A/N:

Fixed Chapter 1 some, though after I finish this story I might go through the whole thing and tweak it. I feel kinda weird that I have the chapter for after the huge gigantic alien versus earth battle already written but don't even have Harry meeting all of the characters yet. Heck, I had it written even before getting too far along in this chapter! Weird right?

Also! A reminder, this story is AU, because there's Harry. My apologies if this offends anybody. I try to work in the major scenes, but I play with them since we have more... Factors. It's not that the movie wasn't amazing, it's just I wanted to write this crossover because there were so many amazing fanfictions using these two genres.

For the Reviewers: I love most of you. To those I do. HUGGGG! To those I don't, well, you can guess who you are.

Flip Milner: No, I have nothing against redheads, but I kinda operate under the agreement that it's weird that Harry married someone who looked like his mother. Plus I'm keeping him single, til the later chapters. He's a single dad, with a wicked sense of humor and kick ass attitude. Plus a heart of gold.

To two Guests I'm rather insulted by:

I won't go into the rant I originally had, the people who actually want to read this don't deserve to see such anger, so I'm simply going to respond like the rational person I pride myself on being most of the time.

1)Harry's personality: In most of my stories, if not all, Harry's personality is different than what JK Rowling portrayed him as. The reason to this is simple, this isn't the next installment in JK Rowling's Harry Potter. This is me borrowing a much beloved character and shaping a new world for him. Some times his past is the same all but before the epilogue in volume seven. Other times I change it up before he even starts school. It's nothing against JK Rowling, I'm just putting my own, FREE spin on things.

2)Harry's height: I will openly say I haven't read or seen Harry's movies in a while. That doesn't mean I'm not a fan or researching his character, or any of the other characters in my stories. It just means that to those of you who can quote the book by opening it or actually remembering it, that there will be at times slight differences. Personally, I based Harry's height on my own opinion that he's average height because of his childhood, how tall the actor playing Harry in his movies were, and the fact he's a seeker and what I personally consider a seeker's body to be. Slightly smaller than normal. In other words, slim, maybe average height, which is about 5'6" to 5'8" I believe for men in Britain, and muscular. If you looked up the heights for all of the other characters, either based on their actors or the comics you'll find all of them, except for Pepper, are taller than Harry is. The reason I was so specific that it's 5'6" is because I read that Daniel Radcliffe is 5'6".

3)Harry's Prematurely What?: I was startled by your comment of Harry prematurely aging. I never said anywhere that he was. I said his hair was colored by all the things he's seen. He's an Unspeakable, and it is known that people's hair may have premature coloring if they live under excessive amounts of stress. I chose to show this, because I plan on numerous things revolving around Harry's chosen career later on. Sorry if it sounded like he was looking older, he's not. He's just got different hair and several interesting scars.

4)Loki's SHIELD File: This is an artistic liberty. As an author I have a penchant of Harry being strong willed and sympathizing. As a fan of fanfiction authors of Harry Potter, I find I prefer Harry to have the same high emotions, but a much more cunning and politically intelligent attitude. The main purpose to this 'Loki File' is to help Harry learn about what SHIELD thinks about Loki, while forming his own opinions. If you remember that whole section was build up for the Bruce-Harry Bonding moment. I plan on Harry having multiple moments like that for purposes I cannot tell you of yet. The fact of the matter is, I am the author, and I'm not the perfect human either. If JK Rowling was perfect, and if all of Stan Lee's author's were perfect we wouldn't have slight inconsistencies we as readers notice. I just ask of you that you give me the same respect and allowances as they receive. Thank you.

I hope this clarified it up for you, and next time if you do have an account, I would like you to use it so I can explain it to you via PM in case you have more questions.

To my other reviewers: Thank you, your kind words always spur me on and motivate me. The reactions I got from many of you is what allowed so many chapters of this story to be written so quickly. I don't know if I had so many because of the story, the question I posed at the end of the first chapter, or if it's because of the crossover I've chosen, however I consider myself blessed and thank you once more for it. Please continue to read and follow me along my wild ride, I can only say I look forward to many more chapters with you and the characters.

