A/N: Drabbles! A collection of one shots.

I really love the Avengers, but Pear Shaped pretty much hates me. Friggin' story.

Disclaimer: Still not mine.

Crossover: HP x Avengers

Steve and Tea Service

Steve noticed that Bruce was spending more and more time outside the tower, and at least twice a week he would leave early in the morning carrying a book and return late with a smile on his face and air or relaxation no one seemed to have, a peculiarity that stumped him. Finally, his curiosity got the better of him and he approached his team member.

"You've been relaxed a lot more often," he told Bruce who was about to go out the door with a book of crossword puzzles and sudokus. He blinked at the rather random comment and, to Steve's surprise, smiled at him.

"Yeah," he said. "I've been going to this place called Peaceful Times for the past few months for some coffee and quiet. I was headed there for the day, do you wish to go?" Steve would admit to being intrigued and shocked at the same time. Bruce was probably one of the most reticent members on the team. With his strange mix of wariness and fear, his emotions were often stuffed away so they could not overpower him and make him a danger to civilians as well as his teammates. In some ways, the actions irked him and made him thankful. A feeling that always meant guilt would follow. The man, right now, however, looked remarkably peaceful and almost welcoming.

"Sure," Steve said earning himself a smile.

"Great, you might want to get a book or something to do while we're there. It's a very quiet and peaceful shop." Bruce told him, nodding Steve fetched the newest historical novel in a series he'd been reading. Even though he himself was pretty much a souvenir of another time and place, he enjoyed reading how others overcame it and lived fulfilling lives. It gave him hope, albeit that the stories were only fiction.

The store was a lovely little hole in the wall. The building itself reminded him of the townhouse he'd grown up in, though the first floor had obviously been converted to a warm and inviting café. He wondered if perhaps the proprietor slept in an apartment above it and seeing the friendly neighborhood vibe suspected that thought was true.

"Harry," Bruce called out warmly when they entered, attracting the attention of a slim male with long black hair carefully pulled back out of his face. Large green eyes sparkled in welcome behind silver framed glasses.

"Why Bruce I didn't think you were coming when you weren't here on the dot at ten this morning," the shop owner, Harry, teased gently earning a flush and chuckle from the scientist. His warm eyes moved to Steve's and the super-soldier couldn't help but smile back at the frank and welcoming expression on the raven-haired male's face. "And who have you brought with you today?" He asked. Bruce smiled.

"This is my coworker and friend Steve Rogers, Steve this is Harry Potter, owner and barista of Peaceful Times." Bruce said as a way of introduction. The two politely shook hands and Steve followed them over to the bar where Harry took their order.

"Your usual, Bruce?" Harry asked. The man chuckled.

"Yes, your house coffee with a lunch sample platter." Bruce said. The barista wrote it down easily before turning to Steve who smiled a bit helplessly.

"What do you suggest?" He'd never been that fond of coffee, even the best brewed cup reminded him too much of the blackened bitter sludge he and his men had to drink back during the war, and the war was never something he wanted to remember. "Not coffee though," he said hastily when the barista opened his mouth. The man blinked and thought it over cocking his head to the side.

"Why don't I fix you a tea service?" He finally said. Steve stared at him blankly for a moment before nodding. The man smiled and after writing down their orders on his pad shooed them away.

"Go get comfortable," Harry said warmly. "I'll have everything out soon." Settling into an armchair across from Bruce Steve glanced at his fellow Avenger in silent question. Bruce merely smiled.

"You'll be fine. Harry's never wrong," Bruce assured him. They both sunk into the shop's comfortable chairs and Steve switched between watching as Bruce relaxed to a point he hadn't thought possible for the other man, and reading his book. After several minutes the silent clink of china startled him.

"Your tea," the barista said with a friendly smile. Steve's eye was drawn down and he was surprised to see a tea cup with a lid next to a teapot, a container with cream and another with sugar. A small silver platter was filled with a collection of petit fours. The little cakes were delicious looking and Steve barely got out a thank you before the slender male was moving away. Steve curiously picked up one and popped it into his mouth.

It melted and he moaned then turned a bright red. He saw Bruce give him a leveled stare before cracking into a grin. Harry returned and placed another tray next to Bruce.

"Thank you, Harry," Bruce said still grinning at the blushing Steve.

"Enjoy yourselves," Harry said warmly before leaving to return to the backroom. Steve savored the lingering taste of the petit four on his tongue before lifting the tea cup curiously. He carefully removed the lid and the perfume of the aromatic herbs in the tea hit him. Warm like the Christmas Holiday, the scent of star anise, cinnamon, and brown sugar perforated him. Tempted, he took a small spit and felt the warm liquid pool pleasantly on his tongue while the taste comforted him.

It was lovely.

Enjoying himself, he opened to the second chapter of his hardback and fell into the novel quite willingly. Alternating between sipping his tea, popping a petit four into his mouth and turning the page of his novel the morning crept by and it wasn't until mid-afternoon, and twenty pages until the end of his book, that he realized he and Bruce had been there for a little over six hours.

Astonishing.

Glancing up at his fellow Avenger he was surprised to see the relaxed and friend smile on Bruce's face. The man toasted him with his own delicate china cup, his fingers ink splattered and the Sudoku and crossword puzzle book largely completed on his lap.

"Welcome," Bruce said, the smile softening further into an expression that Steve was quickly hoping to see again, "To Peaceful Times."

Steve found he had to agree.

R&R please!