ok fuck all of u idk why im writing this im angry and need harry angst ( i might make this have multiple chapters idk and shit might ne inaccurate but wtf its an AU which means harry defeats voldemort at a young age, hes also a prodigy)

Harry wiggled his toes, the wind feeling like a smack to the face. He had always known he would accept death if it came to him. He has never questioned it.

"Snape was right." He mumbled, and it was true. And it hurt. Dumbledore was willing to sacrifice one life for the fate of the world. And he understood it. Harry had always been dense before Hogwarts, but then his eyes were opened.

He had become a prodigy, smart in muggle and magical topics. He defeated Voldemort at the raw age of fifteen. He had become the Master of Death.

Of course, that meant Death regularly visited him, generally to make sure Harry hadn't self-destructed.

Harry was sixteen now, if he had guessed. It was one year after he had gotten sucked into this hell of a universe. You had heard him correctly. After the defeat of Voldemort, Harry had been sucked to this alternate… universe? Dimension? He never really had time to figure it out.

He learned that this world had mutants, and superheros.

Anyways, back to the present.

He looked down calmly, the toe of his boots just inching over the edge.

"I wouldn't do that."

Harry groaned, rubbing his face with two hands. Ironman? Seriously?

"Didn't notice you were here." He responded coolly, not bothering to turn around. The silence was calculating and painful. It wasn't until he heard the click of metal that he noticed Ironman was closer. "Please leave." Ironman shook his head. "What's your name, kid?" He asked instead.

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When Tony saw the figure on the roof, he instantly knew something was wrong.

His reasons? Thought you'd never ask. First, who the hell idly stands on a roof for almost half an hour (Tony could proudly say that he was not in any way stalking the boy).

Secondly, didn't kids have a curfew? Where were his parents?

He finally stepped foot on the roof, and almost lost his cool when the kid's foot slid closer to the edge. He knew he had to act soon.

"I wouldn't do that."

Kid (as Tony dubbed him) didn't react. At all. And Tony hated it. He loved riling up people! It was part of his job.

"Didn't notice you were here." His voice was sharp, aged, even. Tony decided not to respond, instead choosing to inch closer to the teen. Apparently Kid must have enhanced sense of hearing or something, cause his next words almost made Tony trip.

"Please leave." Tony stubbornly plowed on. "What's your name, kid?" Kid audibly sighed, and turned around. Tony felt his breath catch in his throat. Those eyes were impossibly green.

"It's Harry."

"Well, Hare-bear, please step away from the ledge before I drag you." Tony crossed his arms, his faceplate raised to reveal a stern expression.

Harry's shoulders shook, and Tony instantly felt bad. "Hey, I didn't mean to make y-" He never got to finish as a loud laugh cut through the tension.

Harry clutched his stomach with one hand, waving another hysterically in the air. "Mr- Mr. Stark! I'm s-sorry!" He said in between giggles. "It's just, My friends always called me that and- and I hated it but then again kinda missed it." And before Tony knew what he was doing, he pulled Harry away from the ledge and engulfed him in a hug.

"Stark?" Harry squeaked, patting the man awkwardly on the back. Tony pulled away, blinking owlishly. "You needed it, Hare-bear. You should go home." Harry said nothing, just nodded and smiled. "Till next time, Tones."

And as soon as Harry left, Tony smiled.