Meals at the Weasleys were always chaotic, in the best of ways. Despite the damage done to the Burrow during the war, Molly insisted upon holding Sunday dinner there, and every single one of her children better attend, on pain of death. Harry was flattered to be included in that number.
He apparated to the bottom of the drive, and ambled up the path. The closer he drew, the louder the clamour of the Weasley family got. Harry grinned. It was nice to be home. He slipped in the back door, and leaned against the wall, waiting to see who would notice him first.
Unsurprisingly, it was Ginny. She winked at him and blew him a kiss from where she was chopping potatoes, the only thing she could be trusted to do. Unlike her mother, Ginny couldn't cook to save her life.
An arm wrapped around his waist, and he spun to pull Luna into a hug.
"I see you've gained some nargles," she commented. Harry laughed, and was swarmed by the remaining members of the Weasley family as they noticed his arrival.
"It's been a while, mate!" Ron said, slapping him on the shoulder. Molly fussed over his weight, while Harry fended off Hermione's harried questions about work.
"A week," Harry replied dryly.
"Far too long!" Molly said. "Have you eaten anything at all since I last saw you?"
"Yeah, where have you been? Haven't seen you at work at all, and you're normally in and out all the time."
"I've been in America," Harry said.
Hermione turned to him with a gleam in her eyes. "New York, still? Found something of interest there, did you?"
Harry narrowed his eyes at her. "Working with SHIELD, of course."
"Hmm," Hermione said. Harry turned away from her accusing gaze and kissed Fleur's cheek in greeting.
"How's Victoire?"
"She is wonderful, of course, and not as much trouble as your Teddy, it seems."
Harry shook his head. "He's a menace."
He made his way to the entrance of the kitchen, but didn't dare take a step into Molly's domain without her permission.
"Congrats on wiping the floor with the Falcons," Harry called.
Ginny turned and saluted. "Course, what did you expect?"
"Still haven't found yourself a husband though, have you? Even Georgie's got Luna, and Charlie's finally settling down," Molly said.
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Whatever mum, I'm not even thirty yet."
"Uncle Harry!" Two screaming balls of unchecked energy and flailing limbs collided with his legs. Harry scooped up Rose and Hugo, Ron and Hermiones' four-year-old twins.
"What have we got here?" Harry asked, pretending to be surprised. "Who are you? I don't recognise you at all."
"It's Rose and Hugo!" Rose cried.
"Oh really! I have a niece and nephew called that. Have you seen them anywhere?"
Hugo prodded him on the cheek. "Don't be silly Uncle Harry, we know you know it's us."
Harry overexaggerated a sigh. "I suppose. You'll be after some presents then, won't you?"
"YES," they cried in unison.
Harry seated them at the table, and withdrew two Lego figurines, the Black Widow for Rose, and Iron Man for Hugo. As the children ripped into the boxes, the rest of the family took their places at Molly's bidding.
"You spoil them, you really do," Hermione said. Harry shrugged. There was never going to be a world in which he didn't spoil the children in his family.
The meal was delicious, as always, and when they were done Harry placed a hand over his stomach, wondering if he'd ever be able to walk again.
"More veggies, dear?" Molly asked, and Harry shook his head.
"No thanks."
His phone rang, and Harry winced. Every head in the room spun to face him. Harry scrambled to pull it out of his pocket, and silenced it quickly.
"Sorry, thought I'd turned it off."
He had definitely turned it off, but the caller ID had claimed to be Tony Stark, someone who's number he hadn't previously had in his phone book. The sod must have remotely accessed it.
"Is that your new fellytone?" Arthur asked.
"Hermione's invention," Harry said. She glared at him as the attention turned to her. He smirked back.
"I've been working on a way of integrating magic and technology," Hermione began. Harry tuned her spiel out, having heard it delivered many times to his employees. Instead, he turned to George, who'd been working with Hermione on her project.
"Wheezes coming along nicely?"
George smirked. "Very nicely. We've developed a whole new branch, actually, that I'd like you endorse."
Harry eyed him warily. "What is it?"
"Harry Potter sex dolls."
Harry spluttered, before he caught the mischievous glint in George's eye. "Bastard," he said fondly. "Go on then, what actually is it?"
"It's a Harry Potter costume. Wig, fake scar, glasses, replica joke wand, and an invisibility cloak that's more camouflage than true invisibility."
Harry groaned. "You are joking, right?"
George was grinning. "I'm damn serious."
"I hate you," Harry muttered. "People actually wanna buy this shit?"
George shrugged. "It'll sell whether or not we've got a photo of you on the front."
"Fine," he said. There was a reason he spent as little time in Wizarding Britain as he could possibly manage.
"Don't worry Harry, we all know that it's who's inside you that counts," Luna added cheerfully.
"Don't you mean 'what's inside me'," Harry asked warily, glad that no one but George had overheard Luna's slip of the tongue.
"I don't think so," Luna said.
George began cackling, and Harry flushed. He cursed George's hair green, and turned to the rest of the family.
