A bit of a shorter chapter for everyone. There is a bit of a lemon at the end of the chapter but it's not marked.

My brain has been working overtime on three different stories so this has taken a bit longer than I wanted but it's out now lol. Hope you all enjoy it.

The portkey took them directly into the Ministry atrium, complete with a gaggle of Press waiting for them. Groaning, Harry leaned into Steve's side when he spotted familiar blond hair and acid green glasses. "Of all people, it had to be Rita Skeeter."

"Just try to ignore her Mo grá," Steve tried to reassure his husband. "Without your glasses or scar, they won't recognize you. Remember that you are a lord." Chuckling, Harry allowed Steve to pull him through the atrium while the rest of their family closed ranks around him.

At the main entrance, a pair of aurors were waiting with pleasant smiles on their faces. "Good morning my lords. Due to the severity of the meeting and the large number of members, the Ministry has asked that everyone check their wands."

Nodding, Severus was the first to approach the security desk and hand over his wand. The security wizard nervously scanned his wand before handing it back with a quiet "Have a nice day Professor Snape."

"As I am sure your paperwork has told you it is Lord Prince," Severus sneered at his former student. "Perhaps you should remember to check your work."

Fully cowed it took the clerk a few moments to realize more people were waiting for entrance. Clearing his throat, the clerk gestured for the next person to come forward. Lucius shared a look with Draco and Clint before moving forward. After Lucius and Draco had their wands examined the security wizard turned expectantly at Clint.

"Sorry man," Clint shrugged. "I'm no wizard."

The wizard stood and looked outraged. "Security! There is a muggle here!"

Lucius rolled his eyes and sighed. "If you would look at the list of expected witnesses there are several non-magicals attending today's meeting. Clearly, they need to replace you if you are incapable of reading a simple list."

"Y-yes, of course, Lord Malfoy. My apologies. Who's next?"

Theodore led the Avengers through the security checkpoint, leaving Steve and Harry to go last. Steve made his way over first. Sighing, Steve reached into his robe and pulled out his wand. As he handed it over Steve turned to glare at Tony and Bucky, daring them to say anything.

"Oak, phoenix tail, thirteen inches. Been in use…four months?"

"That is correct," Steve accepted his wand back while ignoring the snickers from Tony, Bucky, and Clint. It had been the same since Steve got his wand back in July. Theodore had worked with Arthur to have Steve take his OWLs and NEWTs. While he may not have gotten as good marks as Harry had, Steve had gained 12 OWLs and 8 NEWTs. Since coming home with his wand, his brothers had been making jokes about its length.

Harry was the last one of their group who needed to go through. Cautiously Harry handed over his wand, glad that he no longer had the holly and phoenix feather wand. Having a new wand, combined with no longer needing glasses and having gotten rid of his scar, made it less likely that he would be recognized…right up until anyone found out about his title.

Scanning the wand, the security wizard's eyes widened, and he stared at Harry. Sighing, Harry just held out his hand. "If I could have my wand back, please?" Speechless the other wizard simply passed over the wand. As he made his way through the barrier, Harry noticed the security wizard press a button on his desk.

"I feel like this is a trap," Harry told Steve as they followed the others through the halls. "This whole farce is nothing more than an excuse to get me back under their control."

"What did Stonehammer say when you saw him last week?"

"The Ministry has continued their efforts in trying to take over the Potter title. The Minister is claiming that because I broke the marriage contract, I should forfeit my title."

"That's ridiculous," Steve was offended. "How dare they?"

Harry shrugged and pressed himself into Steve's side. "Stonehammer was telling me that because of our soul bond being completed before the contract was signed it makes the contract null and void. The only problem is the whole time travel thing though the goblins are holding that secret tightly and refuse to tell the Ministry, unfortunately, the Ministry won't listen and continually demands that the goblins hand over my money."

"That's why they added the treason clause. They want you to show up and hand over your title and money. Those selfish cowards."

"Save some of that righteous anger for the idiots in the chambers," Harry laughed. "You're going to need it if I remember correctly."

"Do we have any idea who the Minister is?" Steve asked, directing his question to the front of the group.

"I haven't paid the British Ministry any attention since we left," Lucius shrugged his shoulders. "We left for a reason, and I decided to never look back." Lucius was the first to enter the chambers and immediately wanted to leave.

