Iridescent

Author's Note: I think anyone who is a follower of Doctor Who will be pleased to know that I ran around all holiday with a pair of antlers on; whenever someone asked me to take them off I simply said "No, I shan't! It's Christmas." And then I proceeded to skip away singing the DW theme song. I love confusing people; it makes my holidays so much better. I love it! Ha-ha. Anyway, sorry I left at a cliffy (or some people didn't consider that a cliffy, either way); I wanted you all to hold on a bit more. Look on the bright side; we're meeting a new main (reformed player) player! Anyway, thanks to those who have added this to story alerts and all the other goodies! I love you all so very much! By the way, a very wonderful reviewer told me that "Isa" actually means father in their language! That was such a coincidence seeing as Harry and Rem were both trying to be daddy bears! – CJG

Warning: This story contains homosexual relations, violence, foul language, extremely light sexual content, mentions child abuse and rape, and slight graphic content.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with the Avengers, or Harry Potter, I'm simply borrowing characters in hopes to make a relatively good fiction.

Chapter Nine: Cat's Eye

Isa: The Rune of Ice

Let it not be said that Tony Stark did have a kind streak to him every now and again. Every Christmas he gave to charities (albeit not nearly as much as he could), he volunteered to help out the Police department (against their will but that's neither here nor there), and he even donated different sciences and technological developments to stores, homes, and shelters. Sure, he may be a bit of a playboy (though reformed), and every now and again he was nasty. He often forgot to eat, he barely slept, and he normally didn't pride himself in personal hygiene. Sure he was in denial about his sexuality, and he liked his women as loud as his music, but every now and again Tony Stark was good.

If you could get past the daddy issues, the PTSD, the obnoxious behavior, and the need to spend money on the most ridiculous of things Tony wasn't that bad of a person. After 3 months of torture in a cave caused the worst to come out in just about everyone, but it helped Tony realize that people died. And it wasn't until he was sitting in that heat for so long that it hit him, he wasn't invincible because he had money. He couldn't always be saved by body guards, by his PA, by his family friend, trusting people wasn't wise. It didn't always lead to good things. He had learned that trust was often betrayed, brothers stole ideas, fathers crushed hopes and murdered dreams. He had learned so much from those few hours alone that life wasn't fair, and trust earned seemed to crack just as much as trust given.

Tony was in the middle of having a very bad day. Pepper was driving him up a wall; she had been since Coulson had come to visit. The woman was a blessing at times, but he wasn't lying when he said he found her as much as a curse. She was bossy, and though she was soft spoken at times she was feisty. She was always keeping Tony on his toes, never giving him a moments rest once he finally slowed down for a few moments. She always fed him when he hadn't eaten him, and always made sure Jarvis made him leave the Lab, even if she had to lock him out.

Pepper was everything he wanted in a mother, in a care giver, even in the woman that would bear children. But she was not what he was looking for as a partner. The term partner in general was difficult for Tony to gather, seeing as he had little to no experience with it. But it honestly was what he was looking for as of late. He wasn't just looking for a quick lay, no longer was he waiting for a bed warmer, no he was waiting for someone who could level him out, someone who would keep him in line. Pepper often got angry and fought with Tony, she always attempted to change him, and Tony wanted someone who accepted him. Someone who knew just how messed up he really was.

He was practically fuming, still recovering from his second issue, not dealing well with the man who had attempted to take everything from him. Sure, now he had an energy efficient tower, but where was this reward for finding a way to harness that power? He was being a good person! For once in his entire life, he was being good. The Avengers initiative was going to hell; Tony wanted nothing to do with it personally. The fact that they still denied him to be a part of the original was still a fresh wound. He felt that if they didn't need him the first time, if they didn't want him the first time, why now?

His footsteps on pavement soon were made one with the rest of the crowd. The pounding of his heart was covered, and luckily he had enough layers that his arc reactor was covered, the glow doing nothing more than warming his body and making the chill just a bit less noticeable. His collar of a rather expensive pea coat protected his neck with the help of a burgundy and black scarf. The scarf matched well with the beautiful burgundy button up that he currently. As odd as it was he had a pair of sunglasses covering his hazel colored eyes. He was fiddling with a custom made phone, but really it was just a cover, it was much more entertaining to watch the mobs of people rush to finish their Christmas shopping.

Holidays weren't always the best time for Tony; it seemed like a constant reminder of the lack of childhood he had. He always put on a strong front of indifference and pretended to be the same stuck up asshole he normally was, but deep down it was a depressing time for him. His mind always took him back to the time of his phantom of a father, always reminding him of holidays and birthdays missed. Sure his father had showered him with gifts to keep him silent, to make him stop complaining. Eventually it was clear to Tony that his father didn't want to waste the time of day on him.

He hadn't really been paying attention to anything, at least until a flash of black caught his attention from the corner of his eye. His head slowly turned to see what had caught his attention; there standing slightly to his left was a man. At first he couldn't tell it was a man, the black hair that was carefully held atop his head was clearly much longer than any normal man, aside from the skin tight jeans the being wore. At first glance the being looked frightening, tight lines made up his face and the anger was obvious in his tense shoulders. He was extremely tall and his almost emaciated look made him look even taller. There was a harsh scarring on one side of his face, and with the shirt he wore you could see horrific scarring and carving in his skin starting from his collar bone. There were tattoos on his hands, and silver rings piercing his ears, but for some reason Tony couldn't look away. Tony, who often took everything for granted couldn't get enough.

