Why, yes. I have returned. From boot camp. So as a reward for all my lovely reviewers, subscribers, ect., I have this:

CHAPTER 1

Disclaimer: If you think the United States Navy gave me the Avengers or Harry Potter as a sign-on bonus, you are out of your damn mind

The ride back to the Avenger's Tower was a tense one, of that Steve could be certain. He could feel the tension surrounding the passengers in the limo. He was extremely jealous of Natasha and Clint, who got to stay at SHIELD headquarters for missions of their own.

The fact that the two newcomers seemed impervious to the tension really didn't help any.

~flashback~

"That's classified."

The room of heros looked at the two Brits in shock.

"How are they expecting us to work with these people?" Tony cried before turning his pouting face towards Steve. "Make them talk, dammit!"

"Hate to agree with him," said Bruce, who had managed to stay out of it thus far, "but he has a point. We know nothing about you other than they say we have to work with you. How does that even work?"

"We agree with you completely," said Draco. "But we have our orders. Moreover, it's not like we know anything about you people, either. We were quite literally just told we were to come here."

"But you know what our powers and skills are," Natasha threw in.

"Not really. We don't hear much about the…. 'outside' world," Harry stated. "However, our powers could cause a national, no, global, incident, if word were to get out to the wrong people. And while we most likely will grow to trust you, we can't rely on you just yet."

"However," started Draco, holding his hand up to stay off the comments that was about to start. He could see the mouths start to open for that very reason. "We were told that once we do trust you, we can, and will, tell you all that you need to know."

"Unless an incident occurs requiring our powers first," Harry threw in.

The Avengers just looked at them rather blankly, knowing that there was really nothing they could do to remedy the situation that they were in.

After staring blankly at eachother for quite a few moments, it was, of course, Thor, to break the silence.

"Come, friends! Let us take our new comrades to our place of living!" He was fairly glowing with happiness, but wasn't he always?

~end flashback~

And that was how Captain America, Thor, god of thunder, Iron Man, the Incredible Hulk, and Pepper Potts, who had come to pick them up, wound up in a car with Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy.

~one incredibly awkward car ride later~

"Welcome to your new home," said Stark sarcastically. He had spent the majority of the car ride trying to dig up dirt on the newest members, and failing that, had faded to a pouting ball of angst. Pepper had snapped pictures on her phone. She was not planning on letting her employer live this down any time soon. She needed a new dress anyway.

"Pepper, find two rooms for Fish and Chips here."

"Right away. JARVIS, could you-" the ginger started to say.

"That won't be necessary," Harry cut in. "The two rooms I mean."

"What do you mean by that? You arent sleeping on the couch if that's what you're implying-"

"No, no. not at all."

That's when the remaining Avengers noticed the Harry and Draco's joined hands.

Harry held them up, no shame in his eyes, in fact there was a glimmer of a challenge, daring any of them to say anything negative about the pair. "Is there a problem?"

"N-no, not at all," said Pepper as soon as she regained her wits. "One room it is. JARVIS, is there an available room on the third floor?"

"Yes, Ms Potts," the robo-butler replyed. "the Gray Suite is available for human occupation."

"Very good." Pepper pulled her PDA out, q-ing up the map of the building. It was that big of a space.

If the two new-comers were startled at the sudden voice, they showed no sign, which was odd in and of itself, because Steve had ducked under a table, Bruce had a mini heart attack and almost Hulked out, Natasha and Clint drew weapons immediately and Thor had demanded a challenge when they had respectively 'met' JARVIS the first time. Maybe their society was more high-tech than they had anticipated, Steve mused.

Meanwhile, said couple was under the scrutiny of a billionare.

"Never would have called that one," said the afore mentioned billionare. "Tell me, is that normal in your society, or are you just weird?"

"Tony! Quit it!"

"Oh, come on, Cap! You aren't weirded out? You're 40's sensabilities not kicking in or anything?"

"No. Now leave them alone," said the blonde Captain.

"Thor?" asked Tony, turning to the god.

"Love is a wonderful thing, Man of Iron, and it is highly celebrated in any form," the thunderer said firmly, his happy glow morphing into one of disapproval. "Even my own brother has birthed children."

Wilting somewhat, Tony spun on his heel dramatically and stalked off, muttering about needing a drink.

Throughout this exchange, Harry and Draco had remained quiet, but the chilling aura that had started gathering around the bigger brunet when Tony had first started speaking had grown more palpable. It was somewhat startling to the Captain, who had seen nothing from the man but a relaxed, goofy nature. The switch was not at all expected.

"Sorry about him," said Bruce. "He's not actually like that, but not knowing things makes him stressed and snipey."

"It's fine," replyed Draco, his pale hand still clasped in Harry's larger tan one. "It's not something we aren't exactly used to, but we were hoping for something different this time." Squeezing the other's hand, the doctor could see him start to relax some. "Thank you for standing up to your friend like that, however."

"It's no problem. Tony needs a good kick in the pants every now and then," said Bruce. "Actually it's more of a daily basis thing, but whatever."

The doctor's comment got him a few wane grins, which was enough to dispell most of the awkward tension that had followed them from the car, up the elevator (that had been fun. JARVIS had discovered elevator music and had been playing it incescently, no matter what Tony threatened) and into the main living room.

"Come on, you two," Pepper said, smiling. "I'll show you to your room. It's actually on the same floor as Thor. See you later, Bruce," she said as he turned to go to his own room for the day. "Follow me."

The personal assistant/CEO led them, with help from her PDA and JARVIS, as well as Thor, who was tagging along with Steve, to the couple's new room.

"So while it's called the Gray Suite, it's not really gray, or a suite," the woman chattered on. The party just followed dutifully, keeping silent, until Steve made an odd observation.

"Do you two not have any luggage?"

The blond and brunet pair started slightly, but turned towards the man all the same.

"Uhm… Don't worry about it. We're getting it all shipped to us," Harry said nervously, stroking Draco's left arm, which he had hooked into his like a proper gentleman at the start of the tour.

"Oh. Ok," said Steve, not sure why the two looked so jumpy about it all of a sudden, but chalked it up to being British. Peggy was like that too sometimes for things that seemed incredibly inconsequential to him, so he just let it go.

"Here we are!" boomed Thor, gesturing to a door. The man had his happy glow back up and running, much to their collective relief. It was odd to see him without it.

"Thank you for showing us the way," said Harry. "But if you don't mind, can the full tour wait until tommorrow? We're rather tired."

"Oh! I forgot about jet lag," Pepper said, shocked she had managed to forget that. "Tony goes so many places, he doesn't get it anymore. I forgot normal people do!"

"Uhm, right. That. Jet stall," said Draco, tripping slightly over the words, as though he'd never said them before in his life. Did they call it something else in England?

"Well, we shall see you in the morrow, Grim and Pheonix," the ever cheerful god proclaimed, proud he had remembered their alternative names.

"Good night," said Pepper, turning to leave.

"If you need any help, Thor is right down the hall," Steve added, turning to depart as well.

"Good night," the two said, opening the door to their room, Harry ushering the shorter blond man into the room.

It was then that Tony decided to make himself known, as only Tony Stark could.

"Mr. Stark wishes me to remind you to, and I quote, 'keep the noises from your hot, gay sex down so the non-secret keepers can get some shut eye,'" JARVIS said from above.

Steve could do nothing but cover his eyes in shame. Why did life hate him?

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~Death-Chan