This is the last of the stuff that I had prewritten, so updates will be a lot slower now. I'm not completely happy with how this chapter turned out, but I honestly don't have the patience to figure out what's bothering me about it haha.

I hope you guys like it?

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Tony was baffled by Harry. The kid had been through so much. His life sounded like a fantasy movie, where bad things happen to the good guy, who prevails despite the odds. But Harry was a human, a wizard, but a human; and humans didn't just come away from things like that unscathed. Tony would know given his past. Harry didn't seem to have broken. That kid was stronger that Tony could ever hope to be. Tony knew he wasn't good at the emotional side of things, but somehow he didn't seem to have mucked this one up yet.

Tony smiled as he looked at the sleeping kid.

"Tony, what are you doing?" Bruce said from across the room.

"Contrary to popular belief, I know exactly what I'm doing!"

"He's not a toy, Tony, he's a kid."

"A messed up wizard kid, I know the lowdown greenie." Tony sighed. Did he really have to vocalise it? "I want to help him Bruce. He's a screwed up kid who's traveled in space and time. Hey, do you think he has two hearts?"

Bruce glared at him and Tony held his hands up in mock surrender. "Okay Grumpy-pants, no jokes. Look, he doesn't have anyone left. I know how that feels. You know how that feels. We're the Avengers, how can we not help? Gods, aliens, wizards, other dimensions, other universes. I'm just a man in a can. I can sure as hell try though."

Tony didn't wait to see what Bruce would say in response. Tony turned away from the man and carefully scooped Harry up into his arms. The kid was far from normal, but then again, neither was Tony. Who wants to be normal? Normal was boring. Tony carried Harry to bed, putting him in the room that Tony guessed had become Harry's now. Would the kid want to redecorate? The kid also needed clothes. Tony mentally sighed as he tucked Harry under the covers at the thought of all that shopping. Tony didn't understand why women like Pepper liked shopping so much, you go in, you see the thing, you buy it! It didn't need to be the long winded process that a lot of women made it. Tony made his way back to his lab and suddenly swore.

How on earth was he going to explain this to Pepper?

"Jarvis, call Pepper."

"Yes Sir."

It was better that he call her and warn her than for Pepper to turn up at the tower to find Harry there and freak out. Tony had had enough of screwing things up when it came to not telling Pepper things.

"Tony? Are you okay? What's happened?" Pepper asked as soon as she answered the call.

"Does something need to happen for me to call the most wonderful person I know?" Tony said, raising his eyebrow even though she couldn't see him.

"Tony." Pepper said in an annoyed tone. Did compliments count for nothing these days? He could almost hear the facial expression that Pepper was sure to be wearing.

"Fine. I may or may not have ended up with a teen living in the Tower with me?" Tony admitted.

"What?" Pepper exclaimed, and Tony could hear the exasperation and annoyance in her voice. "Please tell me he's not your son."

"He's not my son. He popped out of a tear in the fabric of the universe."

"Very funny Tony, now where did he come from?"

"Oh, I'm one hundred percent serious." Tony said and he heard Pepper sigh.

"Only you Tony, only you."

"Aren't I such a special cookie Pepper!" Tony drawled sarcastically. "His name his Harry and he doesn't have anywhere else to go Pepper. He can't get back, Loki confirmed it. He's stuck here Pepper."

Pepper sighed again and Tony knew that he had won her over.

"Great! So how do you feel about taking him shopping?"

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Harry awoke quickly and was confused. Where was he? A moment later Harry remembered about being flung into another universe. Why was he not on the sofa where he had fallen asleep? Harry sat up and soon realised that he was back in the room that he had first woken up in. But how had he gotten there? A few minutes passed and Harry realised that either Mr Stark or Bruce had to have carried him back whilst he was asleep. Harry flushed at the thought of someone carrying him to bed. Couldn't they have just left him on the sofa? Wasn't that the kind of things that parents were supposed to do for their child? Strangers weren't supposed to carry each other to bed. As nice as Mr Stark and Bruce had been, the two of them were still utter strangers to Harry. Harry didn't understand why one of them had done it.

Harry shook the thoughts out of his head and got out of the bed. He glanced over at the clock on the wall and realised that it was just past half past six in the morning. Harry smiled to himself and decided that he was going to make Mr Stark and Bruce breakfast. Hopefully there would be ingredients in the cupboard for something. What was the name of the computer voice thing? Harry couldn't remember what it was called.

"Um-" Harry said out loud, the thing could hear him from here, right? "Mr Computer voice thing? Are you there?"

"Greetings Mister Potter. How may I be of assistance to you sir?"

Harry jumped at the voice, despite having expected it. There was just something weird about hearing responses from something that he couldn't see.

"Sorry, what was your name?"