Dedications: To all the readers who commented constructively, especially you Ivy Raven, thanks and I hope you all help me become even better.

Disclaimer: As much as I love a man in tights and who's a badass, sadly I don't have or own one. This property isn't mine, but I do love visiting and playing with it. Thanks to JK Rowling and Stan Lee for having such amazing characters to work with.

Pear Shaped

Definition: something that's gone wrong, become a disaster

Chapter 3: Magic and Technology Don't Work Together

Harry was fairly certain that the thing, whatever the hell it was, that they had landed on was ridiculously large, expensive, and technological. All things he could handle in small, separate doses. In one swallow however? Not particularly easy or enjoyable. He particularly hated being stuck in anything, anywhere. Probably a psychological thing from when he was forced to sleep under the stairs as a little boy and being held hostage a few times as a teenager and an Unspeakable. Staring at the behemoth Harry fought the urge to transform into his Animagus shape and get the bloody hell off.

"I don't think I'm going to enjoy being on this," he groused next to Bruce who glanced at him surprise.

"Why is that?" Bruce asked as they got out of the jet.

"Magic and Muggle technology... They aren't particularly compatible. Magic isn't straightforward, I'll admit it. But it deals with the natural, and only the natural. Unlike technology. While you can have a sandwich be charmed from one place to another, you can't just create a brand new food fixing." Harry said.

"Conservation of mass and energy," Bruce murmured and Harry nodded looking slightly relieved. "You weren't that bothered on the jet." He commented, and Harry shifted uneasily.

"Bruce we were on that plane for six hours together, and I've been up for about eighteen hours non-stop, the only reason I didn't sleep on it is because my magic is jittery as someone connected to a live wire. The sheer amount of technology is... Difficult to be around. While ordinary wizards are capable of handling basic things like phones and toasters... I have a have a good reason to avoid it."

"Why avoid it?" Bruce asked curiously.

"The first time I used a mobile phone it exploded in my hand." Harry said flatly.

"Wow," he said, his eyebrow shooting up, "why did it do that?"

"One of my closest friends, a Muggleborn, a witch born to Muggles, researched it. Apparently my magic doesn't like, what are they called, motherboards? It objects to me using it and keeps me on edge when I'm around it."

"So anything with a motherboard explodes around you?" Bruce asked wide eyed.

"No, only if I'm actively using it. My magic... I guess the best way you can say it, acts like the technology is a foreign intruder and forcefully removes and destroys it. Otherwise I wouldn't have been able to get on the jet. I can use Muggle machinery that, hopefully, isn't too advanced, but ask me to use a computer..."

"Will you be alright aboard the ship?" Bruce said growing worried for the nice younger man.

"Hopefully, I might have to request a room with little to no man-made substances. I can handle metal and some fibers, but if they place me with a lot of plastic, some of it might start melting." Harry admitted.

"So this only happens to you?" Bruce asked, a mixture of fascination and horror.

"It's a bit more common for exceedingly powerful wizards and witches. Like I said normal wizards and witches are able to use them. That is, unless they're in a magically saturated area like a school of magic or marketplace. It's believed that such areas suck out the power in them from its source in those items to add to the ambient magic already imbedded in the ground or buildings. It's really confusing." Harry said eying his surroundings nervously. A large jet boomed overhead and Harry whipped out his wand and pointed at it. "Fuck," he muttered putting away. "This is going to be a bloody nightmare." Bruce glanced at him sympathetically.

"I guess I won't be seeing you in the labs that much huh?" Bruce coomented.

"Not if you don't want everything to work," Harry responded miserably. "I would love to help if I could Dr. Banner-"
"Oh just call me Bruce."

"If you'll call me Harry." The wizard said with a less fretful smile.

"That's fine." Bruce returned it was a less tense one.

