The Iron Mandalorian

A/N: Hey Guys I hope you enjoy this Avengers/Star Wars crossover. Not really got much to say but that, hope you enjoy my brains crazy thoughts.

Chapter 1

Tony Stark, the 'former' Merchant of Death came into the true weight of his name as his parents died, forced to become the CEO of America's largest military contractor. From an early age he took on the mantle of his family name arming the world's largest military with weapons to raze their enemies to the ground, from machine guns to missiles he created enough weapons to wage war on half the world.

All that changed the day he was betrayed by one of his closest friends, tortured in an afghani cave and left for dead. The Tony Stark which left that cave was bathed in smoke and fire, his hands slick with the blood of a fallen friend. He arrived home to a world he no longer recognised and a people who didn't understand, a world which pined for the 'old' Stark who would turn a blind eye to the slaughter of innocents in the machine of war. They refused to acknowledge that Tony Stark had been left in the caves of Afghanistan, what came back was something else. As soon as he was fit enough he began to work, hours upon hours of toil and design bore an elegant suit of armour, born of his mother's inspiration, his father's weapons and his own need to atone.

As soon as he was ready, well probably before he was ready, he returned to the home of his friend and began his crusade, in the name of his friend and not wasting his life he destroyed the home of his former captors. The media which loved to crucify him for the slightest foible found another to slaughter him for. With time, research and the help of one of his last remaining friends he learnt the source of his imprisonment and attempted assassination. Despite trying to surpass the Merchant of Death moniker he donned it once more to defend his company and life, from Stane's greed. The ensuing press conference was incredibly liberating for the Stark, time he shook of the 'merchant of death' persona and redeemed the Stark name. He promised to do all he could to privatise world peace, declaring to protect innocent lives, lives which he admitted he had up till then counted as unfortunate casualties of war.

Looking back at the birth of Iron Man, it was far more as a result of his father than Tony liked to admit. His rebellion led to him closing the weapons division, he couldn't let the company, his father's company fold so he turned it to the premier energy supplier and defence corporation of America and despite growing up with a healthy loathing of Captain America he ended up becoming a 'superhero'.

No matter how he tried Tony couldn't escape the eyes of his dead father, the imagined judgemental stare when he created Ultron to the disapproving glare when Steve refused to sign the accords, whatever he imagined was always disapproval.

Then Siberia happened.

Tony Stark watched as a man he considered a friend turned his back on him for the sake of himself, Tony saw the Winter Soldier slaughter his parents and felt the stab to the heart as Steve lied about it. As he lay in the bunker succumbing to hypothermia he thought of all the stories his father told him of the great 'Steve Rogers', how he was a hero who saved the innocent and defeated the villains. Right there he had an epiphany, if the 'perfect Steve Rogers' the ideal hero could lie so heinously, why was he trying to be like that? Why did he continue to seek his dead father's approval by emulating his hero? It was time he channelled his Mother's stories to become a hero he would be proud to look up to, how better to do that than to give dear old dad the middle finger and throw away the hero worship of 'Captain America.'

Ever since the invasion of New York Tony had known a follow up would be coming, as Thor proclaimed, humans had shown they were technologically ready to be considered of interest to the surrounding universe. He'd tried to create Ultron to defend against the eventuality but that hadn't ended well, it was only luck that Vision had come from the fiasco and proven to be an ally.

Now with the Avengers shattered and his resolve broken Tony wanted nothing more than to stop fighting, leave it to the rest of the world to deal with. Tony allowed himself to think this for less than a minute before he dismissed it, he'd never be able to live with himself should he not have done all he could to stop a potential catastrophe.

A month later Tony was ready to start again, he'd spent at least a week holed up in his old family mansion and having spoken to Pepper he was ready to bring that heritage forwards. He began a building binge the like of which had not been seen since his initial formation of the iron man suit as soon as he returned to the Compound.

Stark's fiddling with a new suit was interrupted when a nondescript package found its way onto his workbench. Opening it he was met by a simple piece of card atop a smaller box, 'your mother left this to me to give to you when the time was right.' It was signed "Margaret 'Peggy' Carter"

More than a little confused Tony opened the box to find a... pendrive, not even a secure and weatherproof one. Cautiously he plugged in the drive and opened the first file.

"Hello Tony," it was his mother, he paused the video long enough to tell FRIDAY to lock down the workshop.

The Stark name though was only half of his genes the rest came from his mother, Maria Collins Carbonell was a woman of grace and elegance a former artist she was born of a family of soldiers. She had rebelled not unlike her son and chosen a life of calm, devoting her life to art as well as helping the victims of war. It was during one of her many fundraisers she'd caught the eye of Howard Stark, genius, billionaire and philanderer. Somehow, Tony never really got a straight answer when he asked, they became close and two years later they were married. Growing up Tony had been very close to his mother, he could clearly recall the many amazing tales she wove about the noble warriors, the Mandalorians. Whenever he could he demanded to hear the stories of the noble Mandalorians who fought off insurmountable odds to bring glory and honour to their house. Each time he asked where she got her stories he received the same cryptic smile, "oh here and there," she'd say.

Cautiously he told FRIDAY to play the video.

"If you are watching this then I'm dead, I hope I lived long enough to tell you this in person but the fact you're watching this means I never got the chance, for that I am sorry. There's no easy way of saying this, the tales I told you, of Jedi and Mandalorians, they are true."

'Well I already worked that out, even found your helmet,' thought Tony.

"My name before marrying your father was Mira Carbonell Wren-Bridger of clan Wren, House Vizsla, I came to earth to seek help but crashed and without a functioning ship or communications I have been stuck here. Your father for all his faults took a difficult path in protecting me and masking my origins. Never doubt your father loves you in his own way, he was a very different man before you came along, he became focussed on what legacy he could leave to you at the expense of spending time with you. I loved your father and with his help we aimed to bring the earth's technology to that of the rest of the galaxies. With my death I hope you will continue our mission with Howard, or in our stead if he has joined me in the force. On this drive is the whereabouts of my ship along with all the details for the technology of my world, at least those I managed to bring with me. The drive also contains some of my memories of growing up with my parents, I hope that you appreciate these for the symbol of love they are, proof that your family stretches across the stars and if you need us we will always be there for you."

Sitting back in his chair Tony took a deep shaking breath, "FRIDAY girl, you listening?"

"Sure thing Boss."

"Can you find the ship, get it back here in one piece and keep it on the down low."

"Yes Boss, according to the coordinates the ship crashed around a relatively undiscovered region of the Rockies."

"So what you're saying is it'll be very hard to get to it subtly."

"Indeed it could take up to a month to collect it and bring back to the compound."

"Ok that's just long enough for me to input new designs to cover it up, make it look like a recent creation for the Avengers. I'll also get to building an extension that's bug free to house the new stuff."

"Yes Boss I'll organise the recovery crew immediately."