Harmony lounged on her new porch, drinking her morning tea and considering a run. Today was the day that Steve would arrive, early from the rest of the Avengers. She was relatively excited to meet him, and the rest of the Avengers, and she believed she could begin to like it even more here.
July was already underway and she was very apprehensive about how to handle August when it passed. She truly didn't want to go back to Britain. She had dealt with too much there—being physically alienated but controlled like a dog, even after her use as a weapon was over, was so tiring and distressing.
She didn't mind dueling or fighting, she liked being busy afterall, but she did not like being used.
She sighed and took another sip of tea. She should probably run if she was going to, it was only going to get hotter as the California sun climbed.
As she slipped inside the house and up the staircase her mind kept wandering.
She wasn't opposed to telling the Avengers of her heritage, Merlin's balls they had two Norse gods—well one Norse god, they had encountered two though—in their ranks. She was more than afraid of losing her new relationships though.
It was so hard to be rational when faced with the opportunity of being loved and cared for, truly and genuinely and purely in the first time in her life by Clint and Pepper and Tony. Clint was more…obvious with his affections, but there was some budding relationship forming between herself and the couple as well. They seemed to be the father and mother of the group, even if Steve had a stronger moral compass and seemed more than capable of hosting a coup d'etat. Tony and Peppe still looked after the big events, making sure everyone was taken care of, that they wanted for nothing, that the Accords were settled seamlessly. They still cared about every member of the rag-tag team, especially Tony despite how well he hid it, and she wanted to be a part of that.
The idea of being more romantically involved with Clint, as well as Tony and Pepper made her flush.
She changed into her running clothes and quickly moved down the stairs, locking the front door behind her and placing a wandless ward. She kept her wand on her body when at all possible though, either in an invisible holster, or through channeling bracelets that helped hone her magic when it was needed. As she took off at a jogging pace before working into a run, she couldn't help but wonder if rebuilding the Avengers Initiative would fill what she so desperately wanted from those she left behind in Britain.
"So how are things with you and Harmony?" asked Tony of Pepper, who narrowed her eyes sharply,
"Why do you ask?"
"I was just wondering if youmaybebroughtupourproposition" he said the last part fast and quietly as he pretended to be absorbed in paperwork. Pepper marched over to his desk, moved his laptop out of the way and sat in front of him, putting her heeled feet on the arm rests of his desk chair.
"You listen here Mr. Stark, we are not going to pressure that doll of a girl into anything. I would love, as much as you, to make her a part of our huge, dysfunctional Avengers family bullshit, but she might not take the bait. She always looks so damn lonely, like she never had a home, and I just want to give her that, I would love to look after her and care for her. But she might not like Clint and your's idea. She may only want to bed Clint, or she may only want Clint and Thor, or Clint and Steve or who knows what. She seems to be a very lost girl in need of guidance and I will not let any one of the Avengers, including you, steer her wrong because they want a bed warmer. Am I clear?" Tony was looking at Pepper with arousal, he loved when she bossed him occasionally. She just got so passionate, and of course, he got passionate when she did, it's what couples do, right?
"Yes ma'am" he whispered, dragging her down roughly for a kiss. She responded in kind, and his hands traveled up her thighs and between her little black dress to find she had forgone underwear that particular day. He moaned into her mouth and ran his fingers through her gorgeous red hair.
"You haven't wanted to fuck on my desk in a long time pretty girl" Tony whispered as he pushed her skirt up, Pepper's hands greedily reaching for his zipper. She grasped his already hard cock and pumped it, leaning into his rough kisses on her neck. Tony stood up, pushed her to lay back on his desk, scattering the mounds of paperwork to the floor. He leaned down to kiss her, slipping a thumb to rub her clit as he pushed into her. Pepper gave a breathy almost scream and tightened her grip on his shoulders. He reached up and gathered her wrists with one hand, pinning them to the desk as he thrusted into her tight heat.
"Tony…f-fuck" Pepper moaned and he began teasing her, pulling out of her wet, aching pussy almost completely before slamming back into her.
Harmony just stood at the door, she couldn't even move. She had come to their home after her run, and she was standing in the doorway to Tony's office with sweat cooling on her skin. This was possibly one of the hottest things she had witnessed in her life, well, besides Clint's head between her legs. She was startled into moving as Pepper let out a loud scream and Tony bit down on her shoulder. They weren't even completely nude, his shirt was simply unbuttoned, and her dress was pushed up. They writhed against each other as Tony pounded into Pepper roughly.
