Sooooooo, people this is the long awaited crossover part. I finally developed the Keeper part of the story enough so now I can work on the Avengers part. It started last chapter, but now the we get to the good stuff. Also I am summer break so I will be able to do more frequent updates, if I get reads. I try to do updates every 50 reads, so I will update around 310 reads. Hope you enjoy my story. 

Tony Stark POV

That kid in the part was weird, and I know weird. First of all, what kind of name is Keefe? Second of all the way he spoke English was weird. He did not think about the word he was trying to say when he said it, but he did not ever understand the words I was using. When he spoke it was like it was instinctive, like the pronunciation was just popping to mind in that second. So, either, he had a very strict English teacher, studied hard, or had some sort of enhanced memory.

 Third of all, he was really handsome.(A/N Dont take this the wrong way people it's just a human reacting to an elves good looks) His hair was styled to perfection, not a flaw in it, though it was made to look messy, and flawed. Unlike most teenagers(I'm just assuming that that weird boy is a teenager), his face isn't covered in acne. And the weirdest part of this weird subsection of the kid, is his shockingly blue eyes. And don't get me started on his friend that came over. Was that kid trying to be like an anime character or a goth. Make up your mind mystery kid. But back to explaining all  the weird things about the original weirdo. They were so blue I first thought them to be contacts. But the  emotions that his eyes portrayed made them so much more- I don't know how to explain it- human. They portrayed loyalty, distrust, and hurt. But what he was using as kind of a metaphoric contact lens, was mischievous, and a trouble maker. That in the kid  reminded him of me. That was weird, why he should be hurting so, when, my job as a superhero was to save people from hurt. To make myself feel good about myself again I just tried to convince my mind  that he was just hurting about some girl or something- nothing major.

But the weirdest part of all-the thing that blew all of these out of the water- was the fact that he didn't know who I was. How do you not know who Tony Stark is?! I even dropped the I am Iron Man, and part of the Avengers who saved New York hints but he was just as clueless as before. I mean pair the name with the English speaking skills, it was obvious that he came from out of town.  But still how does he not know me. 

But I wanted to know about the weird kid who didn't know me. And judging by the contact lens look in his eyes I knew what to talk about. So I turned the conversation to another one of my favorite topics-pranking- done by me of course(Steve's, and Clint's pranks especially suck). I was in middle of explaining a simple prank to the kid when his goth kid popped out of the shadows. I made eye contact with him and saw annoyance(which much like the other weird kid was a contact lens of sort), but also an undying loyalty deep down, with another sense of hurt. Geez, these kids are killing how good I feel about my success as a hero. I let the original weirdo go, with the goth kid. 

Walking away from that selection of weird, I thought about the two pranks I pulled today, one on Steve(my favorite target) and the one I had been most eager to pull. I just had to get out of the tower to pull it. You see, Clint has bows stashed everywhere around the tower, always within arms reach of one. So unless I wanted to be shot with an arrow, I had to get him away from his crazy stashes. The park seemed like a good idea, lots of people to blend in with to make the getaway easier. And more people to watch Clint get covered in a glitter bomb. I thoroughly enjoyed that. It gets boring just pranking Steve after a while, and I don't want to set him off too much. That would be bad, so I have to spread the wealth of humiliation I have in my hands.

I continue my walk back to the tower, avoiding the attention of crazed fans, and crazed reporters trying to get my view on who knows what. It was surprisingly calming, I get why Capiscle  gets out and runs every morning. A little bit of pollution to start out your day in your lungs. 

When I reach my tower, I stare at it in awe. So beautiful. How could someone say this looks like a llama? Llamas are dirty farm creatures(A/N no offense to Llamas), this is a magnificent display of architecture. Walking into the lobby, greeting the receptionist, I walk straight to the elevator, telling JARVIS to take me to the Avengers floor.

When I reach there though, I receive an unexpected surprise.

Okay that was a bit short, but it does what I need it to do for the plot. But fair warning guys I am going to change the title. But I don't know what to change it to. Here the choices(vote in the comments)

1. Two different worlds of heroes 

2. Two different worlds

3. Two different types of heroes

I am leaning towards choice one but I want some input from readers. Also I am dedicating a chapter to everyone one of my followers, just because I think that its amazing of them that they followed me! Thanks for reading!

 Til, next time!