"As I was saying, I'd loved to be of help but the second I did... The computer would short circuit and explode. I made the mistake once, just once mind you, of turning on the computer for my friend and she has never let me in the computer room since. Apparently I fried not only the computer, but the fax, printer, copier and external hard drives. She didn't talk to me for months." Harry grumbled. Bruce hid a smile and muffled the chuckle bubbling in his chest. Harry shot him a dirty looking, correctly guessing his reaction making the other man smile. Harry merely huffed. Agent Romanoff finally left the small jet, the pilot following not far behind. She glanced at them before looking around. Immediately, she caught sight of Coulson standing in front of a tall blond man with his back to her, an Army grade duffel bag tossed over one shoulder. The dark jacket stretched over a rather impressive physique covering a pair of neat khakis that ran over long legs ending in leather loafers. She strode over, curiosity piqued. Harry and Bruce, with nothing better to do, followed.

"Coulson!" She called and he glanced over briefly before returning to the man he was talking to animatedly. Her eyebrow shot up in surprise. The man paused briefly and glanced over and she felt surprise bubble in her stomach at that familiar face and profile. Standing in front of her, and his devoted fan, was Captain America, Steven Rodgers. Stopping next to them she asked wryly, "Getting your trading cards signed Coulson?" The man in question flushed while his hero arched an eyebrow in question.

"Cards?" He asked, a heavy Brooklyn accent leaving an obvious make on his voice. Luckily, Phil thought, he was saved by the two new arrivals.

"Hello again Agent Coulson," Harry said as he and Bruce stopped across from the trio.

"Commander," Phil said with a friendly smile. "It's good to see that there was no problems in contacting Dr. Banner."

"Of course," Harry said with a slight smile. He turned to the blond man, biting down the envy that arose from his considerably taller height, and offered a hand. "Sir Harry Potter, Unspeakable Commander of the British Ministry of Magic. When I'm in the field I go by Commander Phoenix. It's nice to meet you."

"Steve Rodgers, Captain in the US Army, and Captain America, nice to meet you Commander," Steve said taking his hand. "You said British Ministry of Magic?" Harry waved his free hand.

"A discussion for a later time I assure you." Harry said with a smile and let go stepping back slightly.

"Good enough I guess," Steve said, curiosity spiked. He mentally shrugged it off before turning to the other man.

"Robert Bruce Banner, nuclear physicist," Bruce said shaking the man's hand. "Its an honor Captain."

"Thanks, I guess," Steve said, his apprehension towards the man hidden behind a friendly man. He looks fairly harmless, Steve thought, and walking up with that British Commander, who showed now sign of worry and was clearly briefed, made him relax and withhold even further judgment til a later time. "What exactly does a nuclear physicist do?"

"Search for missing artifacts Captain," a deep voice interrupted. The quintet turned and met the approaching dark figure that was Nick Fury. "I'm glad to see that you agreed to come Dr. Banner."

"Fury," Bruce said, feeling his guard go up. Harry reached out and touched his arm, instantly relaxing he shot the shorter man a thankful look. Harry merely nodded in response.

"Let's head inside," Natasha said. "It's going to get rather hard to breathe." Suddenly the giant thing they were on shuddered. Harry's hand tightened and felt his magic spike in alarm.

"Bloody hell," he muttered trying to calm himself. Bruce glanced at him equally worried.

"Is this a submarine?" Steve asked glancing around uneasily.

"Really, They wanted me in a submerged pressurized steel container?" Bruce couldn't resist saying sarcastically. Harry looked at him in alarm.

"My magic..." Bruce glanced at him equally alarmed. Suddenly it surged up. Harry moved over to the edge, Bruce and Steve following right behind. Immediately he felt a bit better. He could handle being in the air if there were exits to the outside.

"Oh God, it's actually worse," he heard Bruce mutter.

"Don't worry too much Bruce, we'll get started as soon as possible. Just let me check my books." Harry told him comfortingly as they were lead inside by the agents." Harry wondered if he'd have any time to fly and if he'd get shot at while doing so.

"What exactly have you done so far on tracking the cube?" Bruce asked after Fury greeted him.

"We currently are searching every video making system available." Coulson replied.

"It won't be enough," Natasha muttered.