As the man stood in the same spot for a while there was some form of childish awe that came across his face from looking at the decorated cityscape that was New York. The longer Tony stared at the man whose face transformed from an extremely angry man; to an innocent child you could see the beauty in his person. Aside from the scarring his complexion was almost stunning, his skin was pale and though it looked as though at one time it was sickness, it looked healthy and bright. His raven ringlets were glimmering and the way pure snow contrasted with the darkness of his hair was almost unnatural. His eyes were unreal, Tony could tell even from where he was standing that they were one hundred percent real, not enhanced or anything.

He inhaled sharply, finally realizing that he had stopped breathing after his lungs started to burn. His jaw snapped shut and his eyes scanned the area to see if he was the only one, he was of course the only one staring. Everyone around him rushed, except him, and the breathtaking man. Of course he had to ruin it for himself, his mouth opened and the words suddenly came out.

"First time in New York, Handsome?" He questioned with a small smirk on his face as he reached up to pull his sunglasses off.

He watched slightly amused as the angel jumped slightly before slowly turning around. His gemstone eyes staring in a cautious and confused manner, but there was a hint of curiosity hidden deep within the bright orbs. The man glanced around as if he was unsure if Tony had spoken to him.

When Harry made eye contact with the man who had spoken to him he couldn't help but flush. His pale cheeks suddenly warm with color as he took a step back. He took in the man's rich dark hair, his tanned skin, and rich chocolate eyes. His breath caught in his throat as darker man allowed a charming yet boyish grin to cross his mouth. Harry, who had taken revenge on an entire nation, who had spent almost five years in Azkaban, and who had just went toe to toe with a male alpha werewolf was blushing.

"I-….it-…it's my first time in the city." Harry answered meekly; a nervous look had taken home up on his face. His eyes slowly rose to meet once again with Tony's. He decided allowing a small smile to cross his lips in response to the still excited grin of the stranger wasn't so bad. He smiled slightly brighter when he saw the pleased expression on the other man's face.

"Oh? Are you new to town sweet heart?" Tony smiled brightly taking a step closer as he spoke. Harry seemed a bit frightened, but he didn't take a step back this time. Progress, indeed it was progress for Tony. Meanwhile in the back of his mind all he could think of was the fact that Harry sounded like a sexy version of Jarvis, which only seemed to add flame to the attraction to the scarred man.

"I've lived here for a few months, but I've been busy fixing my home up. My uncle has been running for supplies, I haven't made it out much." Harry was rambling, but it seemed to appease Tony enough to make him smile brightly. If Harry had recognized who he was speaking to, he didn't show it. He was embarrassed, and to be honest rather uncomfortable and those weren't good things, his brain to mouth filter dissolved like ice in hot water. "Are you high?" Harry blurted suddenly. His eyes wide as his hand slapped over his mouth and he flushed even darker.

Tony wasn't offended, the question had startled him slightly, but the expression on the man's face caused him to let out a barking laugh. Was he high? No, no that he knew of, this strange snow angel was too blunt indeed.

"Not nearly high enough love!" He said between barks of laughter, his laugh seemed to put Harry at ease even causing him to giggle (manly giggle mind you. Harry Potter only giggles like a man) along with Tony. "Why would you think that?"

"Well, I'm not exactly handsome! And you just appeared out of no where! I don't really look like a sweet heart. And no one has ever called me "love" before! I wasn't sure!" His English drawl seemed to be entertaining to Tony who suddenly offered his hand out to Harry.

"Tony Stark, I can guarantee that I'm not high, my assistant would kill me! People don't call you those things because not everyone can see it." Tony said with a boyish grin. Harry cautiously accepted the hand with a small chuckle.

"Harry Potter, for some reason I trust you Mr. Stark. I'm not sure why, but I think I can believe you." Harry said with a happy smile. He was confused at how well he was taking talking to a stranger, he didn't know why it was so easy for him to trust this man who he had only met moments ago, but it was as easy as breathing.

"How about some I buy you some coffee, Mr. Potter?" Tony asked with a sly grin, using Harry's hand to pull him a bit closer, relishing the warmth that the taller man gave off. "Maybe give you a tour of this little city?" He finished gently patting the back of Harry's hand.

Harry tensed when he was pulled closer to Tony. He wasn't exactly sure how to feel about the almost obnoxiously confident Tony Stark, a man who he had heard of, but honestly was clueless to why he was important. He was frightened at how easy this muggle was to talk with. For being antisocial and locked away for almost five years after being betrayed by those that he trusted. He didn't want to think about what could happen to him mentally if it happened again.

"I-I…I think coffee sounds f-fantastic." He stuttered watching Tony slide his sunglasses back on.

Harry almost bolted when he felt Tony slip his arm through the crook in his arm, but didn't have time as Tony started dragging him off in a random direction, babbling about all the technology in the city, even some of the things he created. Harry couldn't help but smile and feel that this moment was the start of something great!

He only hoped that it lasted.

A/N: Happy 2013 everyone! Sorry I'm a bit late! Hope you liked it!