"Lord Grant!" one of the elder lords called out as the group entered the Wizamont chambers. "It is good to see that you have finally decided to join us in these hallowed halls."

Theodore looked down his nose at the other lord. "First of all, it is now Chéad Grant. (Former.) I passed the lordship to my grandson."

"You can't do that!" Another lord jumped up looking offended. "A lordship is for life. You cannot just pass along the title whenever you wish."

"Unlike you Norman wizards who have decided to cage yourselves in, we Celtic lords have always retained the ability to stand down and let younger minds take over. It does no one good when the ruling classes remain stagnant. When those who make the laws remain the same for decades, no changes can be made and that leads to civil revolt." Behind him, Steve and Harry were trying hard to hide their snickers.

"Yes…well…" the two lords slowly backed up and returned to their seats.

Shaking his head, Theodore turned to the others. "Steven, you and Hadrian should head up to your seats. I'll stay with the Avengers down here."

"A good idea," Severus nodded. "Clint, you need to come with us. Stay with Draco no matter what. You have protection with him. Remember, if anyone asks who you are you tell them that you are Heir Consort Prince-Malfoy."

Clint nodded and took Draco's hand. He was feeling a little overwhelmed by all of this. While he knew that Draco's family were lords from an older line and had lots of money, seeing all these trappings was really hitting him. Numbly, he allowed his husband to pull him to their seats.

Theodore guided the rest of the Avengers to a group of seven chairs set aside for them. He was looking forward to seeing his grandsons take down these idiots with the help of their family.

Glad for the magic that controlled the seats, Harry followed Steve to an open pair of seats close to where his dads were. The moment they sat; the chairs changed taking on their coat of arms. Now all they could do was wait for the Minister to show up. Harry was stressed and nervous, a large part of him wanted to run and hide while a much smaller part needed to stay and prove that this was it, that no one else would be coming after him.

Thankfully, as they were some of the last ones to arrive, they were not forced to wait long. Only a few moments later the Minster entered with their entourage. It was easy to recognize Percy, acting as the court scribe, followed by a group of women. Once seemed familiar to him, though he could not place her. Perhaps I went to school with her child, Harry thought. Then there was something that looked like a large pink toad, while two other women followed. The last person to sit on the dais made Harry swear.

"Hermione fucking Granger. How the fuck did she become Minister?"

Steve shrugged. "Not sure. Did Arthur or Jay say anything about her facing charges?"

"No," Harry shook his head, kicking himself for not asking. "They said some of the conspirators were facing house arrest or short jail times, but most had given evidence against him for their freedom."

"She was probably one of those that turned on him," Steve glared at the woman. Harry had told him what she had said to him when he returned to his time, along with the stories of their time in school. It didn't take a genius to see that she was using him to get what she wanted. "She probably used the sympathy of being used by Dumbledore as a child to move up in the ministry. Now, she's in charge. I'll bet most of the lords only follow out of fear of being accused, either for being a Death Eater or a Dumbledore sympathizer."

"My apologies Minister," Lucius stood and interrupted the ranting upstart, making Steve and Harry pay attention again. "By what rights does the Wizengamot claim to be able to charge Thor Odinson, Crown Prince of Asgard, with a crime?"

"Oh, well…We said nothing of charging the prince with a crime. We just wanted him here to ask about the attack," one of the other women quickly tried to backtrack.

"And what about this Phantom?" Severus continued while hiding his smirk. "The man performed magic in Poland, not England."

"Hem, hem," the pink frog stood and looked down at the others. "We have reports that the person behind the mask is an English wizard. As such he falls under our laws."

"But the Avengers do not," Lucius pointed out.

"Like with Thor," the Minister quickly backpedalled. "We only wish to ask them and their leader questions."

"And what about this so-called leader of the Avengers? Where is he? Did he decide not to come?" One of the elder lords asked scoffing. Steve slowly stood and cleared his throat. "What can we do for you lord…?"

"Captain Steven Grant Rogers. Lord Grant, Lord Consort Potter-Black. I am Captain America, the leader of the Avengers."

"You can't be Consort Potter-Black!" a red-haired woman screamed from the visitor stands. "That is supposed to be MY title!"

"And you are?" Steve thought he knew who the annoying screamer was, but he wanted it confirmed.