"You have to narrow the field. How many spectrometers do you have access to?" Bruce asked. Harry stood silently next to him, listening to the by play.

"How many are there?" Fury said, eyes already going to Coulson who nodded in understanding. All and any that weren't under their power would be within the hour.

"Call every lab you know, tell them to put the spectrometers on the roof and calibrate them for gamma rays. I'll rough out a tracking algorithm based on cluster recognition. At least we could rule out a few places. Do you have somewhere for me to work?" Bruce asked.

"Agent Romanoff will you show him to the labs. I'd like to see him get started on tracing the cube."

"Yes sir," Romanoff said. "You're gonna love it, Doc. We got all the toys." Bruce glanced at Harry who gave him a smile.

"We'll talk later Bruce, and see if there's anyway I can help with our side project." Harry said and Bruce nodded back in understanding. The pair left, and Fury dismissed Coulson with a reminder to check in on Stark's progress. The blond walked away with only one wistful look back making Harry bite back a laugh.

"You've got a fan there, Captain," Harry said after Coulson was out of earshot.

"You think?" Steve asked glancing down. Harry smirked up at him.

"Please, if he wasn't on duty he'd probably be asking for your autograph." Harry replied. Fury cleared his throat and the pair glanced back at him.

"Gentlemen if you would follow me, I would like to discuss the Tesseract with both of you." Fury said motioning in after him. "I also want to get you some mobile phones so I can get in touch with you."

"Mobile phones?" They asked, though Steve was of confusion and Harry's was of horror."

"Is there a problem?" Fury asked looking at Harry who glanced at him miserably.

"Only if you don't mind minor fires popping up from handing me those things." Harry told Fury. He glanced at Steve before explaining, "And mobile are phones you can take with you, they aren't connect to land lines, Steve, they can send signals across great distances. Think of a more advanced radio. You can call someone and they send the conversation through radio signals or something." Harry replied.

"So it's like personal radios that have multiple channels?" Steve asked curious.

"I guess so? You just punch in the number like you do on regular phones and it connects. You can use them to call landlines and other mobile phones. They have multiple functions now. I'm sure someone will explain and demonstrate them for you." Harry replied.

"Could you show me?" Steve asked starting to get comfortable around the Brit.

"Oh no, I'm sorry that's impossible, I know about them and some generalities but I've never worked one. Phones and that sort of technology explode, literally, when I use them. I'm sure Bruce could walk you through a few things, or an agent." Harry replied honestly. Fury cleared his throat and the pair turned back to him.

"We'll figure something else out for you Commander," Fury said wryly. "Unless you have a suggestion?" Harry paused and look on consternation crossed his face.

"Well... I could spell some mirrors or do a charm on a pair of leather bound books." Harry said thinking over the charms and ruins needed for such magic.

"Mirrors? Books?" Nick said a brow going up in curiosity.

"Reflective surfaces have been around for thousands of years. It used to be that you spelled a flat part of your sword or a piece of metal ware and used that to communicate at times of war. Of course there's old stories about magical mirrors, those of which have special enchantments. In fact, it's possible to buy ones that critique your outfit and hair." A note of extreme distaste in his voice. "Those are particularly annoying." He muttered under his breath.

"The books?" Steve goaded interested.

"A charm that allows whatever is written in one to show up on another and vice versa. If the book has a charm that gives it unlimited amount of pages then it'll act as an unlimited conduit for communication. It would be charmed or enchanted to glow or make some sort of notification of when something new was written in it's pair." Harry replied.

"Interesting," Fury said with a slight smile, "is this how magicians generally communicate with each other?"

"Actually no, there's fire calls and owls. We generally send letters, though there is something called Howlers which are particularly unpleasant. Consider you got in trouble at boarding school, however there are no phones, instead your mother writes an exceedingly angry letter to you and then enchants it to yell out it's message to you in front of all your peers." Steve flinched in sympathy while Fury actually looked rather interested in it.

"How long would it take you to enchant such mirrors or books? And could you do it with more than one?" He asked. Harry paused to think it over.

