself standing within a spacious room with walls of steel, and a large window where he could see a stunning view. Outside of the window was particles and floating orbs with moving pictures, locked in a forever loop. For some reason, it overcame him with a foreboding sense of deja vu. Ron looked around, about to step forward when a voice interrupted him.

"It's been years, Mr Weasley."

Ron swirled around, eyes wide, hands gripping a wand that wasn't there. He balked upon what stood before him, and uttered a name he couldn't recall knowing.

"Jarvis."

The towering man, clad in purple, silver and gold, let out a soft chuckle. "Of course that would be the name you would utter." He straightened his posture before giving the Weasley a warm smile. "Though you are not altogether incorrect."

Ron was then completely taken by surprise as an orb of moving images that swirled within, broadcasting a scene that Ron couldn't understand. It showed that of an older man, wearing what Ron could only guess was highly advanced technology. For the added bonus, the suit was red and gold. Yay for Gryffindor.

"...I am really kicking ass out here!" The man uttered to himself, hovering as he kept a weary look out for possible ambushes. He shooted a laser at a weapon, destroying it completely. He flew over to a helicopter, readying for another attack.

"I do not understand this 'ass-kicking' reference, sir." A robotic voice commented, causing the man's facial expression to change into exasperation.

"Jarvis, remind me to develop a personality for you later."

Looking away from the orb, Ron couldn't understand what the scene that took place within the misty orb was. He was so absorbed by what he could only guess was a memory, he forgot about the strange being standing before him.

"Ah yes, Jarvis. I recall that memory with fondness." The being murmured softly, causing Ron to startle. "Now then, Mr Weasley. I am Vision. I have come here because of our connected pasts." He explained. Ron stared at him, eyes blank. Simply, Vision added, "I am going to fix something."

"Oh."

Vision approached Ron, placing the tips of his fingers upon his temple. "Welcome back, Mr Stark."

Then everything faded to black.

The murmuring of voices caused one Ronald Weasley to awaken with a start, his eyes flickering back and forth as he tried to recall what he was doing last.

Aliens coming through the portal.

Ultron trying to destroy earth.

Him on his deathbed, looking at his son as old age crept up to take his life.

"It seems Mr Weasley has finally awakened." A voice interrupted the trickle of memories, causing the red-head to glance over at the speaker with a puzzled expression.

Weasley?

Then it came forth, memories of his short second life. Getting a slight headache, Ron narrowed his eyes at the elderly man.

"Where are they?" He croaked, masking his shock at how young and weak his voice was. Having been used to the more gruff and experienced voice he had grown to love.

"Miss Granger and Mister Potter are fine, Mister Potter resides in the bed next to you. I'd advise keeping your voice down."

Dumbledore spoke gently, taking note of Ron's pained expression. Judging by the careful kneading of his scalp, he appeared to be suffering some kind of headache.

Though this wasn't what Tony - well he supposed it was Ron, now - meant. Ron glanced over at Harry, idly observing his subtle twitches. A nightmare.

"Headmaster." Ron began, taking the older man by surprise with his polite wording. "Harry's having a nightmare."

Dumbledore approached Harry, whose twitching had escalated into wild thrashing, the hospital bed creaking beneath him. A stray arm caught on one of the curtains, and it tore from the rail to lay across his writhing body like a tarp. Alarmed, Dumbledore halted, instead watching the scene unfolding before him in calm scrutiny.

"Harry, my boy-"

He was cut off by a shout, and then a torrent of rambling.

"I'm so sorry - I'm not a monster! I need to leave to protect you all. I… I love you Natasha, I always will." Though low, and full of emotion, the muttering was actually a chant of a full sentence.

Natasha?

Natasha Romanoff?

Black Widow?

These were the thoughts that were rapidly going Albus Dumbledore's head, his theory feeling more plausible.

Ron's attention was solely on Harry, trying to recall who had loved Natasha. Wait… Bruce? Swiftly getting up, his mindset slipping into what would be later called 'Ironman mode'. He quickly approached the bed, despite Dumbledore attempting to hold him back. Dumbledore quickly halted his attempts, wanting to see if his theory was indeed correct.

"Bruce. Bruce wake up. I'm not Natasha but I'm here. It's me." Ron tried to get through to him, leaning over the whimpering preteen. Ron grabbed his shoulders. "Tony. Tony Stark. You know? Billionaire playboy? Well, I suppose I'm more of a dumbass with a poor family now." Though he was rambling, Ron was then taken by surprise when Harry let out a laugh, his vivid green eyes staring up at him.

"Mr Weasley, Mr Potter. I believe we have some things to discuss." Albus Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling brighter than they normally would. Striding over to where Poppy resided within her office and getting her consent, Dumbledore withdrew his wand from somewhere within his robes. Dumbledore then cast a silencing charm.

"You do know that Tony Stark and Bruce Banner, as you mentioned Bruce. Are beings of legends?" Dumbledore asked softly, watching the two children. Dumbledore wore a knowing smile upon his lips.

Tony- well, Ron and Harry, they supposed they were now, exchanged looks. Harry gave Dumbledore his full attention, narrowing his eyes.

"Legends?" He quoted, while Ron was going through his returned memories. Ron couldn't help the smirk that overcame his lips, his ego flaring quite a bit.

Legends, hm?

"I believe you'll find out in due time, after all. You both are just children." Dumbledore responded, giving them his ever infuriating eye-twinkling smile. Feeling quite amused, as he took note of how Ron's smug look dissolved into a conflicting mix of horror and bruised pride.