"I was named Just Another Rather Very Intelligent System, but I am otherwise referred to as J.A.R.V.I.S."

Harry blinked at the strange name and after a moment realised that the name was an acronym, not unlike S.P.E.W, but Harry had the distinct notion that Mr Stark had decided on the acronym first and had then found words that fit into that.

"Jarvis?" Harry asked hesitantly, "Is there food in the kitchen?"

"The kitchen is fully stocked Mr Potter, would you like me to direct you there?"

"Yes please Jarvis." Harry replied. It was so odd to be talking to something that he could not see. Jarvis directed Harry to the kitchen. Harry smiled. It seemed that Mr Stark and Bruce had yet to awaken. Harry got to work cooking a breakfast of epic proportions. He had seen how much pizza the two men had consumed yesterday whilst Harry had been awake. They had probably consumed even more after Harry had fallen asleep. Harry wanted to make sure that there was enough food for them to be able to eat their fill. Harry made a whole host of different food, not knowing any preferences that the men had. Harry was just taking the muffins that he had made out of the oven when he heard an exclamation of surprise from the other side of the room. Harry set the muffin tray down and looked up to see that Mr Stark was the one who had arrived.

"Good morning Mr Stark."

"What on earth is all this?" Mr Stark exclaimed.

"Well there's this meal at the beginning of the day that most people tend to take a part of called breakfast." Harry said sarcastically, arching one of his eyebrows at the man. Mr Stark let out a chuckle.

"Are you always this sarcastic in the mornings, or am I just special? I thought I told you to call me Tony, kid!"

"Sarcasm? I know of no such thing." Harry said, trying to keep a straight face. He picked up one of the muffins, taking it out of the tray and putting it on the cooling rack.

"If those are blueberry I will love you forever, kid."

Harry lost the fight with the grin he was trying to suppress. The muffins were indeed blueberry. Mr Stark bounced across the room and snatched up one of the muffins from the rack.

"You beautiful, sexy thing!" Mr Stark exclaimed, talking to and caressing the muffin before he took a bite out of it. Mr Stark moaned and Harry's grin widened. He never got any feedback from the Dursleys about his cooking, so to witness such an obvious response to his cooking was gratifying.

"I take it you like them Mr St-Tony." Harry said with a laugh.

"Harry, Harry, Harry. That was a muffin from the heavens. Please tell me that the rest of this is just as amazing."

"I don't know about that. It's edible?" Harry replied.

"Jarvis, get Bruce to get his green butt in here now. This spread isn't going to go to waste."

"Yes sir."

It took less than a minute for Bruce to arrive. Mr Stark in the meantime had successfully stolen another two muffins whilst Harry had been finishing cooking the bacon. The man walked into the room and did a double take.

"Where did all this food come from?" Bruce asked.

"I-er- I made it." Harry replied, rubbing the back of his neck, careful not to rub over any of the barely healed cuts there.

"All of it?"

Harry nodded.

"Wow." Bruce said as he sat down at the table that Harry had set all the food on. Harry quickly transferred the hot foods onto the table, hoping that it wouldn't be cold by the time that it was eaten. Harry hovered by the island as Mr Stark and Bruce piled food onto their plates, not sure as to whether they would want him eating at the table with them. The Dursleys never had.

"Harry Potter, sit your butt down and eat some of this heavenly food." Tony ordered, waving a rasher of bacon in the air. "Edible… Hah!"

Harry sat down and ate with them. It was odd for Harry to actually be eating food that he had made. Dudley and Uncle Vernon had always made sure that there was never anything left for him. It was nice to be able to eat what he wanted.

"So Harry, how would you feel about going shopping today?" Tony asked once they had all finished eating. "You need some clothes of your own."

Harry wasn't overly enthralled by the notion of clothes shopping, but he supposed that he couldn't live in the pajamas that he had woken up in forever.

"Uh- Sure, I guess." Harry replied, not entirely sure what he was signing himself up for.

"Wonderful! Pepper will take you out later."

Harry blinked a couple of times. Who on earth was Pepper? Harry's confusion must have shown on his face because Bruce took it upon himself to explain that Pepper was Mr Stark's girlfriend and the CEO of Mr Stark's company. Harry hoped that he got on with the woman. He would hate to make things awkward for Mr Stark.

Mr Stark had left at one point after finishing eating, returning moments later with what appeared to be a t-shirt, a pair of jeans and a pair of black trainers. Mr Stark handed the clothes to Harry. He needed something to wear for the shopping trip. Harry could hardly walk about New York in pajamas. The clothes were all far too big for him, but luckily the jeans didn't fall down like his hand me downs from Dudley always had without the liberal use of a belt. The shoes were also far too big, but Harry was used to that and made do. Harry made his way back to the living space.

