Harry exchanged glances with Loki and strode out of the infirmary but was sidetracked by Loki pulling him into a brief kiss. He groaned, sighing into it before resting his forehead against Loki's.

"Be careful," Loki murmured, pulling his hand back from where it had landed on Harry's neck.

"I'm just going down to the street," Harry replied, grinning a little. "It's not like anything's going to happen to me during this small trip."

Loki raised an eyebrow.

"Alright. I'll be careful!"

Bruce chuckled behind them and Harry could swear he heard Sleipnir snickering.

Harry strode over to the lift and got in as soon as the doors opened.

"Down to the lobby, please, Jarvis," Harry said, glancing out the windows.

The lift moved, heading downward at a pace that was faster than most elevators that he had ridden in.

"How is Tony then?" Harry asked, glancing upward.

"My creator is... he is having the same nightmares as he was having when he got back from Afghanistan," Jarvis replied, sounding rather hesitant. "I believe that they are about what he saw six months ago."

Harry sighed. "I don't suppose he's talking to someone about them, is he?"

"You know Tony," Jarvis said.

"Yeah, I do," Harry remarked, shaking his head in frustration. "I just wish... He has a team now. He could have stayed in New York with Bruce."

The lift was silent for a minute or two before Jarvis spoke again. "I have seen however that he seems to be communicating with the Captain."

"Steve? They're talking?"

"More like texting each other. Your destination, sir."

"Hmm... Thanks, Jarvis."

Harry watched the doors to the lift open and was about to walk out when Jarvis replied.

"His friend, Happy, has been the victim of a terrorist attack however."

"Wait, a terrorist attack? What kind?" Harry asked, staying in the lift for a second. "Is Happy okay?"

"He is in a coma right now and believed to pull through. The Mandarin is at fault for that attack. There have been several bombings in the US while you were gone."

"Okay. Good to know."

Harry cautiously strode through the lobby of Stark Tower, bypassing many Stark Industries employees. The people that were walking through the lobby didn't even bat an eyelash at him, which probably meant something. Probably they had seen more unusual things in the past year what with the alien attack seven months ago. Though he probably would change back into earth clothes at the soonest opportunity as he was still wearing the Asgardian armor and clothes that Loki had given him. He didn't want to draw too much attention to him.

There was a small crowd at the doors and from where Harry was now, he couldn't see into the middle of it. But he could see a few security officers holding back the civilians and the employees. Harry quickly walked toward the doors, gently nudging people aside.

"Excuse me," Harry spoke and as soon as he spoke, people hushed and turned to stare at him. His magic started to flare and he stiffened. He scanned the group, taking in the costumed person on the ground in the middle of the loose circle then he glanced around the people in the group. Harry padded over to stand at the alleged Spiderman's side and knelt, eyes fixed on the three official looking people with wands that were staring at him.

"Mr. Potter, we need to talk to you," one of the wand holding men stated.

Harry glanced at Spiderman, noted the wound on his ankle and scooped him up. "If you want to talk, follow me. Only you three though. I suspect the rest of you have jobs that need doing or better places to be."

The security officers started to shoo people away, making sure to keep everyone away from Harry. They looked like they were well trained and Harry supposed they needed to be seeing as they were employed by Stark Industries. Harry stepped through the doors again and heard the three people from what was probably the American equivalent of the British Ministry of Magic follow him.

"We don't want to take up much of your time, Mr. Potter," the woman in the group said, hands in the pockets of her robes. "We can see that you're busy."

"Thanks," Harry responded and stopped in the lobby, turned to glance at the three and sighed. "I can't let you into the tower. There are children up there that I am not going to allow to be hurt."

"We understand," one of the men responded. "We only wanted to let you know that you have the support of the American contingent of wizards and witches."

Harry raised an eyebrow. "I do?"

"Yes, even though our British counterparts are still in the stone ages, we appreciate having someone like you around," the woman explained. "If you need anything, please do let us know. Our headquarters are in Washington, D.C. like the muggle capital is."