"Probably, but it'd take about a week for a simple enchantment. You'd have to get identical mirrors, cast a series of spells on it to make it unbreakable, attune it via runes and then soak them in a potion to make sure the enchantments became fixed. The books would be about the same though with slightly different spells." Harry said honestly.

"Hmm," Fury said thinking. Then a beeping caught his attention and he snapped out of it. "We will discuss this further later. As you know the Tesseract is a powerful energy source."

"Yes, it was used in numerous weapons by the Germans in the war," Steve said suddenly grim.

"Weapons," Harry said his guard going up and his military face coming down. "What weapons are these and are this still functional? Who and how were the created? It is to my knowledge that the magical community had a side in that war, but what is this about Muggles have weapons powered by a highly rare and magical alien source? Why wasn't I informed of this earlier Fury?"

"Wizards had a hand in the Second World War?" Fury asked intensely.

"Genocide isn't only a Muggle specialty," Harry hissed. "Don't try to get around this, explain yourself. Why haven't I or any other magical official heard about this? If you and your government are holding out-"

"My apologies Commander Phoenix, but it was to our understanding you already knew." Fury cut in. Harry's eyes narrowed further.

"I beg your pardon?" He snarled. "Who told you that? Was it Greynolds?"

"It was not the Secretary of Defense, it was, I believe, a letter from the president." Fury edged. Harry face paled then slowly flushed, a tick developed in his left eye and a subtle grinding noise could be heard.

"I will discuss this with the Minister and the Defensive Secretary when I next have a chance." Harry bit out. "Now, about the weapons-"

"They are all gone Commander," Fury said. Harry narrowed his eyes. Was that a note of disappointment in the other man's voice.

"Which is a good thing in your opinion correct?" Harry asked, his position shifting subtly, his persona growing.

"Of course," Fury said calmly. "Such weaponry is dangerous to those who have no business handling it." Harry stared at him not buying it at the moment. The way that statement was worded...

"What do you want with the cube, sir? If I may be so bold as to ask?" Steve interjected.

"Yes, what do you want with it?" Harry's message clearly implied those behind Fury's little group and his government.

"We see it as a new, clean energy source and seek a way to harness it." Fury replied clearly. Harry stared at him. Something was fishy, and he didn't like it. He'd have to look into it some more. Harry glanced at Steve who seemed to accept the answer for now. Harry blinked at the man but said no more.

"Now that we've discussed the Tesseract, I'm sure you would like to get settled. Is there anything you need?" Fury said as an agent appeared out of nowhere.

"I'm fine with anything sir." Steve said calmly.

"I would like a place near Dr. Banner if possible, and a room with as little technology and synthetic plastic in it. Such objects... Have a habit of catching fire around me if I'm near them for too long a period. I would prefer not to wake up and find the ceiling lamp melting down on top of me." Harry said firmly. "Also if you could keep me away from most people..."

"I actually too would like to be away from people." Steve suddenly seeing the attraction of being away from the multitudes. Many of whom would want stories or his time, neither of which he would like to give.

"The Avengers already have a specific are cordoned off for them. There's already a room set aside there for both of you. It's secluded from the rest of the ship since it isn't technically SHIELD. I'll see if one of my agents can make the necessary changes Commander." Harry nodded. Fury left them and they were led through a rather maze like series of corridors and staircases before they finally went through a hallway with a row of similar doors on each side. There was another agent there who handed Harry a key while the original agent handed Steve a key card. Both wizard and super-soldier stared at the flat piece of plastic as the two agents left.

"What in the world is it?" Steve asked. Harry snorted.

"The hell I know." He stuck his key into the only door with an actual lock and turned it, hear a satisfying turn of the tumblers he entered.

"How do I even know what room's mine?" Steve asked from the doorway looking up and down the hall uncertainly. Harry shrugged as he dumped a small pouch out on the bed. The room was adequately sized and had a built in wardrobe across from a small door opening to an economical bathroom. Walking back over to the rather flabbergasted blond, Harry leaned over the card and looked it over without touching it. Blinking at the number he glanced up and down the hallway. The doors had numbered plaques next to it.

