They landed in a town where the sun wasn't even up yet, still dark and very cold. They were behind a building and there was snow on the ground, making the cement wet and slippery. Harry cast a warming charm on him and sighed at the instant warmth that surrounded him. He glanced around and stepped back from Steve and waited for him to get his bearings. Steve was breathing heavily, his hands curled into fists.

"Is... is it always like that?" Steve asked hesitantly.

Harry grimaced but nodded. "Yeah, but I've gotten used to it. It would have been worse had you kept your eyes open."

"Yeah, I get that now."

Harry snorted and drew his wand, cast a quiet tempus charm. His eyes widened. "Ah shit."

"What?" Steve asked, glancing between Harry and the glowing numbers.

"It's only two weeks until Christmas," Harry muttered, running a hand through his hair. He shook his head and glanced around their corner. "Let's go find Tony."

"Christmas?" Steve repeated, following Harry.

Harry raised an eyebrow but peered around the corner. There were people walking around what appeared to be the downtown of the city, even this early in the morning. A few crowds were near the entrance of what was likely a bar, drinking into the late night to forget. Some of them did a comical double take when they saw the two of them. Captain America in all of his gear and the guy who shape shifted in last year's battle in New York. Harry raised an eyebrow at them and mostly they went about their evening.

"You forgot about Christmas?" Harry asked, as they walked. He could see that the tracking charm was leading them to the end of the street where a... Harry squinted. He couldn't quite make out what was over there in the dark and the falling snow flakes.

"I've been... busy," Steve answered, distractedly. "It's not such... I lost..."

Harry stopped and turned, casting a temporary silencing ward around the two of them. "Christmas isn't a good time for you, is it?"

"No," Steve answered quietly. "It's only been... seven months since... since SHIELD found me in the ice."

"Oh," Harry said. "That means..."

"It hasn't been that long since I fought the Germans," Steve replied, closing his eyes briefly. "And since... I lost my best friend. My..."

Harry sighed. "I'm sorry."

Steve sighed, ran a hand through his messy short hair. "Thanks."

Harry nodded, canceled the silencing charm, and they continued on, dodging a few drunk pedestrians. "Are you talking to anyone about... all this?"

Steve glanced at him as they came to the edge of the bar. "You think I should?"

"I talked to someone right after fighting Voldemort," Harry remarked quietly. "There are some good... we call them mind healers in our world. They're kind of like therapists a little. Or you could talk to someone that knows what veterans go through. You live in Washington, D.C. now, right?"

"Yeah. But... there wouldn't be anyone that would know what I went through," Steve whispered.

"Probably true. I haven't heard of anyone getting stuck in ice for 70 years before. However, you are a veteran though you're still fighting. I don't think it would make much of a difference."

Steve nodded, his lips twitching up into a small smile and they started again, only to stop at the corner. They both heard the familiar hitching breaths around the corner. Steve went on ahead of Harry, hastening over toward their wayward teammate.

"Tony?"

Tony was sitting on the cement, leaning up against the building right behind him. There was a young boy standing in front of him and the kid's eyes widened when he saw them. Tony's eyes widened too and his breathing picked up even more.

"Captain America?!"

Harry smiled a little and watched as Steve unhooked his shield from his back and propped it up against the wall.

"Tony, breathe for me?" Steve murmured, kneeling before the other man. Tony reached out a hand and Steve returned it, grip tightening as soon as they connected. Harry knelt down next to Steve and drew his kit into his lap before glancing at the end of the street. He had had trouble seeing what was over here from where the two of them had landed but he had no trouble now. It looked like a memorial or a tribute. There were... shadows or silhouettes of people on the wall of the building at the end of the street and there were lots of flowers and six crosses marking it.

"Steve? Harry?" Tony croaked out in between breaths.

"I'm here, Tony. What do you need me to do?" Steve asked, beginning to rub soothing circles with his thumb on Tony's wrist.

"I..." Tony started but coughed a few times, causing his breathing to pick up even a little more.

Harry studied him then reached into his bag, drawing out the potion that he wanted and uncorked it. The sound drew both Steve and Tony's attention.

"Tony, this is a calming potion," Harry murmured, handing it to Steve as he reached for it. "It's what I gave to Bruce before Loki and I left for Asgard. It should help you calm down now if you can't catch your breath properly."

Tony stared at him then reached out for it with trembling hands. Steve crept closer, helping the other man drink.

"All of it?" Steve asked, keeping his eyes on Tony.

"That would be preferable," Harry murmured, as Tony drank the potion.

As soon as Tony did, he handed the vial back to Harry, who pulled his wand out and vanished the empty vial.

Tony's breathing evened out and he slumped into Steve's arms, exhausted. Harry crawled back a little and came face to face with the kid again.

