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I didn't kidnap you. [Sighs and runs a hand through his hair.]

What do you remember? ... How old are you anyway?

Well, you don't really look like the type.

Jarvis put me to bed, after visiting Dad at work with Mom.

Five and 6 months old.

[Stares and sighs quietly.]

I see... My name's Bruce by the way. Do you think you can trust me enough to go see someone who might be able to help you?

[He regards Bruce for a moment]

I think I can do that. So if I'm not kidnapped, where am I? And why am I wearing this shirt? I was wearing pyjamas.

I'm hoping it's just a prank by one of the other students- oh, we're at Hogwarts by the way, just so you know.

[Gets out of bed and notices Tony's PJ bottoms, shaking his head and getting his wand.]

First though, we need to find something for you to wear... I think my friend won't mind us using his stuff. [Rifles through Tony's drawers and gets an AC/DC t-shirt and jeans out. On after-thought, gets one of Tony's clean underpants out as well.]

Here, put these on and I'll shrink them down for you.

Hogwarts? I've heard that before.

[He sits at the edge of the bed, and watches him.]

You want me to wear a strangers clothes? Little hobo isn't it?

It's a wizarding school in England. We don't have any nearby clothing shops so you'll have to hobo it out.

He scrunches up his face a little, because as yet, all he knows is the spoilt life.

"Is it dry cleaned?"

He doesn't really know what dry cleaning is. He just know that his clothes are.

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[Can somehow tell that little Tony won't have a clue what dry cleaning is, he resists the urge to roll his eyes.]

Yes, it is. [The house elves are better at cleaning than ye olde dry cleaners.]

[Tony just seems to accept this without further questioning and just slips off the bed, and pads quietly over, the shirt easily reaching past his knees. Taking the clothes he just took the other shirt off. With a moderate amount of hassle then awkwardly pulls everything on. Then he whines:]

It's all too big.

They're clothes for a guy more than double your age.

[Adjusts clothes on Tony's body before leaning back and getting his wand.]

Don't move, okay?

[Carefully casts shrinking spells on the clothes, letting them shrink to the younger Tony's size properly.]

How's that?

[He stays still until everything stops creeping up on him.]

Like I'm wearing someone else's underwear. But it's comfortable.

You know. For someone who woke up with a kid he's never met before in his bed, you're really calm about it.

[Glances over Tony and makes sure the clothes are fitting properly.]

I've had weirder happen to me. [Finds Tony's shoes and socks and shrinks them down to fit baby Tony's feet.]

Not too tight?

Really? Like what?

[He sits down and puts the shoes and socks on, clearly he's a big boy because he has no trouble tying his shoes. Then shakes his head.]

Just right. And, also. There's no point calling or owling my parents, you have to call Jarvis.

[Strips off his own pyjamas and gets some jeans and a t-shirt on before pulling on a sweater.]

Hmm... It's kind of cold...

[Gets one of his other sweaters and shrinks it to Tony's size.]

By the way, are you hungry?

[Tony watches him change idly, then just stares at the sweater, then looks back up Bruce.]

Food sounds good. Is there a Burger King near by?

We're in the middle of the countryside kid, no Burger Kings or McDonalds anywhere. That being said, we get some pretty good chipolatas and pancakes at breakfast. Come on, put this on.

[Holds out the sweater to Tony.]

Really? Wow, that's just boring.

[Tony walks past him, just ignoring the sweater and heads to the door.]

Can I have Ice cream with my pancakes? Because that would be great.

[He opens the door then looks back at Bruce expectantly.]

Waiting on you.

Doubtful - the school tries to give us a healthy diet. [Drily, crossing arms and still holding the sweater.] And we're not going until you put the sweater on.

Pancakes and ice cream are healthy. That's bread and milk. When you think about it.

[His shoulders sag and he pouts a little.]

But I don't need it. I'm not cold.

[Tries the cute five year old angle.]

Yeah, and a whole lot of sugar. [Chuckles.] But I'm pretty sure there'll be pancakes and syrup. Oh, and bacon.

[Nope, that cute five year old angle ain't gonna cut it.]

Come on, I don't want you getting pneumonia or something like that. [Holds sweater out.]

Oh! I really like bacon. Well if I have to compromise, bacon and pancakes are it.

[He huffs at him.]

But I don't get sick. It's against the constitution for me to get sick.

[He whines s little. as he makes an attempt to shuffle out the door.]

You're not in America, Tony, the same rules don't apply here. [Comes up close and pushes sweater down on his head.]

Come on, the sooner you have that on the sooner we can be done with Miss Maryam or whoever's available and then get breakfast.

Of course they d-Hey! st-hmmrph!!

[Cue the 5 year old trying to escape the evils of sweater confinement. Wiggling about and trying to squat down to get away from Bruce. He too busy sounding indignant and betrayed to reply to anything else said.]

[Unfortunately for Tony, Bruce is used to dealing with all manner of wriggling brats, like the usual Tony, so he just soldiers on until he's got the sweater on the kid properly.]