How was being a vouyer this much of a turn on?
She quietly backed away from the doorway and then ran down the hallway, making it to the front door before bumping into something large, and tall, and hard, very hard. She was thrown to her arse, with a bit of a surprised squeal leaving her mouth,
"I'm sorry ma'am, let me help you" there was a tinge of something foreign to the guy's accent, something not Californian or whatever Clint's accent was. She looked up and was met with gorgeous blue eyes situated into a concerned, handsome, face framed by blonde hair. He held out a hand to her, and she took it after a moment's hesitation. He was…handsome, very handsome.
He released her hand once she was standing, and Harmony was suddenly very self-conscious of her running gear, consisting of patterned compression capris and a sports bra, her hair was up in a messy ponytail and she still felt sweat in her hairline.
"I'm very sorry ma'am, I wasn't watching where I was going" she gathered her manners,
"Oh, no, the fault is all mine luv, I was running inside, never a good idea…you must be Steve Rogers?" she finished lowly, looking back up to him and stifling the urge to nervously fidget.
"Yes ma'am, and you are?" He asked politely, extending a hand for her to shake,
"Harmony Potter, and please, don't call me ma'am" she finished in a joking manner, almost gasping at his firm, yet gentle grip.
"Oh hello Hare, when did you get in? Hey Cap!" Tony said excitedly, his mood more boosted than normal, Harmony turned and stared at him blushing and stuttering,
"It was nice meeting you Captain" she mumbled quietly before moving out of the foyer area and towards Clint's bedroom.
"What's got her panties in a twist?" Tony asked speculatively as Steve simply blushed. He certainly wouldn't mind finding out exactly what had that fair lady's undergarments…distressed.
Harmony sighed under the warm water, jumping when she felt an arm around her waist.
"If that's not you Clint, you have five seconds before I deck you" She growled out, continuing to massage his manly scented shampoo into her scalp,
"Relax Rabbit, why so tense?" He asked as he gently massaged her shoulders,
"I…umm..witnessed a private moment between Pepper and Tony" she squeaked out, falling into his warm body like she was boneless. He suddenly began to laugh, a deep belly laugh, and then smiled at her look of annoyance,
"I'm just surprised you haven't walked in on them sooner. Everyone on the team, except maybe Cap, Sam, and Fury, have at some point. They're unconscious exhibitionists. Let me guess, office quickie, Pepper riding Tony in his chair?" Harmony blushed and shook her head no,
"Ahhh, they must have been on the desk then" Clint finished in a husky tone, moving to take Harmony's neck with his lips, he could feel her nod yes and he trailed his hands down her body,
"Well why don't we engage in some…carnal activities of our own rabbit?" he asked in a husky tone, taking her moan as a positive response. He leaned up and took her lips in a kiss, grasping her breast while rolling her nipple in a firm motion. She simply sighed in pleasure and followed his lead as he shut the water off and pushed her towards the bedroom, taking her into his arms playfully before depositing her on the bed.
"So is this Harmony another addition to the team? We're getting to be pretty big Tony" Steve asked as Tony showed him to his room for the week.
"You could say that, yes. It's no biggie, we made space for the twins, ant boy, Sam, Bucky, Vision…should I keep listing?" Tony answered as he pushed open the door to reveal a vintage styled bedroom,
"Aw, how sweet" Steve said, reaching over to ruffle the shorter man's hair,
"Pepper figured you'd like it" Tony grumbled, trying to soothe his hair back into place as Steve stepped into the room and focused on the record player. He began to thumb through some Tommy Dorsey and Glenn Miller vinyl, becoming exceptionally happy once he found a Sinatra-Dorsey duo.
"Pepper went all out didn't she?" he said happily, and Tony simply blushed. He would never tell the captain that the records and the turntable had been his idea. Things were already too weird and strained due to the past few months.
"Pass on my gratitude," he said solemnly as he put on an album.
"I will…you're free for pretty much the whole day, we only really officially gather for dinner at 7." Tony said, clapping Steve Rogers on the back before leaving the man to a leather chair, some brandy, and good oldies.
Harmony sighed in pleasure, rubbing her cheek against Clint's chest, reveling in the fresh sweat that coated their bodies.