The boy was staring at the three of them with wide, awestruck eyes. The kid's gaze was also going to Steve's shield, fingers tentatively reaching out to touch it before the boy thought better of it.

"Are you really Captain America?" the boy asked, looking at Steve before glancing at Harry.

Harry chuckled quietly as Steve turned to look at the kid.

"No, he just cosplays as Cap in his spare time," Tony muttered, still burrowed into Steve's arms. "That's a fake shield. I'm totally not being hugged by the real Captain America."

Steve snorted. "Tony... Why do I put up with you?"

"'Cause you love me?" Tony said, pulling back a little to look at Steve then turned to Harry. "Simba, you're back!"

Harry brought one of his hands up to his forehead and groaned. "Anything but that nickname, Stark. Oh Merlin, why did we come back from Asgard?"

Tony laughed.

"So you're feeling better?" Steve asked, eyes bright with laughter.

"Yes, I am, Cap," Tony replied.

The kid stared between the three of them, still more than a little bewildered.

Harry smiled. "This is the real Captain America. Tony's just teasing you."

"Are you the one who turned into a lion?" the kid asked, looking between Tony and Harry.

"Well, he's not Cap, Thor, Natasha, Clint or Bruce," Tony said, grinning. "I'd say odds are pretty good that it's him."

Harry rolled his eyes and stood up. "So why are you here, in the middle of... wherever we are?"

"There have been terrorist attacks all over the country," Tony explained. "This is where the first one was."

"You were doing this alone?" Steve said, narrowing his eyes.

"Uh... I had Harley with me," Tony answered, gesturing to the kid.

"Hey, leave me out of this," the kid that was apparently named Harley said.

Tony glared at Harley, who edged behind Harry.

Harry snorted.

"Next time, call one of us," Steve ordered, helping Tony to stand up. "I would feel better if you did."

"You mean, call you." Tony looked at Steve and grinned.

Harry's phone beeped just as he was about to say something and he pulled it out. There was a text message from Jarvis on it. "Jarvis sends text messages now?"

Tony glanced over at him, raised an eyebrow. "Of course he does. Who do you think I am? Not programming my AI's to be able to text... what's next?"

Harry chuckled and opened the message, his eyes widening as he read it.

"What is it?" Steve asked.

"Jarvis says he found reports of..." Harry trailed off, smiling. "He found Loki's last child."

Tony's eyes widened. "Loki's last child?"

Harry peered over at him. "I thought you knew? The bunk beds in the room on our floor?"

Tony shook his head. "That was Bruce's idea. He had read something in one of the books he found in the New York library. Loki's children?"

"There are children in the tower now," Steve replied, smiling.

"Huh," Tony muttered.

"You guys mind if I go?" Harry asked, glancing between the two of them. "Loki really wants to reunite with Jor, make sure he's okay."

"Yeah, of course. Go," Steve said. "We'll take it from here."

"You'll have to catch a ride back with Iron Man," Harry said then shook his head. "It'll probably be easier if you do that. Less chance of throwing up."

"Loki!"

Harry landed in their room and immediately shut his mouth upon seeing their bed. Loki wasn't the only person on the bed. Fenrir, Hela and Sleipnir were all curled on the bed, all in various positions around their father. Garm was lying on the floor at the foot of the bed, all spread out with his long, huge legs and paws.

Harry smiled. A few more hours of sleep wouldn't be too bad. Harry quickly changed back into what he wore for sleep then slid into bed, changing into his lion form and curling around Fenrir.

"He's near England?" Loki asked later in the morning as the kids ate breakfast that Harry had cooked.

"That's what Jarvis thought," Harry replied, nodding.

"I wasn't able to get a more specific location," Jarvis said. "I am sorry."

"It's okay. We'll be able to sense where he is," Loki answered. "We'll be able to meet your friends and your godson too."

Harry grinned. "Yeah, seeing Teddy would be nice. Maybe..."

Loki raised an eyebrow.

"He might want to come live with us," Harry remarked. "Now that I have you."

"Teddy?" Fenrir asked, peering up at Harry. "Who's that?"

"He's Harry's kid," Sleipnir answered, stealing a bite of Hela's scrambled eggs as he spoke. Hela pouted and stole a piece of Sleipnir's bacon in retaliation. "The one that I told you about?"

"The one that will smell like wolf?" Fenrir asked, eyes widening.

"Yeah."

"Now, I don't know if he will have to shift like his dad," Harry said, peering down at Fenrir. "He's just half werewolf."

"Okay. I still want to meet him. Can I come?"

Harry and Loki exchanged looks.

"Of course. All of you are coming. You'll want to see your brother right?"

"YES!"