I'M BACK BITCHES. IT IS AMAZING, NO? My apologies for it being so long, and this not being a particularly long chapter, but I'm working on it. I swear. Please don't kill me.

Therefore and henceforth:

CHAPTER 3

Disclaimer: I don't own jack.

It had been a month or so since, Harry and Draco's arrival. Actually, it had been the quietest month they'd ever seen.

Tony had gone back to Malibu and fought a Chinese man or something along those lines two weeks into the couple's stay. After the mansion had burned down, Pepper had forced him to more or less move into the Avenger's Tower.

Clint and Natasha still were very much a part of S.H.I.E.L.D., so had most likely seen the most action of all of them combined, what with their seemingly weekly missions from Fury. Tony was still convinced it was all some dastardly plot to have sex without him interrupting with various Lady Gaga songs whenever he got the urge (every time), but Hill refused point blank to say anything on the matter.

Thor had managed a three week visit with Jane, and Darcy had been sending Pepper almost hourly photos of the two being romantically mushy-gushy. Pepper generally retaliated with pictures of the newest team members, with Darcy always had to concede the point to.

And Steve pretty much just stayed in the Tower, with the exception of drinks with Matt Murdock, a blind lawyer friend of his he'd met on the subway to Queens.

Bruce sometimes tagged along, but mostly stayed in his lab Skyping Betty who was taking an Alaskan cruise, and there had been no way of convincing the Hulk to get on another ship after the Heli-Carrier debacle.

But all in all, aside from various Doombots, a Mega Doombot, and the Green Goblin with a can of laughing gas, there hadn't been anything warranting Avenger intervention. So quite literally, there was nothing new from Draco or Harry about their abilities.

They had learned that Harry's godson, Teddy, would be starting his 4th year of boarding school come fall, along with their friend's daughter, Rose. They had been told more about the war, not much or anything, but a bit, along with Cedric's tale, which really left more questions than answers.

They had also met their pet owls, Horus and Toad, but they had been rather evasive about why exactly they had owls as pets. Steve had leapt to their defense with a mildly xenophobic argument about that being 'just what British people did' seeing as Peggy had had a horned owl named George. Draco and Harry had looked startled at that, but no one had paid it any mind as they were trying to explain to Steve why you couldn't just say things like that. Which, of course, wasn't helped any by Tony saying something about the British Mongolian having as owl he rambled on to about letters and things.

The Avengers just put it up to Tony's constant state of inebriation.

But aside from other random facts, such as Harry liking snakes, and Draco having long hair down to his hips that he liked to wear as a braid (he had been wearing a wig for discretion purposes, a fact which still managed to piss Tony off for some reason) and the added fact that they both, or at least Draco, possessed fashion sense, which had been glaringly unapparent upon the first meeting, there was collectively enough to fill an index card on personal history on the two.

At the moment, the couple in question was curled up on the couch, watching Merlin and laughing at the strangest parts. Draco was neatly tucked under Harry's arm into his chest, and the messy headed brunette was playing with the long platinum braid, which was quickly becoming more frayed. Pepper had already snapped seemingly a million pictures to send to Darcy, who was out of ammo to fire back, seeing as Thor was already upstairs unpacking.

Meanwhile, the rest of the team was having a meeting in the kitchen while Clint made salmon skin rolls, a talent he had managed to pick up at some point during his travels.

"Look, all I'm saying is we know next to nothing about them," said Tony, reaching for a completed roll.

Natasha batted his hand away. "I'm not saying I don't agree with you, but shouldn't we give them the benefit of the doubt, here? They're the ones tossed into a whole new country and being told to live somewhere they've probably never been, with people they know about through things we've told them. Besides, it's not like we've seen them get in contact with their society or anything since they've been here. They've gotta feel completely cut off here."

"Not to mention, they've got to feel worried," Pepper interjected.

"How so?"

"Well, think about it. Their practical son, from what we've heard, is going to school soon for an entire year, and they can't even send him off, AND he's living with his grandmother. They also don't seem to be in any contact with their friends, and seeing as they're all in some kind of law enforcement, no news can't be good news."

"Not to mention," Clint jumped in, not looking up from his dizzying array of cutlery, which seemed to outnumber the fish and rice by a startling degree. "They haven't exactly been shown much of a welcome to the States, what with the anti-equal rights riots and whatnot. Moreover, we've all been off doing our own thing since they got here. How does that look?"

The silence in the kitchen was almost deafening, all the gathered heroes stunned at the realization.

"Come to think of it…" started Bruce, "they never said if their relationship was even accepted in their world. Hell, that may even be why no one seems to contact them from where they're from."

Clint put the finishing touches on the final roll and put it on the tray with the others, which wasn't even really a tray so much as a plate the size of Cap's shield, seeing as Thor was around.

"Well, come on," he said, picking up the mountain of sushi. "There's Merlin to watch."

Grinning, the others followed along to the living room, where Draco and Harry were still curled up together, and Thor was sitting on the couch opposite, wearing a drinking helmet filled with Big Gulp, complete with gold wings to match his battle helm, actively questioning why Arthur wouldn't accept Merlin's magic like he had accepted Loki. No one really had the heart to comment on that, seeing how cheery the god looked.

And so, the Avengers, old and new (and Pepper), engorged on sushi, watched Merlin, and made fun of Draco's hair, which at this point in time was a horribly tangled mess that he was forcing Harry to brush out and re-braid, despite how the bigger man looked like he was just playing with it instead of actually doing anything.

And the evening was spent in happy bliss until;

"Hey, is that how his hair looks right after raunchy sex?"

Steve just shoved a roll into Tony's mouth.

And thus, the story continues. Until next chapter, which hopefully won't be too incredibly long from now.

~Death-chan

New note here. Sorry if this shows as newly updated, as it is quite obviously not. I just wanted to fix some problems with the existing chapters. I will be posting an actual new chapter soon, however. Never fear.