Wow, it's been another two months already. This is my shortest chapter by far, almost like a mini chapter. I've been so focused on making my original fiction chapters concise that I think that carried over here, too.

Just a recap of last chapter, the X-Men (mostly Storm) saved Tony, James and Harry from an attack on Tony's jet, and Tony flew James and Harry to a cabin after they fell out of the jet. Harry and James are now hiding in a closet. Also, one review pointed out I messed up basic gravity physics by saying the plane was falling faster, which is kind of funny because I ended up having my students do an experiment about dropping objects with different weights not long after I posted that.

Harry almost believes he's back in his cupboard. He can reach out and touch the wall, and if he leans far over, he can touch the other side without moving his feet. His dad's legs are rigid, almost like a statue's, reminding Harry that this isn't his cupboard. He hasn't felt a single spider crawl across his skin, either.

His dad is silent, and Harry starts to worry that he really has been frozen again until, suddenly, he says "The X-Men are coming. They are allies. Good guys."

"They winned." Harry adds, but he still clings tight to his dad's leg. From outside the door, he hears Mr. Stark talking, and then Moody's growling voice, but he can't hear what they're saying. Harry holds his breath as footsteps approach, until Mr. Stark's voice is right on the other side of the door. "James? You're vouching for these X-Men?"

"They are allies."

The closet door swings open, and Harry squints in the bright light.

"Can't watch for enemies in a closet unless you've got an eye like mine." Moody scowls at James while the magic eye rolls around like the eyes on craft projects Dudley brought home from nursery school.

"Or a video surveillance system." Mr. Stark says. "Which I have, thank you very much."

Harry points at the wizard. "The en'my a'set disappeared, like you." How could his Batdad watch for them if he couldn't see them?

"I need to take a look at that cloak." Mr. Stark grins, but Moody just glares at him. "What does it do, some sort of retro-reflection spell, like some weird mojo version of Helicarrier panels? Jarvis, what do your scans tell you?"

Mr. Stark's brows lower when Jarvis doesn't answer. Harry waits for Mr. Stark to blame him, but he turns toward Moody instead.

"Protective enchantments might have messed with your muggle tech." Moody doesn't sound very sorry.

"Take them down." Stark orders.

"They're keeping Potter safe."

"That's what you're for!" Mr. Stark throws his hands out. "You can't just cancel all my security measures and expect me to be okay with it. Now undo whatever spells are blocking Jarvis."

With an even bigger scowl, Moody waves his wand.

"I'm back, sir." Jarvis says. "Shall I let the X-Men in?" A screen pops up, showing several people who look like another Justice League. Harry squints, looking for Captain America, like Jarvis showed him earlier, but he doesn't see him anywhere. The woman with white hair who made them float is here. Is that the storm lady his dad was telling Mr. Stark about?

Moody grumbles something, but Mr. Stark nods.

When the X-Men enter the cabin, Harry doesn't hide behind his dad's legs, but stands next to him.

"Are you hurt?" Storm bends down to look Harry in the eye.

"Did you win?" Harry looks at Storm, then Moody.

"We won that fight." Moody grunts. "Won't be the last."

Harry wants to say it will be, but every time his dad beats bad guys, more keep coming for them. "We have to beat all the bad guys. My dad beat a giant, and his dog. He could beat Dumb-Bell-Door if he didn't get freezed."

"The assist is appreciated." Mr. A'set speaks over Harry. "You saved us. Did you save any hostiles for interrogation?"

His metal arm whirs, ready to fight.

Harry tugs his dad's skin hand to ask what that word means, when a deep, growling voice like Moody's says "That's not necessary when we've got Chuck. Not that I mind whipping out my claws and doin' it myself, but Chuck prefers his way."

The man speaking is shorter than Mr. Stark, with hairy arms and a hood like Batman's, only part of it is yellow. He doesn't have a cape over his yellow and blue costume, but Harry can tell he's a superhero.

"Who were they working for?" Harry's Batdad asks. "HYDRA? The Dark Lord?"

"Probably at least one HYDRA mole in SHIELD who found out Agent and his secret agent assistant visited me." Mr. Stark mutters something about how they were supposed to track down HYDRA, but conveniently missed a huge wizard battle.

Mr. Stark turns to the yellow-Batman guy and asks who he is. "I didn't see you fighting."

"You dipped out early, bub. Flew off before I started slashing planes. You got any beer?"

"I usually go for something a bit higher end." Mr. Stark waves a hand at the glass bottles on one shelf, then rummages through a pantry and tosses a can to the man. The man pops the lid and tilts it back.