Harry nodded. "Okay. Uh, thanks for letting me know then."

The three of them nodded and turned around.

"Wait."

The man that had spoken turned to glance at him.

"Would you mind... sending someone to keep an eye on Steve Rogers?" Harry asked tentatively. "I don't know where he is but is it possible to find him?"

"Captain America?" the man asked, raising an eyebrow. "Is he in Washington, D.C?"

"Yes and I would check in on him myself but I'm a little busy here," Harry said. "Let him know that I'm around if he needs anything."

"Of course. It shouldn't be too hard to find him with our resources. We'll post an auror by his home," the woman said. "My name is Ava, if you need to get in touch with us."

Harry nodded to them, watched them turn and walk out of the building. He peered down at the person in his arms then turned to go back into the lift, indicating to Jarvis to take him back up to the communal floor with the medical room.

As soon as the lift brought him to his destination, he strode out and went back to the room where everyone was. He could hear Bruce and Loki quietly talking with Loki telling Bruce of the events that took place in the past few months. When he turned into the room, he realized that there was another bed awaiting his cargo.

"Did everything go smoothly?" Loki asked, eyes narrowing briefly as he came to stand in front of Harry, hand reaching out to grasp Harry's shoulder and avoiding the person in his arms. "I can sense other magic around you. Foreign magic."

Harry snorted. "I'm fine. It was only a greeting committee from the American Bureau of Wizards. Apparently, they 'appreciate' having me in the States."

Loki raised an eyebrow. "Anything else?"

"They didn't attack me if you're wondering," Harry replied, rolling his eyes. "I do think that they're more civilized than their British counterparts, even if I've only met the three of them."

"More civilized?" Bruce asked, looking up from stitching up one of Fenrir's cuts. Fenrir's broken arm was already splinted and the boy was sitting up, propped up by three or four pillows. Fenrir was also following Bruce's every move with his eyes, as if he was unsure about the scientist/doctor. He could probably, if Harry was to guess, sense that Bruce was not a normal human being in the way that Fenrir and Sleipnir weren't normal children. The blanket that Harry had conjured was still wrapped tight around the kid. "You haven't really told me about British wizards."

"They are cowards, all of them," Loki remarked, gazing at Harry with a fond expression, as he went to put down Spiderman. Sleipnir followed them, peered down at the costumed and masked person.

"He looks funny in that," Sleipnir commented, looking up at Loki and Harry.

Bruce raised an eyebrow. "You want to explain that?"

"The adults forced kids to fight for them," Loki explained.

"Not all of them were bad," Harry mentioned, walking over to stand over Spiderman's ankle. The bullet wound was wrapped up in something, something that looked an awful lot like spider webs. But it wasn't as Harry lightly touched it. It was tough, sticky but it clearly wasn't made from a spider if he was any judge. His and Ron's trip into the forbidden forest in their second year had made them well acquainted with spider webs. The person in the costume was starting to groan, waking up slowly. "The Order of the Phoenix were my friends and my godfather and surrogate godfather were good people."

"Yes," Loki agreed, wrapping an arm around Harry's waist. "The others however... I would have liked to show them what I thought of their cowardice."

"Well... my aunt and uncle are still around," Harry muttered, leaning into Loki a little. "I wouldn't object to you talking some sense into them."

Loki's green eyes lit up, full of mischief and love. "I need to retrieve Hella and Jor first though. Harry, would you look after these two?"

"Of course," Harry said then going quiet as Spiderman seemed to fully wake up.

"Where... am I?" The voice that came from Spiderman was young and male, exhausted and a little... If Harry wasn't mistaken, there was a tiny amount of grief in the voice.

"You're just a kid," Bruce said, a little curiously, tying off the stitches on Fenrir's arm. Since Fenrir wasn't acting like he was in pain, Harry figured that either Loki or Bruce had given him something for the pain.

"Who... Dr. Banner?"

