Minecraft x MCU Steve/Tony
Yes, you did read that right. Long story short, for those that are unfamiliar with Minecraft... well, first off, you should fix that, but second off... the male player-characterāsĀ ānameā is Steve. And then I was talking to a friend about the peak Crack Treated Seriously crossover possible, and well... this happened.
The premise is, essentially, that Steve is--of course--Steve, the player. He plays on a small Realm (server) with his friends, and being Too Precious For Words, sets out to make a Mushroom Island Villager Utopia centered around his primary base. Cue standard villager mechanics and practices for this project, with Tony as the ultra-valuable and Rare āMendingā Villager.
And then one day, a series of malicious command block shenanigans sends Steve straight into the game...
Or: A LitRPG with Minecraft and Stony and probably a bunch of terrible puns that Iāll likely never write but had way too much fun thinking about.
Itās been a little more than a year since Tony was taken by the Other.
In that time, an entire village has sprung up on the once-desolate island. Not that Tonyās been allowed to see it, of course, but all of the native villagers live in it. Natives, of course, all born of the two other villagers originally taken alongside Tony that are long-since deceased thanks to a Drowned infestation a few weeks after they were taken. Part of Tony still wishes heād been infected as well, because at least then thereād be more thanā¦ well, this.
At least heās fed regularly these days. Far better than early on, where he almost starved because the Other didnāt give him food or allow him any visitors. It was only when heād grown so ill that he was unable to make anything for the Other for several days that the Other relented and gave him a few dozen loaves of bread that lasted until the Other started allowing him visitors.
āHey Pete,ā Tony greeted the young cartographer thatād taken to visiting him nearly every day since discovering Tonyās existence.
āHey Mr. Stark!ā the kid enthused, āGuess what I brought you today?ā
āI imagine youāre going to show me sooner or later.ā
āWell, yeah. But Look! Harleyās mom--sheās a Farmer, remember? Well sheās been training with the Captain and he taught her how to make pumpkin pie and I asked her to make one for you and well, here!ā
He pulled out the aforementioned dessert and slid it across the empty space between the two wars of bars separating Tonyās cell from the outside world.
āHuh. Tell her thanks, kid. I havenāt had pie sinceā¦ well, itās been a very long time.ā Tony said. He had vague memories of Ana, his home villageās Farmer, sneaking him the treat a few times when he was just a child and Howard was too busy at the Blacksmithy to notice her spoiling his son, but heād long since forgotten the taste or even smell of the sweet.
He rarely thought about his childhood home these days; before even rumors of the Others from a Nomad had reached their village.
Before heād taken a profession and developed the magic that, in retrospect, had sealed his fate: the Mending enchantment. It was a secret heād long refused to pass onto any other Librarians that had sprung up in the generations since heād been taken, for fear that it would land them confined to a cell just as Tony himself was.
The other villagers were allowed to roam free, but not Tony. Never Tony. He wasnāt sure if it was all the escape attempts heād made, the perceived value of his magic, some combination of the two, or some inscrutable other reason, but Tony was the only villager the Other kept permanently imprisoned.
To the rest of the Village, the ones that called the Other āCaptainā and worshipped him as the deity guarding over His Chosen--their village--it was just part of the way things were.
It didnāt help that Tonyās appearance matched that of his homeland, rather than the adopted garb and appearance of the descendants of Pepper and Rhodey, this many generations out from their move.
Long ago, before the gene had entirely died out, itād prompted curious visits from children that looked like him rather than the ānormalā villager appearance. These days, most villagers found it more off-putting than anything, and the fact that he was imprisoned in the inner sanctum of their Lordās āKeepā didnāt help matters any.
Peter was the biggest exception, although he occasionally sent Harley or, on one notable occasion, Ned, in his stead if he got wrapped up in his cartographic magic.
The longest absence had been when the Other persuaded him to scry for a sunken Ocean Monument not long after his manifestation as the villageās first cartographer. Even that hadnāt lasted more than a week, the time itād taken for Peter to figure out the complex formulae spanning the gap between Clericism, Librarians, and more run-of-the-mill item enchantment.
Peter had apologized profusely when Tony hadnāt quite succeeded in hiding how much heād missed the bratās company.
Whatever conversation that might have developed from there was prevented by--speak of the Devil--the arrival of the Other.
Peter, despite being a bit more down-to-Earth than the rest of the village regarding the Captain-worship, still had the tendency to get a bit overwhelmed by the Otherās attention and quickly scurried away with a, āIāll be back later, Mr. Stark! Enjoy the pie!ā
Tony half-scowled half-smiled at the kidās back, the same old paranoia that led him to hoard food out of the Otherās reach rearing up in defense even though he knew the Other had never shown any sign of understanding their language.
The Other, dressed in enchanted armor and wings, according to Peter, allowed him to fly, entered his cell a few minutes later.
Tony expected this would be a standard exchange. The Other would give him the requisite power Emeralds, and Tony would in turn provide him with the corresponding quantity of single-use Mending-enchanted books. Tony would work until he either ran out of emeralds or, if the Other was particularly demanding, passed out from overuse of Librarian magic. In the latter case, the Other would either wait until he recovered enough to continue work--scanning his reservoirs periodically to check, or however exactly it was he could tell--or leave for a short time and then come back.
Once, the Other had made Tony craft more than two dozen of the enchantment before finally leaving him be, but generally his demands were both small and infrequent.
Today, as it turned out, was not a normal day.
Today was the day that Tonyās life turned upside-down once again.
