A/N: Here we are guys! More Phil and Harry, this time with everyone's favorite billionaire playboy genius philanthropist. I think you'll all really like what I do with this one!

Also, if you haven't read 'Phil Coulson and Form R358', it's not necessary reading but it is a short little fic about Phil and Harry dating, soooooo…

Phil's phone started buzzing in his pocket shortly after the waiter brought them their food.

By agreement, Phil and Harry had decided that their phones would be off to everyone except their bosses during their dates, so the fact that it was making any noise at all meant that it was Fury calling, and it was urgent.

"Sorry," Phil told Harry, pulling his phone out of his pocket, but she didn't look upset.

"It was your turn," she shrugged, taking another bite of her chicken parm.

Unfortunately, she was right. They'd had very few uninterrupted dates – almost all of them had been cut short by some emergency or other. They'd had a conversation at one point about whether it would be a problem, and although they had both had to admit they were probably little more invested in their jobs than was healthy, neither had wanted to give up the relationship over it.

"Coulson," Phil answered the phone.

"He's been found," Fury said, in clipped tones. Phil was immediately alert.

"ETA?"

"Two hours."

"I'll be there," Phil said, and Fury ended the call, apparently having nothing more to say.

"Need a side-along?" Harry asked him, wryly.

"Can you?" Phil asked. "I was just going to have you ask Kingsley for an emergency Portkey."

"No need," Harry said. "I'll take you."

She said it lightly, but Phil knew it was a big deal. She'd been hesitant to tell him about the changes she'd experienced from bringing the Hallows together, even though Phil had assured her he didn't mind at all.

He'd already known about the bringing people back from the dead bit, and it was a logical deduction that the Elder Wand would provide a power boost. The only thing that had surprised him was when she'd admitted to him, on their last date, that she could turn invisible.

"Invisible?" he'd asked incredulously. She'd nodded miserably.

"I didn't even notice until Andromeda brought Teddy over and I opened the door and neither of them could see me," she'd admitted, embarrassment reddening her cheeks. "Then I sort of freaked out, and spent another half-hour trying to figure out how to get myself visible again."

Teddy apparently loved the new disappearing trick, but Phil had been able to tell that her godson's easy acceptance had only softened the impact a little. He honestly had no idea what it was like to feel out of control of one's own body, but he could see Harry had struggled with it.

That she was offering to take him by Side-along farther than any normal person would be able to was a sign of progress and meant that she was becoming more comfortable with herself and her new abilities.

"Alright," he said, accepting the offer. "I've got an hour or so, though. It's about our mutual missing person."

Harry's eyes immediately lit up. "They found Stark?" she whispered, even though they had privacy wards up. "Where? Who had him?"

"No idea. Nick didn't say much, so he probably doesn't know," Phil said. "Actually, you might as well just come with me, don't you think?"

"I was just about to suggest that," she smiled at him, looking pleased.

Stark had been missing for months, and it had been a huge blow to both muggle and magical communities. Stark Industries was the manufacturer behind many common (and uncommon) products of the wizarding world, increasingly more so as wizards became more interested in using muggle inventions.

Initially, the wizarding world had been content to let muggles search for him, but after two months of fruitless searching, the ICW had declared the disappearance of Stark important enough to warrant wizard investigation. Harry herself had been called in to head up the Auror Task Force assigned to the job, although they, too, had spent the last three weeks with no leads.

It had been frustrating for both of them, because not only was Stark still missing, but they'd also both been working so hard that they hadn't had much time together.

This phone call meant the search was over, and maybe they could take a break… for a little while, at least.

It was embarrassing, thought Phil, that even with the incredible effort that the military, Shield, and the ICW had put into trying to find and rescue Stark, the man had managed to do it himself.

He had been missing a long time, though, and Phil was relieved that he'd gotten out at all – and alive, too.

Phil and Harry had arrived at SI headquarters in time to watch Stark's impromptu and informal press conference. It had unfortunately prevented them from getting an interview with Stark right away, but looking at him, Phil was becoming convinced that an immediate interview wasn't wise.

Stark was clearly a changed man from the experience – and who wouldn't be. They had enough initial information to work with from this press conference. A more detailed interview could wait a few days, at the very least.

Phil looked around, and spotted Ms. Potts, Stark's PA, standing nearby, and whispered to Harry that he was going to speak with her. Harry nodded, keeping her eyes fixed on Stark the whole time.

"Ms. Potts," he said quietly as he came closer to her side. She turned, with a polite expression fixed on her face.

"I'm Agent Coulson with the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement, and Logistics Division."

"That's quite the name," Ms. Potts said, smiling a little.

It was quite the name, and Phil much preferred just saying 'SHIELD', but it was hard to be taken seriously if you initially introduced yourself as working for an organization that called themselves 'SHIELD'.

"We're working on it," he told her. "We need to get an interview with Mr. Stark, as soon as possible."

He held out his card, which she took.

"Thank you, Agent Coulson, I'll be in touch," she said, but he could see that she was still hesitant.

As she glanced back up at him, he shifted, knowing that it would bring Harry, standing perhaps ten feet behind him, into her view.

Ms. Potts, he was well aware, was a witch, and Phil was not above using Harry's influence to make sure they got that interview. She spotted Harry immediately.

"Oh! Is that…"

"Yes, SHIELD is working with the ICW on Mr. Stark's case."

There was a more thoughtful expression on Ms. Potts' face when she looked at him again.

"Some time this week?" she asked, tapping on her tablet. "Thursday afternoon?"

"Perfect," Phil said. "Thank you, Ms. Potts."

Stark, at that moment, decided his press conference was over, and in the confusion of swirling reporters, Phil escaped from Ms. Potts' side and made his way back to Harry's.

"I got us an interview for Thursday," he told her as they left SI.

"Good," she said. "There was something weird about his chest."

"Good weird, or bad weird?"

Harry opened and closed her mouth, and then was quiet for a moment.

"A little of both, I think."

"I suppose it would be too much to ask to have it one way or the other?"

That at least drew a laugh from her.

"We'll find out for sure on Thursday, I suppose."

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