"I am Ginny Weasley, and I had a marriage contract with Harry Potter. I was supposed to be Lady Potter until that traitor ran away from our world. The coward was found in breach of contract and the Ministry decided to give me the Potter title. Only the stupid goblins refused my claim."

"I have to agree with Miss. Weasley," Lord MacMillan smirked. "The Potter title was given to her as recompense for a broken contract."

"The contract was never broken as it was never fully legal," Harry said calmly without bothering to stand.

"Don't speak of things you do not understand!" Molly Weasley shrieked. "The contract between my Ginny and Harry Potter was signed by myself and Harry's magical guardian, Albus Dumbledore! After all, we did for that ungrateful brat, we deserve that money!"

"Perhaps my lord, after you introduced yourself, you might further explain why you believe the contract to be false," Hermione spoke down to the impudent lord.

Steve gave Harry's hand a squeeze as he stood. "I am Auror Major Hadrian Jamison Rogers. Lord Potter-Black, Lord Consort Grant. Lord Grant is my soul-bonded husband."

The hall went wild.

Shaking his head Harry sat down and leaned back in his chair. "Well, that was fun," Harry whispered to Steve who was laughing.

Steve leaned closer to whisper in Harry's ear not wanting anyone else to overhear. "No, what is truly fun was having you tied up and unable to escape me last night. I have plans for tonight as well."

"That is not helping Steve." Harry glared at his husband. Unrepentant, Steve just shrugged.

In their seating, Bucky and Tony were trying hard not to laugh. Both were enjoying the show that Steve and Harry were putting on. They had forced Harry to talk with them before coming here so that they would have some understanding of what was going on. Harry hadn't told them much, but from what little he did share, had put them on edge. It was good to see that their brother was getting in a few shots of his own.

Though, as Bucky watched his brothers, he couldn't help but shudder. "Oh god," he groaned.

"What?" Tony asked.

"Steve is talking sex with Harry right now."

"Do I want to know how you can tell?"

"Probably not," Bucky chuckled. "But you have to remember that I lived with them for years when they had to hide their relationships. I've learned their tells."

"Right. I forgot about that."

Hermione stood and glared down at Harry. "Unfortunately, the only way the contract is void is if your bond was completed before it was signed. I know for a fact that Captain America crashed his plane into the artic in nineteen-forty-five and was not found until two-thousand and twelve. The marriage contract between Ginny Weasley and Harry Potter was signed in nineteen-eighty-seven. So, there you can't have completed the bond beforehand."

"The Minister is correct," the other women nodded. "It is simply impossible for the Lords Potter-Black and Grant to have completed their bond before the contract was signed. This means that you Lord Potter-Black are in breach of contract. Your marriage to Lord Grant shall be dissolved and you will marry Miss Weasley before the month is out and sire a child within a year."

Harry and Steve both glared at the pair unable to believe what they were hearing. They both knew that the instant Harry admitted to having travelled through time he would be arrested and taken to the Department of Mysteries to be dissected and studied.

"You dare to step between a soul bonded couple?" Another lord spoke out. "This is one of our most sacred bonds and you are going to dissolve it on the whims of a selfish gold-digger?"

"My daughter is not a gold-digger!" Molly screeched. "All she wants is to fulfill the marriage contract. How dare you imply otherwise."

"It does not matter as the pair are clearly bonded," the lord argued. "There is no power that can dissolve their bond."

"Hem, hem. Lord Potter-Black is still clearly in breach of contract," Umbridge pointed out with a smug smile. "If their bond cannot be dissolved then he must give the title and vaults of Potter to Miss. Weasley."

"Excuse me," Theodore stood and levelled the entire Wizengamot with a death glare. "Please explain to me how this meeting to discuss how the actions of Prince Thor and Phantom affect the wizarding world has turned into an attack on my grandsons. Unless of course, the Minister and her lackeys have used us in an attempt to gain control over Lord Potter-Black. Just as Dumbledore did. And I for one find it disgraceful."

"That is slander!" the pink toad shrieked. "While we are unable to charge Thor with his crimes due to his cowardice of not staying on planet, the same cannot be said for this Phantom. At the very least, he has broken the statute of secrecy by telling these muggles about the magical world."

