Harry felt a chill go down his spine at the sight of the God of tricks. After hearing of what Loki had done he felt an overwhelming sense of dread and had a feeling that it was only the beginning of his heinous acts. He could see an aura of power flowing around Loki but there was another's that entwined with the God's, almost engulfing Loki. Harry puzzled over what it meant as he listed to Fury and Loki speak. The trickster was arrogant, more so than even Malfoy had been when talking about purebloods and his father during those first few years at Hogwarts. Such thoughts led to those of his friends and others he had left behind. Harry wondered if Hermione and Ron had married as they'd planned. Perhaps they'd had children and maybe even grandchildren. He hoped that Teddy had been taken care of, it hurt thinking about how he hadn't been a part of his godson's life.

When the screen turned blank Steve and the others discussed what Loki's plans were. At the mention of war Harry paled, memories of the final battle flashing before his eyes. He was brought out of his reverie when Stark waved his hands across the teen's face, trying to get a reaction.

Harry blinked. "Urrr…sorry about that," he mumbled.

Stark backed away a bit. "No problem, everyone spaces out," he said then offered his hand, introducing himself, "Tony Stark."

"Harry Potter, the teen replied, taking the offered hand.

"Potter?" Stark wondered, sneaking a glance at Steve who looked somewhat grim.

"He was my step dad," Harry explained.

"Well Cap Junior it was nice meeting you when you're actually conscience," Stark grinned.

"You too?" Harry stared.

"I am curious though how you suddenly appeared like that out of nowhere, what was it? A cloaking device?" Stark questioned.

"Em…well it was magic," Harry answered.

Stark's brow furrowed but then gave a snort and ruffled Harry's hair to which the teen protested. It was obvious the billionaire didn't believe in such things as magic despite having met Loki of all people. The other scientist in the room believed him despite his logical mind for in all his travelling he had come across all manners of strange things included a wand wielding witch or two.

There was some further discussion before Stark and Banner went to their labs and Steve led Harry away from the room to get something to eat.


Harry stood before a larger window that stretched from the floor to the ceiling. He gazed out at the endless horizon, thinking about all that had occurred and what he would do next. Steve had left not too long ago with the promise of returning with something Harry could eat. It was still strange to think that he had a father who was alive and well when he had gone without one all his life. Steve seemed alright though the whole time travelling thing they'd gone through to meet was still bizarre. He hadn't told anyone of the exact circumstances of his arrival, being insure of how they'd react.

Harry's thoughts drifted to his friends back in England. He'd decided to contact them after the whole mess with Loki was taken care of, it'd be easier to deal with it that way. Magic was surging under his skin, leaving him uneasy. It often did so before a battle was to come as if preparing itself.