"I think you're in that one over there?" He pointed to the room across from him. His room was the last on the left while it appeared Steve's was the last on the right. There was another door in between them at the end of the hall, and Harry guessed that would probably belong to Bruce. He walked over to the door and saw the strange box shaped thing attached to the handle. There was a neat slice on the right hand side and a few glass panels next to the slit that looked like they might light up.

"I think you need to slide it." Harry said pointing to the slit and motioning with his hand. Steve blinked then tried it. The little lights blinked then turned red. They tried the handle. Still locked.

"I have a feeling this is going to take a while." Harry muttered staring at the square quizzically. Steve nodded rather glumly. They tried turning the thing a few times and finally it clicked green and Steve was able to open the door. Harry glanced into the room. It was a similar lay out, and looked like there were a few more things that were made out of plastic in the room. Steve plopped his bag on his bed and started unpacking. Harry fiddled with the door and both breathed a sigh of relief when Harry was able to wedge it temporarily open. Harry went back across and started dragging stuff out of his bag. Steve paused and watched in amazement as Harry pulled a broomstick and then placed it on the gun rack over to his desk. The fact that he pulled out items that looked equally strange after all; a cauldron, a box carrier that looked similar to medicine bags he'd seen carried when he was younger, though it was entirely wooden, and a stone basin, kept Steve staring. After Harry pulled out some weird looking blade type thing, Steve wasn't nearly as startled when out came a trunk. Instead he felt his mouth fall open when Harry opened it, stepped inside, and disappeared.

Running over he looked into the opening and felt his mouth drop open further when he saw stairs leading down out of sight. "Harry?" He called uncertainly.

"Yeah Steve?" Harry yelled back.

"What are you doing?" He responded.

"I'm just getting some books out of my library!" He heard Harry reply. Curiosity piqued Steve asked back. "Can I come down and see?"

"Sure!" Came back and Steve gingerly swung his leg over the edge and set it down on the surprisingly sturdy stone stair under his shoe. Soon he was climbing down into a rather large space. One side had a seating area around a real life fireplace while the other side was rows and rows of bookshelves.

"Whoa," he said.

"Interesting right?" Steve heard from his left, and he turned to see Harry standing there in a doorway to another room. He glanced around and saw two more doors, one on each wall not containing the fireplace.

"I can't believe it." He whispered. Harry chuckled.

"It's magic Steve." Harry said as he slipped back into the room he had stood in the doorway of.

"I know but...I don't get how or why..."

"How this is possible, why is this possible or why I have so many books or need all this room?" Harry called back, the sound muffled before a small thump sounded followed by a curse. "Blasted stacks!" Steve heard Harry growl. Looking through the door he found another room much like the one he was standing in, except instead of a seating area this was more like a study or an office with a heavy wooden desk and plush armchair against one wall and oil lamps lit. Harry stood on a short stool trying to get a book down. He stepped over reached up and grabbed it. Which earned him a glare and a muttered thank you.

"You're short," he said with a smile and earned a huff.

"Yes, Mr. Tall, that's your ego talking, try the next number!" Harry replied stepping down, several books in his arms.

"Why are you in here anyway? I mean..." Steve asked and Harry smiled.

"Bruce a problem with his other side and I promised I'd look into a solution for him." Harry replied.

"His mutation?" Steve asked. Harry nodded.

"Bruce, as you know, was an unfortunate pawn-slash-victim in a study to create more soldiers like you Steve. It created an alternate version of him that's at least a foot taller, extremely powerful and governed by his most volatile emotions." Harry said. "I won't go into much more, but it is suffice to say the poor man has lost a number of people and places over the past several years because of this calamity. Something he was doing only to benefit man kind. He was hoping to make humans immune to gamma radiation. However," Harry paused and Steve instantly understood.

"It failed and he was hurt because of it." He said flatly.

