A/N: Muahahaha! I've decided that whenever I update a story, I update the other. Aside from one-shots, I've pretty much abandoned my other stories aside from Tour and Three Avengers & Harry Potter as well as a potential new fic idea.

Disclaimer: I do not own Avengers or Harry Potter. J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter, while Stan Lee and Jack Kirby own Avengers.

Exchanging confused looks, Thor and Tony ignored the griping and grumbling of the rest of the team. While Steve and Bruce seemed relatively okay, Natasha and Clint were nursing their cuts and scrapes with a scowl on their face. Sweeping a cold expression over the rest of the team, Tony hovered a little higher and examined the damage that had been done to his tower. Tilting his head, he scoffed lightly and descended until he barely hovered over an intact part of the ceiling.

"Do you want to go after Reindeer Games and Crazy Twin, or stay here and help repair the city?" the black-haired man inquired glibly, the golden visor of his helmet shimmering into the sides of the piece of head-gear. Thor blinked down at him with in-comprehensive blue eyes, before he glanced down at the others.

"Do they not need any help?" The huge blonde man looked vaguely like a puppy as he glanced back at Tony.

Tony hesitated, before looking down at them and shrugging. "Nah."

"Let us go find the identicals!" Thor beamed at Tony, briefly dazzling the man before he snagged the Man of Iron's arm and dragged him off into the sky. The rest of the team was just staring after the two with bewildered and slightly hurt expressions.

"Who are you again?" Loki inquired of the other messy-haired individual, who was shoving a large burger in his mouth. Holding up a finger in the 'be patient and wait' gesture, Harry choked down his bite and gave the man an assessing gaze.

"Name's Harry. Though people like to call me Potter as well." He picked off a piece of pickle, looking at it with distaste before turning a curious look to the other man. "Who're you?" his garbled interpretation of the English language was muffled as he slurped down some of his chocolate shake from Wendy's.

"I am called Loki Odinson," the God of Mischief and Magic stared at Harry in distaste.

"Hey, my dad and his friends built a shrine to you in their fifth year!" The black-haired nut beamed, throwing a greasy fry in Loki's face. "You're also totally awesome."

Strangely enough, Loki appeared be immensely gratified by that admission.