From the shadows, Jared slowly came forward with two goblins. "I would choose your next words carefully Minster, for they may bring war down upon your head."

"I don't know who you are, but you are clearly not a British citizen nor were you asked in for questioning," Hermione shrieked. "So, I suggest you remove yourself from this courtroom before I have you removed."

Jared slowly smiled and his three brothers instantly recognized it as one he used when he was about to verbally eviscerate someone. "Clearly, Minister, you have not been reading your mail. If you had," he continued not letting her interrupt. "If you had, you would know that by requesting the presence of the Avengers, all of whom are considered American citizens, you also invited the Ambassador of MACUSA. And since you have also called into question the actions of a wizard on foreign soil, regardless of their citizenship and the actions of the Asgardian Prince, the ICW has also sent a representative."

Hermione rolled her eyes, "am I to assume that you are the MACUSA ambassador?"

"Oh no, Minister. Chéad Grant is the ambassador for MACUSA. The Supreme Mugwump Abamonti sent me. The other communities are quite displeased with how the British have been dealing with this issue and many others."

"How dare they!" Hermione shrieked. "They have no idea what it's like here and cannot judge."

"Yes, we can," Jared smirked. "We have had multiple undercover agents living in Great Britain for the last thirty years. Their reports leave much to be desired. Yours is the only community still not integrating no-Maj technology, nor have you updated your curriculum in the last fifty years! Most of your, as you call them, muggle-borns leave your country within ten years of their graduation. Each of them claiming asylum from your country."

"That is simply preposterous!"

Jared reached out and accepted a large folder from one of the goblins. "This is a list of every single magical that has requested asylum in the last five years. All of them are from non-magical families. On top of that issue, you are now daring to try and separate a soul bonded couple while trying to enforce an illegal marriage contract."

"That contract was completely legal," Molly stood and yelled at Jared. "It was signed by myself and Albus Dumbledore."

"Unfortunately for you, Dumbledore was not legally Lord Potter-Black's magical guardian. He used his position as Supreme Mugwump in a closed session to seal the Potter's will and appoint himself guardian. After which, he abandoned the child in the non-magical world. Now, after everything this world did to him, you are trying to dissolve his bond and steal his lordship."

"It doesn't matter what happened during his childhood," Hermione stated trying hard to keep her temper under control. "It is not our fault that he ran away at the end of our fourth year, staying in hiding for ten years when he should have been here, fighting for us. He had obligations to the wizarding world, and he abandoned us. This is how he pays."

Chéad Grant stood and calmly made his way over to where Jared was standing. "If you'll excuse me for interrupting your temper tantrum. I feel the need to remind you that Lord Grant and Lord Potter-Black are both American citizens and under the protection of MACUSA. If this government persists in their petty attempts of revenge against Lord Potter-Black, then MACUSA will place a trade embargo against the British government. The same will happen if you continue your attempt to press charges against the Avengers or Phantom."

Theodore paused but continued to stare at the Minister. Hermione for her part was shocked, not quite believing that the other communities would dare, yet she could not doubt the sincerity in the two men's faces. "Minister," one of the women said quietly. "Perhaps it is better to end this session and leave Lord Potter-Black alone."

"Madame Bones," the pink toad said, trying to sound outraged. "Surely you are not suggesting that we allow these criminals to go free?"

"I see no criminals here Madame Umbridge," Bones answered. "As the minister said, we only asked the Avengers here to answer some questions. Now I find out that this meeting was a trap for Lord Potter-Black to steal his lordship. I for one refuse to be the reason MACUSA and other countries place a trade embargo against us. Merlin only knows what else they may do. I suggest you call an end to this meeting Minister before this situation becomes unsalvageable."

Around the room, people cried out both for and against an end to the meeting. Hermione could only fall back into her seat, unsure of what to do. All she could think of was how Dumbledore would solve this problem. "Very well," she said over the noise quieting everyone down. "We shall bring an end to this meeting. I would, however, like to request that we be allowed to speak with the Avengers and Phantom at a later date regarding this issue."

"Of course," Theodore smirked. He knew that the minister was hoping for more time to plan a new way of trying to steal his grandson's lordship. "You will just have to submit that request through me. The same regarding any issues with the Lords Grant, Prince, Malfoy, and Potter-Black as they are all American citizens, residing in the United States."

