Steve looked up exasperated as Tony and Pepper once again argued, about Tony's work ethic. Tony was currently standing in the kitchen practically covered in grease and even what looked to be soot and small burns. His eyes were blood shot from little to no sleep as well as the copious amount of Scotch that he had consumed as well. An lets not even mention the insane amounts of caffeine and coffee. Tony was currently babbling about how he had a project he was close to finishing or some such tale. Pepper however was nobodies fool. Everyone in the tower knew how Tony suffered from his near death experience in the worm hole. He refused to speak of it, however the night terrors and screams from his room as he woke told their own story.

The kitchen which was decked out in all new stainless steel appliances and granite countertops, opened out to the living room slash library. When Banner and Steve had moved in Tony had added floor to ceiling bookshelves that held a plethora of different genres. From history to quantum mechanics, you wanted to learn it they had it.

Bruce was ignoring them as usual and reading a book on rare medicinal herbs. Steve was looking at the History books that concerned the Korean war trying to find something to drown out the lovers spat. Natasha and Clint where currently gone on some top secret mission for SHEILD. Thor was currently eating through his fifth box of pop tarts. His fascination with the sugary breakfast pastry still a riddle to the other Avengers. It all came to an abrupt halt however as JARVIS suddenly announced, "Sir there is a person headed for the tower they seem to be in some sort of free fall." Everyone's heads snapped towards the balconies immediately Banner moved away from the others in case the other guy took over. Thor finally stopped eating and stood his hand falling to the handle of Mjolhner. Tony stepped in front of Pepper as he automatically summoned his suit. Steve crouched into a defensive pose ready to spring into action his eyes narrowed. They were just in time to watch as someone crashed through the window.

Steve immediately leapt forward his fists flying forward only to twist to the side as he noticed the person was unconscious. He waited several minutes before approaching what he now realized was a young male. As he got in a clear view of the male's face in sucked in a shocked breath. At his inhalation the others tensed as he reached down slowly. "He's just a kid." Steve said quietly as he picked him up carefully. The others relaxed marginally as Bruce frowned in concern and Peppers head popped up over Tony's shoulder.

Steve gingerly stepped around the shattered glass, wincing as it crunched under his booted feet. Once they were clear Steve carefully set the kid down on the nearest couch. He stepped back as the others gathered around so they could finally see who it was. No one was more shocked than Steve himself at what the others saw now to be a young teen.

His hair was was black and messy an long as if in need of a bad cut. His clothes were faded and torn,ripped jeans, and what was once a red t-shirt at least Steve thinks it was red. It was so covered in dirt and dried blood it was hard to tell. On his feet were battered scuffed trainers that were also once white by the looks of it. On his face rested a pair of round black-rimmed glasses, the lenses were scratched and cracked. Steve wondered how he could see at all through them. Clutched in his hand was a small over the shoulder bag similar to one a laptop might be carried in. Around his neck was a thin silver chain on which a small pouch was hung seeming to be made of mole skin.

Taking a quick glance around at the others he noticed they were all still tensed not knowing what to expect. However it was Tony that spoke first as they all got a good look at their guest. "Where the hell did he come from?!" Instead of waiting for an answer Stark redirected his question to JARVIS. "Jarvis! Where did he come from?"

"That is unknown sir. From my scans it seems as if he was flung through some sort of portal." JARVIS replied Banner stepped forward next, "Well what ever happened it looks like he's been in a fight recently."

Stark snorted, "Yeah with my window." Banner glared at Tony over his shoulder while Steve looked carefully at the kid. Banner was right, not counting the cuts from the balcony window the boys body was littered with lacerations and scrapes. Steve could even see what looked to be a hand print around the kids throat.

"Let's get him to the infirmary and get him cleaned up." Steve said as he bent down and picked him up carefully. However he frowned as he realized how light the boy was. It seemed that he was not only injured but malnourished as well.

Banner headed off in the direction of the infirmary with Steve close behind. As Steve walked he examined the kids face carefully, he was perhaps 17 or so. On his forehead was an odd lighting bolt shaped scar. Suddenly the boys eyes snapped open showing shocking emerald green eyes. His eyes shone with terror and confusion, "Relax kid your safe here. Once we get you fixed up you can tell us your story." Steve said calmly watching as the boy relaxed slowly the terror slowly leaving him. A hoarse voice suddenly croaked, "Who're you?" Steve looked down at the question and smiled softly, "Name's Steve Rogers. You?" The boy seemed confused for a minute before responding, "Harry." The short conversation seemed to wear him out for he once again went limp in Steve's arms.

Banner turned toward him as he laid Harry on one of the beds in the infirmary. "Did he regain conciseness at all?" Steve nodded, "Just long enough to tell me his name and realize he was safe before he passed out again." Banner nodded distracted as he tossed him a damp rag.

"Start cleaning him off as best as you can so we can treat his wounds without risk of an infection." Steve nodded turning back to Harry. He looked at the sad remains of his t-shirt before easily tearing the fragile fabric. He winced slightly at what he revealed. Even if he wasn't a seasoned solider he knew that the wounds he was staring at could only come from either a harsh,battle or torture. Neither one was something he wished on a anybody let alone a teen. Harry's chest was covered in cuts and slashes as well as a few small burns.

"Where ever he came form this kid has been through hell." Steve said as he began to gently but thoroughly wash away the dirt and grime from the kids wounds.

Bruce nodded as cleaned around a gash on Harry's leg. "Yes he has. If I didn't know better i'd say he was tortured rather than been in a fight."

Steve nodded but frowned as he examined some of the bruising that covered Harry's body in a rich array of blues purples and blacks. "Normally I'd agree with you except for the way he arrived and the bruising around his neck."

Bruce hummed thoughtfully as Steve continued, "I doubt he would have flung himself through the portal like that. I believe that he was quite possibly thrown through it."

"We won't know for sure until he wakes up." Bruce said as he finished tying off a bandage. Steve nodded as he began throwing out the used clothes and bandages while Bruce put away the rest of the medical supplies.

As Bruce turned an began to walk out he paused as he saw Steve grab a chair and set next to Harry's bed. At his unasked question Steve said, "I'm going to stay here so he doesn't panic when he wakes up." Bruce nodded "I'll have someone bring you some food later." Steve nodded before sitting down and staring at Harry wondering to himself. If Harry hadn't been forced through that portal what would make someone so desperate to go through it voluntarily?

Hey guys i'm rewriting this, wasn't too happy with how the story was going please let me know what you think i hope to have the second chapter up soon! R&R