"Yeah, that's me," Bruce remarked.

"Why... what happened? The last I remember..." Spiderman trailed off, sitting up and yelping. "Ow. That hurt."

Harry snorted. "You apparently lost consciousness right before the door to Stark Tower."

"Tony renamed it," Bruce commented, glancing at Harry. "It's now Avengers Tower."

"Ah, that would make sense," Loki said then smiled. "Stark would announce to the world that this is Avengers Tower in the least subtle way."

"Oh," Harry muttered, remembering the 'A' outside the tower. "That could prove..."

Loki stared at him, raised an eyebrow. "Hmm?"

"I might want to ward this tower heavily," Harry replied then shrugged. "I don't know if there are any people who dislike us enough to attack us here though."

Spiderman turned his head, looking around the medical room. "I'm in Avengers Tower?"

"Yes, you are," Bruce said, nudging Fenrir's hand away from touching a black bruise. "Would you like us to look at your ankle?"

"I... if you wouldn't mind? I didn't want to go to a hospital anyway."

"Since Bruce is busy, I could do it," Harry said, drawing his wand out. "What exactly happened for you to receive a bullet in your ankle anyway?"

"Haven't you been reading the news? Wait," Spiderman stopped and turned to stare at him through his mask. Or at least Harry thought he was being stared at. "You're the guy who turned into the lion in the battle of New York seven months ago. And you're... Loki?"

Harry and Loki exchanged bewildered looks.

"Yeah, we're those guys," Harry responded hesitantly. "I'm Harry Potter."

"I am Loki, of Asgard." Loki nodded

"Wow! So you're a wizard. Awesome! It's nice to meet you," Spiderman said.

Harry chuckled.

"Who are you?" Sleipnir asked, coming over to stand next to Loki. "You know my father and my father's 'date'. We don't know who you are."

"Sleipnir, he doesn't have to tell us if he doesn't want to," Harry said then glanced up at the ceiling. "Jarvis, could you pull up all the news pertaining to Spiderman? I want to catch up everything that we've missed."

"'Missed'?" Spiderman asked, a little gratitude coming through his voice. "I thought... Where are all the other Avengers anyways?"

Harry glanced over at Bruce, who was washing his hands after finishing up with Fenrir. The other man nodded at him when Harry caught his eyes then turned back to putting the medical supplies away.

"Iron Man is in California," Harry answered cautiously, watching all the articles and blogs about Spiderman come up in the air next to the bed. "Thanks, Jarvis."

"You're welcome."

The articles were about the increase of criminals going to jail, without any police help. There were a few photos of Spiderman climbing a wall of a building and a lot of videos showing the masked hero swinging high up in the air. Then came the reports of a giant lizard in Manhattan, running across one of the bridges and throwing cars off the road.

"Giant lizard, huh?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah..." Spiderman said quietly. "I just took care of him earlier. That's when I got shot by a police officer, on the way to help Dr. Connors."

Bruce came over while Loki moved to scoop up Fenrir, who had fallen asleep. "I'm going to go tuck him into our bed, Harry. I'll be there with him."

"Okay," Harry replied, peering down at Fenrir and placing a kiss on the boy's forehead. "Sweet dreams, kiddo."

Loki smiled and called over to Sleipnir, who was looking more than a little tired himself. Before they left, Loki leaned over to kiss Harry. Harry smiled into it as Loki deepened it briefly then pulled away. He watched his little family walk off toward the lift that would take them to their own floor, which they hadn't yet explored.

"Goodnight, Sleipnir!" Harry called to the boy. Sleipnir waved back, yawning.

"Dr. Connors?" Bruce echoed, smiling at Harry and the kids then turning back to Spiderman. "He was the cause of the giant lizard?"

Spiderman shook his head. "No."

Harry nodded idly, reached out with his wand to touch the webbing around the wound. "I'm just going to look at your wound, okay?"

"You can heal it with magic," Spiderman said, a little excitedly. "I want to know what it feels like."