Harry nearly laughed as he watched the smug look on Hermione's face fall. He knew that she wouldn't stop, but it was nice to know that not only was this attempt thwarted, but he had people on his side protecting him from her attempts. It was a relief to know that once he was home, she could do nothing to him.

Hermione was having a difficult time controlling her fury at the ambassadors. "I call an end to this meeting. Have a good day gentlemen." Standing, she stalked out of the chambers with Umbridge on her heels.

Steve stood and offered his husband a hand and pulled him up. "Come Mo grá, let's go home." Sharing a look with Sev and Luc, Steve headed down towards the others. He was glad that the other four had made their way to the Avengers, along with his Granddad and Jared. Unfortunately, the same could not be said for him and Harry. They had only reached the lower level when they were surrounded by a sea of angry redheads.

"Harry James Potter, how dare you!" Molly yelled. "You were supposed to defeat He-who-must-not-be-named, then marry Ginny. Instead, you run away! Your parents would be ashamed of you, you pathetic little coward!"

"Excuse me, ma'am," Steve gently pushed Harry behind his bulk. "But I will have you know that my husband is one of the bravest men I've known, and I will ask you to leave him in peace."

"Leave him in peace!" Molly continued. "Where was our peace when he abandoned us for ten years!"

"Surely you are not suggesting that the entirety of the British wizarding world was incapable of standing up and fighting Voldemort? That you were quite ready and willing to allow your own sons to fight when they were only children?"

"NEVER! I never allowed any one of my children to fight while they were still in school."

Steve smirked at her, glad that she had fallen into his small trap. A brief glance around showed that everyone in the chamber was paying attention to them. "And yet, you fully expected Harry to do so. Wars should never include children and shame on you or anyone else who thinks otherwise."

While Molly was momentarily stunned into silence Ginny was not. "It's okay Harry," she tried to coo. "You don't have to hide behind your kidnapper any longer. We can have the bond he forced on you removed so you and I can get married."

Harry could only blink at the girl, not quite believing what he was hearing. "Are you stupid? Do you honestly have no idea what a soul-bond is? A soul-bond cannot be forced upon someone, nor can it be removed. Oh, and just so you know, even if I hadn't left and hadn't met Steve, I would never have married you. I would rather have lost my magic than be forced into a marriage with you."

"A soul-bond is an interesting thing," a voice said from behind them. Turning, the pair saw Hermione standing with a group of hooded people on the stairs. "Most bonds take quite a while to become defined, far longer than you claim to have been together. I have been given important information that clams you have travelled through time. It certainly would explain several things." Here she paused to give Harry a smug, condescending smile. "Lord Potter-Black you will be taken by the Unspeakables to the Department of Mysteries to be taken apart and studied."

Steve tightened his grip on Harry's arm but didn't step in front of his husband. Behind them were the Weasleys and he doesn't know what they will do if they get a hold of Harry. I should have brought my shield, he thought.

Beside him, Harry just gives her an evil smile. "You really want to do this Granger? Because there is only one person in Britain who knows the truth and would have told you."

"And who might that be Lord Potter-Black?" Madame Bones asked.

"Dumbledore of course. He was one of the few people who knew the truth. I have no doubt that he had plans to use this information to get me under his control. Unfortunately, for him, he was arrested before he could put his plan into motion. Though he clearly had enough time to tell Granger his plans so that she could get herself elected and continue his plans. Isn't that right, Minister?"

Bones stares at the minister in disbelief. She, like so many others, believed Granger's claims of being manipulated, controlled, and bespelled. Now, it was looking like she was a willing participant in Dumbledore's plans. "Is this true? Have all your ideas come from Dumbledore?"

Hermione stood up straighter and pushed her hair back. "So, what if they did. Professor Dumbledore was a great man. He should never have been arrested! He was going to do wonderful things for our world, and you all ruined it!"

Madame Bones could only stare at the Minister, not believing what she was hearing. Twisting her head, she looked at the man the ICW had sent. Clearly, he had been expecting something like this. He gave her a knowing smirk and at that moment Amelia Bones knew that the ICW would be taking over their government.

Even though the information regarding Lord Potter-Black had come from Dumbledore the Unspeakables were eager to get their hands on him. The leader of the Unspeakables ignored the arguing women and reached for their prize. This wasn't the first person that had time travelled, but he was the first they had found alive and the Unspeakables were not about to let this specimen go.