"I love how affectionate you are after sex, you're like a cat" Clint rumbled in his sexy sleepy voice.
"I just feel the need to show my affection" she hid her smirk into his chest at the thought of her patronus, the form her animagus would be upon turning. It had changed after the war, as had her point of view. It had became a sleek panther, and she felt that fit her personality quite well, even if she had been attached to the stag rendition of her father.
"Well, it's fucking adorable" Clint said and smiled roguishly, running a calloused hand down her back. That was one of the best feelings in the world to Harmony; Clint's hands were calloused and rough and manly, and they made her body feel smooth, warm, and soft…feminine. Clint was the first man in her life to make her feel truly feminine. Of course there were Ron and Fred and George's jokes, there were Malfoy's leers, but they all viewed her as…something untouchable. They never even tried to get near her. Clint made her feel real, human.
Hell, so did Tony and Pepper. They just accepted her, without asking questions.
Sometimes Pepper wondered if Tony and herself trusted Harmony too easily. She shook the thoughts out of her head, Harmony was lovely and she truly was beginning to care about her.
But there was still just something in the back of Pepper's mind that she couldn't put a finger on. Pepper was sure there were pieces to her story Harmony was leaving untold, but then again no one bares their soul that quickly. Tony and Pepper both had run clean background checks and were met with ordinary information: her age corresponded to what age they believed she was, her name and birthdate and credentials all matched what she had told them, she was orphaned young and was taken in by family over the pond (Pepper believed that they didn't have a very…good relationship, at all), she held a visa, that was currently a pending dual citizenship, no credit score, no bank records, no work history, no schooling history. Some of these left Pepper stumped, but Harmony had told her that she had attended a very old-fashioned off the grid boarding school in Scotland…
Still, there was something about Harmony Jamison Potter than Pepper couldn't put her finger on.
Harmony loved baking, especially after one, or more (that afternoon was definitely more), rounds of sex with Clint. She had decided to start dinner early, and had set out on making fresh yeast bread to go with her soup and salad combo of the night. She was surprised at how infrequently the men ate "man" food. They loved their hamburgers and steaks, but were lean men. She had seen Tony order a salad with his food far more often than she herself had ordered a salad. Harmony wasn't the best gauge on healthy stuff however, her magic was sometimes so overactive that it forced her metabolism to work even harder than it usually did.
She set her dough in a bowl and covered it with a rag, setting it in the dark oven to leaven and rise. She gazed across the open floor plan to see Clint and Tony piled up on the couch, viewing something on Tony's smartphone with interest. She smiled mischievously and used a modified amplifying charm on their conversation as Clint moved back to watching some show that had dogs and cops on the telly.
"So, the sex is…how did you phrase this, fucking fantastic?" Tony teased in a light and naughty tone,
"Oh yes, god she's a goddess in bed…like I could screw her every day, multiple times a day, and never get bored…that's not normal is it?"
"It is for me and Pepper….have you considered making this…I don't know…" Tony trailed off, darted eyes to the kitchen where Harmony made herself busy preparing a crust for an apple pie.
"Making this serious?" he said in a quieter voice, Harmony paused for a beat and then went back to coddling her crust dough.
"I have… We'll discuss it later though Tony," Harmony's brows furrowed as he switched the station to some American muggle sport, most likely what they call football over here. Harmony didn't get into sports, unless, of course, it was quidditch. She had heard recently that the US was going to be a good contender for the cup this year.
She started thinly slicing apples, setting them in her pan lined with her crust,
"I haven't made a pie since I moved out of my mother's house," Pepper stated, moving to sit at the bar and watch Harmony work. Harmony smiled up at Pepper,
"I used to make them before I left home to go to school, but one of my best friend's mother, well she was more like my mother, taught me this recipe. It's delicious, something to do with using butter and cornstarch I do believe." Harmony finished placing the apples, then concocting the mixture to pour over the apples,
"What's on the menu tonight?" Harmony heard, loud and clear when it should have been softer and directed to those specifically in the living room area. Pepper turned around as well, at Steve's entrance, and Harmony almost swore under her breath at being so careless, wandlessly canceling the charm that had been in place. Thankfully, being Tony, he answered loud,
"Go ask Miss Gordon Ramsey in there" he joked at Harmony's sassy temper,
"Oi! I am nowhere near that cross Anthony!"
