This might be a drabble.. or a longer version if I can get my muse to work with me.

Once again I claim nothing as my own. Beta work done by Francesca Kingston.

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"Holy crap! my head hurts!"

"That would be largely due to the fact that you landed on it Sir."

"…Thanks for the input, Jarvis."

Tony really didn't want to open his eyes. He clung to the irrational hope that if he kept his eyes shut nothing bad could happen. Well nothing worse than what had already happened. Getting pimp smacked by Doctor Doom wasn't something he'd be able to put off as nothing. And he sure as hell was still feeling it even with the protection the suit had offered. He was going to be one giant bruise once he slipped out of the suit. He just knew it.

"Sir?" Jarvis chimed in, after a moment, making Tony wince inside of the Ironman suit. There was a sharp pounding in the area of his right temple.

"What's up Jarvis?"

"I think now would be a wise time for you to open your eyes Sir."

Tony's eyes instantly snapped open and his arms tensed up. He couldn't see a thing, everything was dark. "Uh..Jarvis?"

"It appears a tarp has been placed on top of your suit Sir."

Arms rose up and Stark sighed in pure relief as his hand rose up and touched something that moved easily. Groaning at the effort it took to sit up, Tony pushed the tarp off of himself. He took a long moment to blink against the harsh lighting and briefly wondered how long he had been knocked out. Then he blinked again.

"Jarvis. Where the hell am I?" Tony tried to keep his voice level and calm but was pretty sure Jarvis heard the building panic in his voice. He'd bet his best pair of ray bans that he wasn't anywhere near where he wanted to be.

"I'm not exactly sure Sir."

Talk about unhelpful.

It looked like someone had plopped him into the middle of a theater set. Everything had a faintly musty and old feel to it. English, Tony instantly thought to himself. He was currently laying in the middle of the room not that far from a fireplace. To his left, there was a high backed chair and a table that seemed buried under a pile of paper work and odd metal objects.

He had just barely gotten to his feet and regained his balance when the sound of a door starting to swing open got his attention. Tony unfroze a second later and darted as best he could behind the door, attempting to stay out of sight. Till he knew what the hell was going on here, he was keeping low key. Voices rose from the other side of the door and a moment later a set of males walked into the room.

"I'm telling you Watson. I have found an alien of some kind."
The sound of an uneven gait was followed by a second voice. "I really doubt that's the case Holmes."

Tony mouthed the two names silently to himself from his hiding spot behind the door. He was starting to have a really bad feeling about this now. If need be, he could have just used the old Stark charm and gotten out of here but if these two were who he thought they were? Well he was just screwed seven ways to Sunday then. Bad feeling or not, there didn't seem to be any real way of stopping the two from entering the room. Tony just knew it was only a matter of time before one of the two turned and spotted him. It's not like he really blended in with the rest of the room, messy as it was. He was the brightest spot of color there.

There was a slightly disapproving sound coming from the taller of the two. " And exactly where is this alien, Holmes?"

The second male glanced around in clear confusion. The baffled look stayed on his face till a moment later when he spotted Tony. Tony could tell the gig was up because Holmes (He was assuming that was who the shorter one was at this point) paled slightly and his brown eyes went huge.

Crap.

Just as quick as that expression came onto Holmes face, it was replaced with a smug look. Holmes nodded at Tony as he spoke to the male at his side. "See. It's just as I said."

Double Crap.

Watson followed Holmes gaze to the door and actually took a step back. The taller man tightened his grip on the walking stick he had in his hand. Great way to meet the locals, Tony thought to himself as he watched Holmes get shoved behind Watson. He thought idly about waving at the two but figured that might just get him shot at.

Inside the suit Tony arched an eyebrow at the display in front of himself. He wasn't sure exactly what it was Watson thought he was going to attempt.

"If my intention was to hurt anyone I would have done it already." His voice sounded slightly put out and insulted even to him. He braced his hands on the waist of the suit waiting for something to happen.

"It talks!" Holmes appeared from behind Watson edging around the Doctor in order to get a better look at Tony. Tony merely clamped his mouth shut and looked upwards, willing patience to rain down on him or something. It had never worked for him before but he was willing to try again.

"Yes I can speak," Tony paused briefly, "And no I'm not an alien." A frown was sent to Holmes, who never saw it through the mask that covered Tony's face. Watson's mouth had been hanging wide open , Tony heard it snap shut now. "Indeed. Then pray tell us good Sir. If you are not an alien what are you?"

"I wouldn't suggest revealing to much at once Sir." Jarvis chose that moment to speak up. "It's better to be safe than sorry."

While Tony wanted to just close his eyes and not be here anymore, he had to admit Jarvis made a good point. If this was what he thought it was, and he was rarely wrong, he had been given a one way ticket back to the future. And I didn't even need a odd ball Doctor or a Deloren to do it.