Bucky and Tony were keeping a close eye on their brothers. They had been on edge since first hearing about this meeting and being separated was only making it worse. "You keep an eye on those assholes in the cloaks," Bucky whispered to Tony. "I'll watch the red hoard." Bucky knew that the ones in the cloaks were the real threat and while he didn't have any weapons, other than some knives, his husband did.

Tony nodded, understanding what his husband meant. The moment the asshole in the cloak reached to grab Harry, he activated the repulsor watch and let off a shot. "Don't touch my stuff."

Around them, the wizards pulled their wands and aimed them at Tony. Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out a coin-sized object. Not looking away from the Unspeakables he resized Steve's shield and passed it over. With a flick of his fingers, Harry summoned all the Unspeakables' wands. "I would rethink that if I were you. I don't want to brag, but none of you stand a chance against me, never mind when the Avengers start fighting. Stand down now, before I really get mad."

"Do not listen to him!" Hermione shrieked. "Take him into custody. I want him studied! We need to know how he travelled through time."

Wanting to unlock the secrets of time the Unspeakable did not hesitate to take Lord Potter-Black. The next moment he was crashing into the far wall. Harry held out his empty hands and smiled. "Care to try again?" There was a small part of Harry that was enjoying this, he hadn't taken on this many competent wizards since before the war. It didn't hurt that Steve was there watching.

The Unspeakables looked at each other, not quite sure what this lord was thinking. He was unarmed and challenging a dozen of the highest-ranking Unspeakables in the country. Together, the Unspeakables pulled their spare wands and advanced on the target.

Steve looked at Harry and raised his eyebrow in question. He knew that Harry could take them on by himself, he just wanted to know if his husband wanted help or not. Seeing Steve's question, Harry shook his head. This one he wanted to do alone, prove to himself and others that he still could kick ass. Lowering his shield, Steve took a couple of steps back. While he was willing to let Harry fight on his own, Steve wasn't going to leave his husband's back unguarded.

Bucky watched the scene with s sense of glee. It had been too long since he watched his brother let loose. Reaching out he put his hand on Tony's wrist and lowered his arm. "Keep your eyes open but let Harry deal with these assholes."

For three-point two seconds, Harry debated pulling his wand but chose against it. Not like he needed it anyway. Harry waited until they began throwing spells before making his move. Waving his hand Harry banished the incoming spells. "Anything else you would like to try?" he asked feeling rather bored. "No? Okay, my turn then." Raising his hands Harry shot bursts of pure magic at each of his attackers knocking them off their feet before sending a stunning spell at each of them and conjuring ropes to tie them up.

"Are we done now? Can we go home? I've had enough of England for multiple lifetimes," Harry snarked. He didn't wait for anyone to answer, instead, he headed for the doors, trusting his husband and brothers to watch his back.

Steve watched his husband go with a proud smile on his face. He turned to face Madame Bones, "I believe that you can remove our children's names from the Hogwarts list. They will attend Ilvermorny instead. Have a nice day." Casting a sticking charm on his shield, Steve put the shield on his back and followed Harry out of the chambers.

Harry almost let out a sigh of relief when he escaped the chambers, but he knew better. Sure enough, the were Weasleys waiting for him there. "Dia a shábháil dúinn!" (God save us!)

"Harry! There you are, mate!" Ron Weasley rushed forward trying to hug Harry.

Steve seeing this quickly pulled Harry back against his chest and glared at the redhead. "Can we help you, sir?"

"Who the hell are you? Mate, why are you hanging out with arseholes like this?"

"Weasley, this is my husband Captain Steven Rogers, Lord Grant."

"What the hell Harry? You're supposed to marry Ginny!"

"First of all, Ronald. I never liked girls that way, never mind Ginny. Second, it is no one's business who I've married. And third. Get out of my face." Angrily, Harry pushed Ron out of his way with one hand while tugging Steve along with the other. "Imeacht gan teacht ort! Go n-itheann an cat tú agus go bhféadfadh an diabhal an cat a ithe!" (Go away and don't come back! May the cat eat you and may the devil eat the cat!"

