"Good morning, Master Harry."

Harry blinked blearily at the unfamiliar ceiling. His mind was still hazy with sleep, and it took him a while to remember where he was.

"Good morning, Jarvis," he muttered, "Good morning, James," he added, as his AI settled next to him.

"Good morning, young master," James greeted. "Breakfast is already prepared. Jarvis was kind enough to arrange for everything."

"It was my pleasure," Jarvis assured. "There is a bathroom down the floor, Master Harry, if you like to freshen up.

"Thanks," Harry stretched and looked around the living room still littered with Chinese food. "Where is Tony?"

"On his phone, Master Harry. He will join you at the table."

"Okay," Harry agreed readily. "I'll go and clean up, then."

"Argh, I've a headache," Tony grumbled as he fell on the kitchen chair and buried his head in his hands.

"Too much brandy?" Harry inquired amicably and pushed a cup of coffee towards his newly discovered father.

Tony glanced through the gap between his fingers. "Yeah, thanks, Chopstick-Merlin."

Harry snorted. "Chopstick-Merlin, really?"

"You can summon brandy with a chopstick," Tony replied flatly and took a deep sip of his coffee. "Ahh," he sighed. "Much better. Hand me the jelly, will you?"

"Strawberry or Raspberry?"

Tony narrowed his eyes. "Ah, it's the same hard decision every morning," he complained.

"Well," Harry commented, "you cut your roll in two halves, right? Take both."

Tony stilled. "I have two halves," he repeated slowly, as if the realization had just hit him. "Two halves. I don't need to decide at all!" He grinned. "Harry, you are a genius! Jarvis, my son is a genius!"

"Indeed," Jarvis agreed. He sounded strangely unimpressed.

A wall panel slid down, and Harry watched as James floated over to connect himself to the USB hub.

Harry stopped in the middle of buttering his roll and stared at his AI. "What are they doing?"

Tony turned around, and a wry expression appeared on his face. "Who knows? Maybe they are posting on each other's personal blog."

"Jarvis has a blog?" Harry asked curiously.

"Indeed, I have, Master Harry," Jarvis agreed, "I admit I am quite fond of writing limericks."

"I own one, too, young master," James added, "I recently posted about the building structures of British castles."

"A very interesting article, indeed," Jarvis complimented.

"Thank you. I rather enjoyed your latest poem about well-connected circuits. "

Harry exchanged a flat look with Tony. "Let's pretend we didn't hear that."

"What are you talking about?" Tony asked. "The muffins were too warm I didn't hear anything."

Harry nodded seriously. "I know what you mean."

"I need to call the IGC," Harry remarked after they had successfully ignored their blogging AIs. "Someone needs to know I am safe."

"Already a step ahead there, kid," Tony replied offhandedly and reached for the butter knife. "I had a bunch of my attorneys fly over the moment I knew about you. They were just waiting for me to give the go-ahead." He glanced at his watch. "They should be finalizing things about now. You are going to be mine soon, kid. By blood and law."

Harry stared at him. He did not know what to say. His father had made preparations to take him in before he had even met him. It made him feel all fuzzy inside. "Thanks," he muttered.

Tony jerked his head, looking just as out of his depth as Harry felt.

"And…my relatives?" he inquired quietly.

Tony scowled. "They received the money they wanted, but they will not enjoy it for long. That's not something you need to worry about, though, kid," he added. "Just leave it to me and do whatever kids your age do." Tony frowned. "What do kids your age do?"

Harry blinked. "Good question."

"Jarvis," Tony demanded, "stop chatting and research!"

When Clint first heard Tony had a son, his first reaction was disbelieving laughter, but then he saw Pepper's serious face and realized it was true.

Tony had reproduced.

Well, shit.

He picked up his phone and the news spread among the Avengers like a wildfire.

They came to a collective conclusion: They had to see this kid. Now.

Nothing could have prepared them for this, however.

The living room was littered with discarded toys. Clint could see a half-finished Iron Man puzzle that only showed the upper part of the suit and then twisted into a strange 3D construction. It was as if someone had grown bored with puzzling and had instead used the remaining pieces to build a perfectly balanced miniature model of Saturn.

He took a cautious step over a paint-by-number drawing of a horse that had somehow turned into a mathematical equation.

Next to him, Steve bent down and picked up a piece of paper. It seemed like someone had tried to play hangman with

"Molecular physics," Bruce muttered next to him.

"What the hell?" Clint exchanged a bewildered look with his teammates. They cautiously ventured forward, careful not to step on the visual reconstruction of a caffeine molecule made out of kid-friendly modeling clay.

"This is a shoddy quality," Clint heard Tony grumble, "How can they even sell junk like this?"

They stopped just out of sight and listened in.

"Good question," a younger voice replied. That had to be the kid. "I've never seen such uneven welds seams. Jeez, the wire is completely bent. Really, we'd find better stuff at a scrap heap."

"Tell me about it" Something metallic hit the floor with a loud clatter. "This is a complete waste of time. Why the hell did we even buy that?"