Harry's Batdad is looking at the man like he's one of those hidden picture books Harry found once when cleaning Dudley's second bedroom. Dudley had torn it up as soon as he saw Harry looking.

"Got a problem?" the man growls at Harry's dad.

"You're Logan." Harry's dad still has that same look, and Logan scowls. Harry watches his hands, even though Logan isn't turning purple like Uncle Vernon.

"How do you know these guys, James?" Mr. Stark asks Harry's dad before Logan can answer. "You guys fight together before? Or did you have to fight them?" Harry knows who would win in a fight- his dad is a lot taller, and just as muscular, and he has his metal arm. Harry doesn't even see any gadgets on Logan's belt.

Logan takes another sip. "You got a voice in your head?"

Mr. Stark is still talking over Logan. "Are there huge battles between wizards and nobody notices? Seriously, how does nobody notice? Most of you didn't have those cloaks, you were totally visible, and even Fury couldn't hide freaking wizards from the world." He gestures to the X-Men. "James said you're mutants."

"We keep ourselves hidden." Moody mutters. "We'd be better hidden now with those enchantments."

"You know, we weren't actually attacked until you showed up." Mr. Stark points at Moody.

"We have to fly again," Harry tells Mr. Stark. "So they can't find us."

"Jarvis, did he hit his head?" Mr. Stark glances at the ceiling before going back to looking at Harry like he's sick. "You do remember what just happened on my jet, don't you, kiddo?"

"You fly faster."

"I actually didn't. That would've ended badly for you. And me, once Pepper found out. Don't tell her about the stunts, okay?"

"We have to fly faster." Harry squeezes his dad's hand. His chest is thumping hard as he shifts from foot to foot. "Gun guys will find us here. We haf'ta go." Harry doesn't see any guns on the X-Men, but his dad said they're good guys.

Storm holds up her hands. "Professor X is making sure nobody will find this cabin. He's still at the school."

Harry asks why Professor X didn't make sure nobody found the plane. Mr. Stark bursts out laughing, and looks at Harry with pride, the way Uncle Vernon looked at Dudley. Harry smiles even though he's not sure what's funny.

"I'm guessing this Chuck guy and Professor X are one and the same?" Mr. Stark doesn't even stop for anyone to answer. "And he's got, what, telepathic powers? I'm kind of hoping not, because that's terrifying, but, hey, what's one more thing on my plate?"

Moody grunts a long word that starts with Legil.

"So, is this just a reading people's thoughts situation, or can he actually go and put thoughts in people's heads?" Mr. Stark pauses and looks over at Harry's Batdad. "Did he go in your head to tell you about X-Men?"

Harry's dad doesn't nod, but says. "Affirmative."

"And you didn't think to mention that some guy was messing with-" Mr. Stark's mouth closes, opens, and he mutters one of those grownup words before saying "Sorry. Hey, can he find a certain national icon frozen in suspended animation? Was James too far away to find before?"

Harry stops listening to Mr. Stark, too busy thinking about the man in his dad's head. He stands on his toes to whisper "Did he try to take your brain?"

"He offered to help fix it."

Harry doesn't see anything broken on his dad's head.

Mr. Stark glances between Harry and his Batdad. "You said something about wizards doing that, right? Taking people's brains? They didn't, you know, offer magic therapy or whatever?"

Harry tightens his hold on his dad. He hasn't seen the old man or the enemy asset since the castle, but they're probably chasing them, too. Harry glances at the X-Men. "Can you tell P'fessor X to take Dumb-Bell-Door's brain?"

"Dumbledore's not an enemy." Moody growls.

"Is so! And the en'my a'set." Harry crosses his arms. "My dad's goin' ta beat them forever. And Hydra."

His Batdad's face is stony. "I need backup."

"That's where we come in," Logan clenches a fist and three long, metal claws slide out of his gloved hand. He stabs one through his empty can before tearing the can back off and crumpling it.

One thing I realized is that in Harry Potter, wizards are hidden from muggles, but in X-Men, the public is more aware of mutants. It wouldn't make much sense in this story for wizards to be as hidden as they are in Harry Potter but for everyone to be aware of mutants. I mean, why hide apparition when Nightcrawler can basically do the same thing? What's the point of hiding Wingardium Leviosa when Magneto can lift metal things?

So I guess mutants are more hidden in this story than they are in canon, to match with wizards. Otherwise Tony would've already guessed Harry was an early-bloomer mutant.