Ron watched Harry go not quite believing what had happened. Getting angry he began storming after Harry with every intention of giving the coward a piece of his mind. Taking two steps he was stopped when a hand grabbed him. "I don't think so Red," Tony growled out. "You leave them the fuck alone."

"Don't even think of pulling your wand," Bucky said from the other side of Ron. Slowly he pulled a knife from his leg holster. "I can guarantee you we are faster than you are. Now, why don't you turn around and go back to your mommy before things get ugly." Smiling the pair let Ron go and quickly followed their brothers.

Steve and Harry thankfully made it all the way to the floo bay without being accosted again. Harry reached for the floo powder while Steve called out their location in Gaelic. They were the first to arrive back at the manor and both were glad that Peggy and the Commandos were watching the kids. Without thought, the pair headed for the informal living room and settled on the large couch.

The others arrived a few minutes later, most of them cursing as they flopped onto the couches. "Well, that sucked," Tony said.

"Indeed," Severus agreed. "That could have gone much better; however, we did get away uninjured. I would suggest we leave for home first thing in the morning."

"For now, though, why don't' we all get drunk?" getting up Clint headed for the bar and began setting out bottles of alcohol.

Tony and Nat quickly got up and gathered bottles taking them back to the couches. "What is some of this stuff?" she asked looking over a bottle of fire whisky.

"Wizarding alcohol," Steve told her as he grabbed two bottles and passed one to Bucky. "It's strong shit."

"Ohhh," Tony looked over the bottle in his hands. "Does this mean you can get drunk? I've always wanted to see Steve drunk, I mean who has really seen Steve drunk before?" Harry, Bucky, Jared, and Theodore all raised their hands. "Okay fair. But who's seen him drunk since the serum?" Slowly, Harry raised his hand. "Really?" Tony asked in disbelief.

"Yeah," Harry laughed. "It was right after we lost Bucky…how do you think we got Jamie?"

Everyone burst out laughing. "Only you two," Bucky chocked out. "Let's just hope Steve can keep it in his pants after getting drunk again." Gratefully he opened the bottle Steve had given him and took a long swig straight from the bottle.

"Highly doubtful," Harry said taking his own long swig. "Steve has always been a horny drunk."

"Eww," Clint groaned into his bottle of wine. "That's more than any of us needed to know."

"To quickly change the subject," Draco chuckled at his husband's discomfort. "Jared, I would have thought you and Theodore would still be at the ministry."

Jared nodded as he poured himself a glass of scotch. "My job is to keep you lot safe from the Ministry so I'm here to keep an eye on you."

"I was only at the ministry to pass judgement," Theodore accepted a glass of wine from Steve. "There were other agents there to take over should it become necessary. The British Ministry is now under the control of the ICW until they decide it is safe to give them back control."

"Enough with the serious talk," Tony moaned. "Let's ignore all of what just happened by getting black-out drunk!"

"I believe I shall pass," Lucius laughed, and Severus pulled him up. "You enjoy yourselves and we shall take the children home with us and the Commandos first thing tomorrow morning."

"Yes, I believe you have the better idea, Luc," Jared nodded. "I am far too old to be drinking with these idiots anymore."

"That is such a lame-brained idea," Bucky joked. "But I guess you are geezer, so it works."

"Enjoy your hangover Moron," Jared turned to leave then paused and turned back. "Oh. Have a good time listening to the Gremlin and the Twit having wild sex all night." Not waiting for a response Jared left the room with a jaunty wave.

"Fuck you, Brodie!"

"Shut up and drink!" Steve laughed and lifted his now half-empty bottle. "You're already falling behind."

"Like hell, you're winning this Rogers," Bucky quickly grabbed his bottle and tossed most of it back. "You've never been able to drink me under the table and it's not going to start now."

What followed was an insane drinking game. Steve, Bucky and Harry taught the others games that they played as teens, and during the war. Clint taught them games the carnies played while Tony shared games he and Rhodey played at MIT. Within a few hours, Clint and Draco called it quits and stumbled their way to their bedroom. Nat followed not long afterwards, pulling Sirius along behind her. Remus and Phil lasted another three drinks before they too retired. Bruce, who had only had two drinks before switching to tea, waited until only Bucky, Tony, Steve, and Harry were left until he retired. After downing one more bottle of firewhisky, Steve stood threw Harry over his shoulder and headed for their room, much to the amusement of their brothers.