"Yes and since then he's been chased, bullied, and plotted against. He had to leave the country to escape the military. A General Ross, if I remember, has been particularly difficult. The poor man won't be chased anymore though." Harry said, the last few words a clear warning. Taking the stack he left, Steve trailing after him. Harry hopped, a bit unsteadily, out and plunked the books down while Steve got out. He then shut the trunk and reopened it. Steve blinked in surprise when he saw that it no longer held stairs but rather looked normal and was filled with normal clothing and... Robes?

He picked up a stack and poked at it. He blinked in surprise when a sheet of parchment slipped from between and fell. Harry glanced up from putting something away in the bottom drawer as Steve scooped it up. In childish scrawl was a note:

DADDY!

I LUV U! GET THOSE BAD GUYS AND COME HOME SOON! I MISS YOU!

TEDDY

Under it was a rather simplistic drawing of a black haired stick figure holding the hand of smaller one between a house and tree. Harry held out a hand silently and Steve passed it over. Harry read it then carefully smoothed out the edges a bit before pinning it on a board above the desk under the gun rack.

"You've got a kid?" Steve said after a few moments of helping the younger man unpack. "You're, uh, rather young. You look about my age." Harry glanced up.

"I was Teddy's godfather, however after his parents passed away in the war I adopted him. I've been raising him with his grandmother for the past five years." He said simply. He closed the trunk once it was empty then reopened it. This time he pulled out weapons, a few different items, and two picture frames. One was a group of young men and women, the other was of a little boy, obvious his son. That photo he placed carefully next to the letter. The one, who Steve guessed were his friends, he placed on the small nightstand next to his bed.

"So you're what... Twenty-four, twenty-five?" He asked as Harry put both pictures on the desk followed by what appeared to be a journal, parchment, quills and a small variety of ink pots.

"Twenty-three at the end of next month." Was his only response. "Teddy's five. He was born back in April. Was almost an April Fool's baby, which would have suited his parents quite well. His father was a known trouble maker, and his mother was an adorable klutz who loved to laugh."

"I see," Steve said awkwardly. Harry merely glanced up with a relaxed expression.

"I'm going to tell you something rather bluntly Steve," Harry said, "the only reason I'm here is because I'm following orders. As soon as my duties are done I'm going to go home and hug my kid til he screams. I'm going to help Bruce, whether I take him home with me or not is his decision. I got my goals. What about you?" The taller man felt rather bewildered then rallied.

"I want to learn about this world, I want to find out about the people I left behind. I got a promise to keep with a girl I love." Harry nodded at the statement. "She's British." Harry blinked in surprise and laughed.

"If you need a place to stay while in Britain, you're welcome to stay. I've got twenty bedrooms, and nobody to use most of them." Harry said with a wide smile.

"How the hell do you have a house with twenty bedrooms?" Steve asked as Harry shut his trunk for the final time it seemed.

"It's a manor that's been in the family for over three hundred years." Harry replied.

"Jesus."

The two were trying to figure out where the hell Bruce's lab was when an agent found them and led them to it. Waiting there was Fury and his assistant Agent Hill. Coulson and Romanoff were in a corner, Romanoff was watching Bruce carefully, but wasn't as tense as when they went to request his aid.

"Commander, Captain, we believe that we have located Loki." Fury stated. "I want you two and Romanoff to go there and head him off. Iron Man will be meeting you en-route."

"Iron Man?" Steve asked.

"Anthony Edward Stark, prefers to be called Tony." Harry said. "We've got to change, unless you'd like us to go unprepared?" He said eying Fury. The man nodded briefly.

"The jet will be flying out in thirty minutes. You better be on it." Fury said warning in his voice.

"Where are we headed, sir?" Steve asked as Harry stopped at the door.

"Stuttgart, Germany." Fury said. Steve frowned but followed Harry out muttering.

"Why is it always Germany?"

A/N: AHAHAHAHAHA! Two chapters in one day! WHOOOP! Actually, it's technically three, although the third on is for much later on. I'll try to get chapter four up soon, but I also have other works that have been sitting there going 'yo update me' for a while now. Let me know what you think please!