Authors Note:

Hey guys! So, I know I shouldn't be writing yet another story but I've been reading some Avengers and Harry Potter stories. The most of this story was inspired from AwesomeUltronLover's Betrayal. I got the idea of protective Jarvis and the Avengers betrayal.

WARNING:

This story contains child abuse, mentions of torture, Mpreg (possibly, still not comfortable writing it), and bashing towards a lot of people.

Disclaimer:

I don't own Harry Potter or the Avengers.

Most of the scenes in the story are adapted fromAwesomeUltronLover's Betrayal.

Depending on how this first chapter goes I'll continue writing it if not it will remain as a one-shot.

He didn't know where he went wrong. He thought the team was his family, yet they left him there to die. Tony Stark laid in the Avenger's Tower common room floor with open wounds thanks to his supposed comrades. Steve, Natasha, Clint, Sam... The betrayal
came unexpected, and to think he started the day with his son's smile. Yes, the genius, billionaire, playboy philanthropist (not so Playboy as of now) was a proud father of a four-year-old.

The day had started with a trip to the park after he dodges all of his avenging companions. He went to an apartment near the tower to wake up his beautiful little boy. This helped to keep his boy close and away from all viewing eyes, including the Avengers.
After a year he still couldn't believe all the things he has done to make the boy smile.

A year ago, he got a visit in his Malibu mansion from a horsed face woman with blonde hair and a walrus. They screeched about getting rid of the freak they had to call nephew. When Tony glanced at the couple, he saw a scrawny little boy trembling with
fear. They took a DNA test, by Tony's request, that proved the little boy was his. Once that happened, they pushed the boy to Tony's arm. In a few seconds, Tony's life took a turn for the better.

Now, after getting the boy ready for the day, the billionaire went to Central Park to see his son play around on the swings. Until, "Papa! Papa! Look at me," a kid yelled at the top of his lung. Tony smiled back catching the boy in mid air.

"Oh, my beautiful little boy." Tony picked him up. The man looked at the vibrant green in the boy's eyes filled with happiness. "Let's got back home Happy will be excited to see you."

It took him an hour to settle the boy to go back home before anyone could identify him. Giggling, the little boy grabbed Tony's hand and took him back to the small apartment. During their lunch, Tony received an emergency call from Steve warning him about
the mission. There the little boy just stared with sad eyes. "Do you have to go," the little boy asked. He pressed his chubby cheeks against the table melting Tony's heart.

"Yeah buddy," He replied. "But tell you what, tonight Happy will take you to the tower so we can have a secret sleepover."

"Really? Really?"

"Really, really," Tony smiled. "And, you get to see daddy bother Captain America." Immediately, the boy hugged his dad, jumping up and down in the chair.

Tony remembered all the happy moments he had from this morning while bleeding out. He was afraid; he couldn't leave his precious little boy all alone There were no words with the disappointment he felt. The billionaire knew after the accords the team
would never be the same, but he tried to solve the problem. He pulled every string he could to get them out of the most wanted list, and they walked free. Now, he was on the floor of his tower bleeding from the beating everyone gave him. "Jarvis,"
He croaked.

"Yes, sir."

"Call Bruce, I need him now," Tony said.

"Right away sir," Jarvis replied and took action instantly. He made the call his creator asked for and kept tabs on the traitors. Jarvis knew all of the things the traitor had been planning, and he was getting ready to act on protecting Tony and his child.
It amazed the Artificial Intelligence at how idiotic the other had acted towards his master, and what made it worse they had the gall to return to the tower. He denied the access immediately. "Jarvis, what is the meaning of this?" Steve said, but
there was no reply. "Jarvis!"

"I'm sorry, sir, but you have five seconds to leave the premises before I engage," Jarvis replied.

"Jarvis, what is going on?!"

"You will not set foot in any of Mr. Starks properties as long as I am able," The AI replied. "Traitors are not permitted as long as I am still running."

They all paled drastically; they always thought Stark was one of their weak links having no special training or inhuman abilities. Natasha had discussed ways to getting rid of the billionaire, but they didn't think their plan would have backed fired drastically.

Up in the tower, Bruce ran as fast as he could to see the damage Tony was facing. When he got to the room he couldn't believe the others could do this, especially Steve. "Bruce," Tony rasped.

"Don't talk Tony," Bruce said. "The less you do, the better."

"No, you don't understand..." He struggled. "Ha... He can't..."

"SHUT UP TONY!" Bruce yelled as he started to patch him up. "You have a bullet wound I need to fix!"

Immediately the doors to the common room opened and a small running patter was heard towards them. "Daddy! Daddy! Story time!" The toddler yelled excitedly until he faced his wounded father. "Daoddy!"

"What are you doing here," Tony murmured."You should be in our room."

The little kid cried for his injured daddy, while Bruce was still in shock Tony managed to hide a kid from everyone. "Bullet would is closed, Tony."

Tony ignored Bruce, "Buddy you need to go back to our room," Tony said. "You know we play hide and seek."

"Daddy," the child sobbed hugging his dad. Suddenly, Tony glowed and every wound disappeared. "I'm sorry daddy, I'm sorry!"

Tony sighed and hugged his son. He knew his state would cause his little boy to get flashbacks from his relatives. "It's okay, you are okay." Tony hushed. "Let's go to bed."

"Tony," Bruce interrupted. Tonny shook his head and continued his way to his room. Arriving, Tony shushed the boy as he tucked him into bed. The boy still looks too small and frail. It pained Tony how his son had to live, but with the new threat on his
head, he didn't know how to protect him. As the boy fell asleep, Tony would brush his bangs exposing the lighting scar on his forehead. Hell was coming soon and nothing could stop it. Both worlds would collide and they would be the in the middle of
the storm. "Good night, Harry James Potter."