"Oooooooh, she busted out the full name, Anthony" Clint teased, he loved it when Harmony had these "mother moments" as he called them, strictly in his head of course.
"I beg to differ! Just because you're in a good mood after a little…stress release," Tony winked as he said this and Harmony felt her cheeks warm,
"Doesn't mean you aren't a sassy little woman on a daily basis" Harmony didn't respond and instead focused on crimping her pie, cutting cute vent holes in the top, and cutting dough stars out of the extra dough. She had decided to make apple pie for the Captain tonight, since he was an American classic, apple pie is an American classic, etc. She thought the stars added a bit of zest to the plain ol' pie.
"Well then chef, what is on the menu tonight?" Steve moved to the kitchen area, bypassing where she was putting the pie into the oven below the oven the bread was in. Boy did she love Tony's huge arse kitchen.
"I'm tossing up between a potato sausage chowder and a beef stew, with homemade yeast bread, and a build your own salad sort of deal. I also think I'm going to make fresh lemonade" She smiled to herself, yet another American thing that she enjoyed doing. Squeezing the lemons, while thinking of someone..distasteful was always a good stress release.
"Wow, seems like you are quite the chef," Steve commented as he grabbed a Pabst Blue Ribbon beer out of the fridge. Hare blushed and moved to remove the now risen bread; she had subtly placed a leavening charm from one of her cookbooks on the yeast dough, the bread would be a little less moist but she figured it would be a good time investment.
She set the bowl of dough on the counter, and then proceeded to roll and twist it into french twists. Pepper watched her in an avid manner, reliving her childhood, and Harmony smiled at her, and then moved the bread to the oven to bake.
"Is everyone okay with potato sausage chowder?" she called lightly, upon seeing the nods of heads, she began roughly chunking potatoes to put into the soup pot already resting in the sink.
"Are we doing anything for the Fourth of July?" Steve asked, plopping down in a recliner with his beer, crossing his legs in a nonchalant manner. Harmony cocked her head, she had heard of the Americans and their silly holiday. She never got into politics or loyalism, so she thought being really proud of your country was a bit…over zealous. She didn't believe that anyone should think themselves better than those around them, ideas such as these led to Voldemort swaying the minds of "purebloods."
She shook her head and caught the end of Tony's sentence,
"Well… It's like when, in a few days? We normally don't do anything huge, and since it's going to be a Friday, I believe we should do something fun…"
"Having a cookout and watching fireworks on the beach works perfectly for me" Pepper said, hoping and praying Tony didn't want to throw yet another party.
"Everyone should be here by then, Sam bringing Bucky may be running a bit late, but Thor and Bruce should both arrive Thursday. Fury said him, Coulson, and Miss Hill are definitely not staying in the house beforehand. Any other guests aren't going to arrive or stay until the party or afterwards"
"When are Vision, Wanda, and Pietro coming back from the diplomacy mission in Romania?"
"Diplomacy in Romania?" Harmony intoned with a raised eyebrow, sectioning a head of romaine lettuce,
"Well, apparently vampires are the real deal and Wanda and Pietro happen to be fluent in Russian, Slovak, and Romanian—Vision is the quickest leaner—we sent them there to make a bit of a preemptive peace treaty," answered Tony. Steve shot him a look, and Harmony didn't need legilimency to know that Steve was telling Tony he was oversharing. Hare figured that they were sending out feelers to see how deep the supernatural and super powered community went in relations to the updated Sokovia Accords.
"Back on topic gentlemen, Fourth of July—" Pepper was cut off by Clint,
"We could throw a Fourth of July party?" smirking soundly at Pepper's death glare,
"I rather like Pepper's original idea," Harmony intoned,
"We could have a barbecue and swim and then maybe watch one of your country's many patriotic films and then watch fireworks on the beach?" Everyone turned at her suggestion, and suddenly remembered she was a Brit, Clint smiled gently at her,
"Well, see, that's splendid, mark it down please Friday, we shall go shopping for food Thursday," Pepper stated solidly before Tony or Clint could argue. Steve just smiled widely—for reasons most likely obvious, the Fourth was his favorite holiday.
"But can we-"
"Tony, the gala for the Avengers is like, Saturday night. I think we'll do enough partying then" interrupted Harmony as she transferred her pot to the stove and began to add ingredients for her chowder. Tony simply pouted, and Pepper smiled triumphantly and stared affectionately at Harmony's cooking form.