"It was on the list Jarvis suggested," the kid answered.

List? Clint mouthed into the direction of his teammates. Steve and Bruce looked equally lost. Natascha shrugged.

"Well, it's a terrible list," Tony snapped, "Who the hell cares what eleven-year-old kids do? Let's go to the lab and make a pancake robot."

"Can we add dynamic temperature adjustment depending on the butter to water ratio and the viscosity of the batter?"

"Sure," Tony agreed cheerfully.

Father and son emerged from behind the couch and suddenly found themselves face to face with the Avengers.

Clint did not know what he wanted to do first. Express his disbelief that this chaos was the result of them trying kids' activities, or point incredulously at the levitating owl over the boy's shoulder.

"You…he…," he floundered.

"Very intelligent, Birdbrain," Tony commented dryly and casually put his arm around the kid's shoulders. "You took your time. I expected an invasion before breakfast."

"We would have been here earlier, if you had called us instead of Pepper," Steve remarked pointedly. "Well, aren't you going to introduce us?"

Tony waved him off. "Guys, this Harry. My son. Kid, these are my teammates. Grown people who should be capable of remembering their own names."

"Very funny, Tony." The man with the bow rolled his eyes and waved at him. "Hi, Harry. I am Clint. If you ever hear funny noises coming from the air vent shaft, don't start shooting right away, it's probably me."

"Keep out of my room, and I'll keep the chopstick away," Harry replied casually. Tony laughed as Clint stared at him in incomprehension.

"I suggest you do as he says," Tony added, still snickering, "his chopsticks are dangerous. Capital D."

"Okay?" Clint replied slowly. "Kind of an odd weapon choice, kid, but I won't judge."

The man next to him extended his hand. "Steve, Harry. Nice to meet you."

Harry returned the firm handshake. "Nice to meet you, too."

"Natasha Romanoff. Hello, Harry." The only woman on the team gave him a curt nod and a slight smile.

Harry smiled back. "Hello."

"And I am Bruce." Harry looked at the last man. His expression was friendly and welcoming. "Welcome, Harry."

"Thank you," Harry replied and meant it.

"So, what's the deal with this owl?" asked Clint as he prodded the metal. "A new invention, Tony?"

Tony grinned. "Not mine, Feathers. That's Harry's AI."

James inclined its head in Clint's direction. "Greetings, Mister Barton. I am James. Just A moderately efficient secretary. It is a pleasure to meet you and the rest of Master Stark's teammates."

"It speaks!"

Tony and the kid snorted in unison.

Clint stared at Harry. "You made that? No way!"

"Ah, now I remember why your face seemed familiar," Bruce interjected, "You are Harry Potter, correct? The child who developed human-like artificial intelligence. You were all over the news when you graduated from the IGC."

Harry blinked in surprise. "Yeah, that was me. Let me guess, Science Today or the Inventor's Journal."

Bruce smiled. "Both, actually." He looked from Harry to Tony. "I must say, it is rather fitting you turned out to be Tony's son."

Clint groaned. "Great, another genius. They are multiplying!"

"Does Fury now about this?" Natasha inquired over the resulting laughter.

Tony's face darkened. "No," he replied curtly, "I don't want Harry anywhere close to SHIELD. So, if someone blabs before I got him fully settled, I'll be very pissed, got that?"

"He will find out, even if we do not tell him," Natasha warned.

"I know," Tony snapped, "Still, no SHIELD around my kid as long as I can avoid it."

The Avengers nodded.

Tony clapped his hands. "Good. Now that introductions are out of the way, who wants Chinese?"

Harry snickered. He was really starting to love this man.

The Avengers left them shortly after dessert at Bruce's and Steve's insistence, both stating firmly that "Tony needed time with his son."

Harry watched them leave amiably and turned to his father. "They are nice."

"They are, most of the time," Tony agreed easily, "but, between you and me, sometimes I really want to shove them into a rocket and shoot them through the remotest dimensional rift I can find. Especially if they keep bitching about SHIELD." He scowled and glanced at his beeping phone.

"Well," he added, and ruffled Harry's hair. "I guess it's official now, kid. The papers went through. You're legally mine now."

Harry grinned. He had a real home now, and more importantly, he had a father. "Thanks… Dad," he told him quietly.

Tony froze for a second; a multitude of emotions displayed on his face. Then his expression cleared, and he seemed almost at peace. "Not for this, kid. Now, pancake robot?"

"Pancake robot," Harry agreed.

A/N

I have to say, I am happy that this story is so well-received. :D I hope you liked this one, and I even have a surprise for you:

You can find the blogging AIs on jarvis-daily. tumblr. com and moderately-efficient-secretary. tumblr. com. You can even ask them questions. ;)

I have edited the contents of the first three chapters because I noticed that the c&p somehow got messed up, and a few words were missing.

On an unrelated note: I do not appreciate being cursed at. Especially not for correcting a mistake. If it bothers you, please turn off the notifications in your app or unfollow this story, but please do not curse at me for correcting my story. Thank you.