Harry chuckled quietly, whispering a quiet banishing charm and pointing his wand at the webbing. "I don't think it feels like anything except your wound being healed."

Once the wound was visible, Harry cast a cleaning charm on his hands and on the wound itself. "Bullet went clean through so it should be easier to heal. What kind of material is the webbing? It's not real spider web string."

"Oh, it's material made by Oscorp," Spiderman explained. "Handy stuff."

"For you, maybe," Bruce said. "Do you feel like telling us what happened to you? For you to be able to climb buildings, it's certainly interesting for a scientist like me."

"Since you're an Avenger..."

"Your secret's safe with us," Harry said, murmuring a few charms for healing. He felt his magic move through his body, flowing from him into the wand and into the wound, cleaning and knitting veins together. However, the wound was already quickly healing itself, so much so that the wound probably would have been healed fully by tomorrow. Magic knit the wound back together then Harry reached into the pack that he had brought back from Asgard and pulled out a few potions.

"... bitten by a spider at Oscorp," Spiderman was saying. "A few hours later, I was like this. Stronger, faster, better reflexes and I healed a little faster."

"A spider did this to you?" Harry asked, eyes widening briefly. "How big of a spider was it?"

"Meet many giant spiders in your day, huh?" Spiderman asked, chuckling a little.

"Well... I'm not at all bragging but I've seen a spider that was the size of a small elephant," Harry remarked, grinning a little and pulling out a potion for pain.

Bruce stared at him, eyes wide. "You've seen a spider the size of a small elephant?"

"You've gotta be kidding me," Spiderman said, disbelief coloring his tone.

"No, I'm not kidding. And yeah, it was the size of a small elephant," Harry replied, smiling. "It's dead now though."

"Oh," Spiderman said, relief filling his voice. "Good."

"'Good'?" Harry said. "I thought being Spiderman... you would have liked spiders?"

"Noooo. Nope."

Harry held out the potion, sensing Spiderman's questioning look. "Here. It should help with the pain."

The kid took it, pulling up his mask to uncover his mouth and drank the potion down. "Ugh, this tastes so bad."

"Yeah, that's the only downside to magic potions," Harry remarked. "They taste bad but they do their job well."

"I gotta get going," Spiderman muttered after handing the potion vial back to Harry. "It's late."

Bruce nodded. "Alright. If you need any help or anything, you're welcome back."

"Or if you need backup," Harry added. "We'll be around."

Spiderman nodded, stood up. He didn't yelp this time as the kid put weight on his ankle.

"Your foot will be tender for an hour or so, I should think," Harry said, running a hand through his hair. "Try not to do anything too stressful."

"Will Captain America be coming around anytime soon?" Spiderman asked hesitantly, walking over to the closet window and opening it.

Harry started but stopped when the kid seemed confident enough. Though Harry did walk up to the wall to watch.

"I'm not sure whether the Captain will be coming back soon," Bruce said, rubbing his chin. "I think he's busy with a mission for SHIELD right now."

"Ahhh," Spiderman said, sounding like he was pouting under the mask. "Could I come back to meet him?"

"Yeah, of course," Harry replied. "Tony might like to meet you when he comes back from California too."

"Oooh, yeah. I'd like to meet Mr. Stark too," Spiderman said. "And Thor too?"

"He's in Asgard now," Bruce answered, glancing at Harry, who nodded.

"I don't know when he's coming back," Harry said. "But hey, we'll be here. Jarvis will let you in to the elevator anytime. Or just not turn on the alarm when you climb up the tower."

Spiderman chuckled then stepped up to the window sill and jumped out. Harry's eyes widened as he watched the costumed hero fall for a few seconds then Spiderman slung some webbing out, attaching himself to the building next to the tower.

"Huh, well..." Harry trailed off, heading back to the door. "Guess we've missed a lot."

Bruce snorted, grinning at him.

AN: Happy belated holidays!