"Come on Dollface," Bucky nudged Tony. "Why don't you let the winner of that drinking contest take you to bed?"

"That sounds like a nice offer, but you see," Tony waved his left hand in Bucky's face. "I'm married. And I very much love my husband."

"He sounds like a very lucky man."

"Oh, he is."

"Will he continue to be lucky tonight?"

"I'm sure I can be convinced…with the proper incentive of course."

"What would the proper incentive be?"

"I don't know that caveman act sure seems to work for Harry."

Taking the hint Bucky got up and threw Tony over his shoulder. "How's this for you baby doll? This incentive enough?"

It took Tony a moment to get his mind off the glorious sight of his husband's ass just inches from his face. "Well, it's certainly doing something." Reaching out with both hands he grabbed Bucky's ass and squeezed it. "I am enjoying the view regardless."

Bucky just laughed. "I'm glad the view is to your liking. Perhaps I can find an even better view." Pushing their bedroom door open Bucky flipped Tony over, tossing him on the bed then closing and locking their door. Turning back to Tony, Bucky slowly began pulling off his shirt. Tossing the shirt aside he then began undoing his pants.

"Oh yeah," Tony moaned as he leaned back into the pillows. "I'm definitely liking this view better."

Pausing in his undressing, Bucky slowly made his way towards the bed. Kneeling on the edge of the bed, Bucky leaned forward and pulled Tony towards him. "Can we improve my view now?" kissing Tony, he reached down and began tugging on Tony's shirt, wanting it off. Together the pair worked on removing all the offending clothing.

Pushing Tony back down, Bucky stared at the engineer in appreciation. Licking his lips Bucky reached out with his metal hand, tracing the scars on his husband's chest. He didn't last long before he had to begin using his other hand, and then his lips. Following the scars, south Bucky soon came to the treasure that was Tony's cock. Taking the cock in his mouth Bucky relished the moans coming from Tony's mouth.

It didn't take long for Tony to start begging his husband for more. Smiling around the cock in his mouth, Bucky reached for the lube they left at the end of the bed. Lubing his metal fingers, because his husband loved the feel of metal on his skin, Bucky began circling Tony's rim urging him to open up. Slowly Tony's body opened to the invasion and soon Bucky had four fingers inside his husband.

"Please," Tony begged, his hands tugging on Bucky's hair. "Per favore Amore Mio. Ho Bisogno di più." (Please my love. I need more.)

Bucky smiled as he popped off Tony's cock. He always enjoyed it when Tony lost the ability to speak English. "What do you need Doll? Tell me what you need."

"Il tuo cazzo. Ho bisogno del tuo cazzo dentro di me." (Your cock. I need your cock inside me.)

"Well," Bucky removed his fingers and smiled at the whimper Tony gave. Lubing up his cock he lined it up with Tony's pucker. "I suppose if you ask me really nicely. Can you do that Baby Doll? Ask me really nicely."

"Per favore, Bucky. Per favore fottimi sergente." (Please Bucky. Please fuck me, sergeant.)

Bucky closed his eyes and groaned. "That's cheating Dollface." It hadn't taken Tony long to realize that Bucky was turned on when addressed by his rank. Slowly Bucky pushed into Tony's body, drawing a moan out of them both. Pulling back out, Bucky then thrust home in one swift move.

"Di più! Più forte!" (More! Harder!)

Bracing himself Bucky gave his husband exactly what he wanted. "Come on Doll," Bucky groaned as Tony clenched around him. "Come on my cock. I know you can."

"Sì! Sì! Sto arrivando! Oh, Dio! Oh, Dio S!" (Yes! Yes! I'm coming! Oh, God! Oh, God! YES!) Tony came spraying his chest and Bucky's with cum. Bucky followed a moment later. Wrapping his arms around Tony, Bucky rolled to the side so as not to crush the smaller man. Once they were comfortable, Bucky on his back and Tony using him as a pillow, both men fell into a deep dream-free sleep.

There we go hope you enjoyed it. Jay sort of got out of hand and off-topic with his lecturing but I figured I would let him. This is probably the last we will see of the British Wizarding World. Let me know if there is anything you would like to see happen in the story. I have a few ideas but am open to suggestions as there is no set outline.