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Tony Stark (iron_dad) wrote in momadness_log, @ 2021-09-17 20:01:00

Who: Tony Stark and Sabrina Sepllman
What: A return
When:. Saturday Morning
Where: Outside New Asgard (The Mortuary)
Status/Warnings:. Incomplete/CLOSED/Talk of violence, magic, and PTSD






It was a quiet morning in New Asgard, nothing out of the ordinary. There hadn’t been any significant blips in a while, and the portal seemed to remain stable for the most part. That was, until 7:36am when the mechanics began to go haywire and the readings went off the chart. It was big, whatever it was, but the portal in the room seemed to remain stable (at least visually).

Things over the small fishing village were another matter. Dark clouds had begun to form in the sky, faster than should be natural. And something else hung in the air. A feeling of static electricity and a distinct force that made one’s hair stand on end. Anyone with magical ability would immediately recognize it for what it iwas. Something powerful. Something otherworldly.

And then— a rumble. The sky opened up and dark clouds bellowed out, people in the village screamed and ran. Alarms were sounded. It lasted only a few moments, but then it was over. The readingers returned to normal. The sky began to clear. And there, on the outskirts of the village, something surprising had appeared. Not just a house. A plot of land, complete with a garden and trees. It sat in the field as if it had always been there. As if it was just unnoticed for centuries.

Inside the house was empty. Quiet, save for the creak of floorboards. The tingling magic that had invaded the atmosphere began to fade. A second later, the front door opened and out walked a man, slowly making his way down the wooden steps, squinting up to the sky then peering out over the village. His suit was missing, save for a gauntlet on his right arm. His clothes were different than what he’d left in. He looked exhausted, bruised, with his hair grown out as if he’d been gone months and not weeks.

Tony Stark stared, baffled at the little fishing town, then turned to look back up at the Mortuary, then back toward the town again.

“Well. Guess it worked,” he muttered under his breath.