"Dessert?" he said. He flicked his wand and dishes started stacking themselves. "I'll get dessert."
He disappeared into the kitchen, and took the time to check his phone. He had a missed call, and a text waiting for him.
TS: I don't think I ever gave you a tour of the tower.
He smiled, and typed a reply.
HP: I saw your bedroom.
TS: There's so much more to explore.
HP: That's a poor euphemism.
Harry's phone rang, and he quickly answered. He let himself out a side door into the garden.
"So, you coming over?" Tony asked, straight to the point.
Harry huffed a laugh. "In a bit. I'm currently a little busy."
"Are you… tied up?" Tony asked. Harry snorted, and walked toward the orchard, so he was further away from the Burrow, and anyone nosy enough to eavesdrop, which was his entire family, of course.
"Not yet, but I'm sure I can oblige."
"Oh, so he likes it kinky!" Tony crowed. Harry rolled his eyes, but he couldn't keep the grin off his face.
"How are you today, Tony?"
"Ah, busy, busy, as usual, nothing too exciting though, in fact, you might say I'm bored, all the more reason for you to visit really."
"Are you using me as an excuse to get out of work?" Harry accused.
"Perhaps… but it's a good excuse."
Harry laughed. He glanced back to the Burrow, and his entire family was pressed up against the windows. He could even see an extendable ear snaking its way toward him. He bit back a groan.
"I've got to go, but see you in a few hours, okay?"
"I look forward to it," Tony purred.
Harry hung up and put his phone away, swiping the ear up off the grass as he went.
"Not one single moment of privacy," he accused as he walked in.
"Oh, don't be like that, Harry dear," Molly said. "We're just interested in your life."
"Love life," Ron coughed, and Harry glared at him.
"Just work," Harry said.
"I don't think I've ever seen you smile like that at work," Bill said. Harry narrowed his eyes.
"Quiet, or I'll fire you."
"Freelance," Bill reminded him.
"A freelancer that nearly got stuck in a tomb last week," Harry said.
"Bill!" Molly cried. Harry smirked, and Bill shot him a look of dismay.
"I'm alright mum, Harry's just exaggerating."
"Stuck in tomb!" she cried.
"Oh, don't think you're getting away with that," Hermione said.
"Watch me," Harry replied. He flicked his wand and the apple crumble flew onto the table, dishes dancing into place, and a spoon hovering over the dessert, ready to serve. With an absent-minded gesture Molly began serving, continuing her tirade to Bill.
"Mmm," Ron groaned. "So good," he said around a mouthful of food.
"Ron, close your mouth!" Hermione berated. Harry grinned, and served himself some ice cream.
Escaping the Burrow after dinner was no mean feat, and some days Harry thought that if Molly could keep them all trapped within her wards, she would. Instead, she fussed over them as they each left, handling them leftovers that would last for days. Harry took his gratefully, and kissed her on the cheek.
"And I hope your young man is treating you right," she said as he pulled away. He gaped at her. "I wasn't born yesterday, you know."
Harry shook his head, trying not to grin. "See you next week, Molly."
He apparated into his hotel room in New York, and immediately slugged down a pain relief potion to get rid of the headache caused by long distance apparition.
He decided to walk to Tony's tower, fancying the fresh air. It wasn't far, and he enjoyed the hustle and bustle of the city, compared to his quiet childhood.
He was greeted by Tony in the foyer.
"Saw you coming over CCTV," Tony said. Harry blinked, and resolved to be very careful when apparating in New York.
They entered the same elevator as before, and the moment the doors closed Harry pulled Tony into a kiss.
"Mm!" Tony said
"Yes?" Harry asked, kissing along Tony's jaw.
"I am actually going to give you a tour of the tower," Tony said. Harry laughed, and pulled back.
"If you insist," he joked.
Tony kept up a steady stream of technobabble as they walked through various labs and workshops. Harry understood very little, but it was obvious that Tony was genius, pausing here and there to give advice, or add improvements. He was then led through rooms housing a gym, a swimming pool, a spa, and a floor full of shops for Stark Industries employees, before they reached Tony's personal quarters.
"I share this floor with the rest of the Avengers," Tony said. It was an open plan kitchen, dining and living room. It was tastefully decorated, with an excellent view of New York.
"Tony!" Steve strode into the room. He hesitated upon seeing Harry, but continued. "Fury says there's an issue with some robots in Manhattan."
"Aw shit," Tony muttered.
Moments later, Harry's phone rang. He glanced at it. "Duty actually calls," he joked.
Tony shrugged. "Mine too. Rain check?" He tugged Harry close, and brushed their lips together. "We never did get around to tying you up," he whispered, obviously not quietly enough judging by the strangled noise Steve made.
"Tuesday," Harry said. He nodded to Steve, who's ears had gone pink.
The elevator doors opened for him, and Harry answered his call.
"Director Potter speaking."
"Sir, it's Parker. There's some sort of muggle technology attacking the Woolworth Building!"