It wasn't long before the woman in question appeared. Harry felt the air leave his lungs. Harry didn't know exactly what he had been expecting the woman to look like, but Harry hadn't expected her to look so much like his mother. It was uncanny. Pepper's nose was different to Lily's, and the woman's eyes were a different shade of green, but those were the only visual differences between the two. It was like the multiverse was trying to mock him.

"Hello, you must be Harry!" The woman said, holding a hand out to him to shake, but Harry just stood there dumbstruck. Harry blinked back the slight tears that had dared to try and make an appearance. It was just so weird to have someone physically in front of him that looked so much like his mother.

Harry jumped at the sudden touch to his arm that he felt. He turned and realised that it was just Mr Stark.

"Are you okay, kid? You look a little spooked."

"I'm fine." The automatic response left Harry's mouth without a second thought. Mr Stark raised his eyebrow and Harry gave the man a sheepish smile. Was it really that obvious that he wasn't all that fine?

"I just-" Harry glanced back towards Pepper and let out the air in his lungs. "She- She looks just like my mother." Harry muttered, too low for anyone but Mr Stark to hear. Mr Stark winced audibly.

"That has got to suck kid." Mr Stark replied quietly, squeezing Harry's shoulder gently. Pepper looked intrigued by their exchange, but didn't question anything.

"Sorry Miss-?"

"Potts, Virginia Potts. But please, call me Pepper." The woman said with a smile.

"It's nice to meet you Pepper, I'm Harry."

"Are you ready to hit the shops? It's best to get out there before it starts getting too busy." Pepper asked, gesturing towards the lift.

"Sure." Harry replied not sure what else to say.

Harry's introduction to Pepper had been overwhelming to say the least and so Harry found himself not saying much in the elevator ride to the ground floor. The elevator journey was a lot quicker than Harry thought it was going to be, seeing how high up they were. Harry put that down to the advanced technology that this universe had.

They entered the street and Harry was overcome by the strangeness of it all, his thoughts swirling at the idea of such amazing technology. The stark difference to the tech in his universe was immediately evident. Harry couldn't even begin to describe half of the things that he could see. Harry vaguely registered Pepper leading him down the street and into one of the many shops that were around.

Harry followed Pepper around in a slight daze, overwhelmed by how different everything was. He tried on a seemingly endless amount of clothing, whilst occasionally making small talk with the woman. They would both wander about the shops, meeting up at the changing rooms with a pile of clothing each, Pepper's pile significantly larger that Harry's every time. Harry would then try on every item of clothing and picked out the ones that he liked. It was annoying not being able to read any of the price tags, not having his glasses. Harry also declined any shirts that had smaller writing on, as he was unable to read what any of it said. Bigger letters were easy to read with how terrible Harry's eyesight was, smaller letters not so much.

Around midday the two of them left one of the shops that they had been in and were going to get some lunch at a local cafe, but Harry was separated from Pepper in the mad rush of people on the street. Harry found himself unable to move against the flow of people and it wasn't long before Harry had absolutely no clue where he was. Harry wandered for a couple of minutes before he found a large grassy expanse with trees dotted about. Harry was intrigued by it, there had not been a lot of plants about the city. What was this place?

Harry followed the pavement along and wandered into the green expanse and noticed a sign that read 'Central Park'.This place didn't look much like the parks that Harry had seen in Surrey. There were no swings or slides for one, and there was also a distinct lack of tarmac in the place. The only tarmaced surface was the winding path that Harry found himself wandering along aimlessly on. After wandering about for what seemed to be forever Harry sat down on a bench and watched some birds swimming in the large pond opposite the bench.

Now that Harry had finally sat down the exhaustion that had been slowly growing throughout the day caught up with him. Harry's aching limbs felt heavy. Harry blinked hard and shook his head in an attempt to push away his exhaustion, but couldn't stop himself yawning. Harry found it harder and harder to keep his eyes open. He shouldn't be so tired, it was still the middle of the day! Harry rubbed his eyes and dug his fingernails into his cheek. Harry registered the slight pain, but the action did nothing to make him any more awake.

Despite Harry's attempts otherwise, he soon fell asleep, half slumped on the bench.

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Tony wasn't worried. Why on earth would he be worried? It wasn't as if Pepper would let anything happen to Harry; that woman would stick to Harry like glue. Nothing was going to happen to them whilst they were out. Everything was going to be absolutely fine.

"Sir, Director Fury is requesting access to the tower." Jarvis said, interrupting Tony's train of thought. Tony had wondered how long it was going to be until Eyepatch arrived to question what was going on. S.H.E.I.L.D. would have definitely have noticed the energy signal given off when Harry had arrived. Tony was actually surprised that Fury hadn't poked his nose in sooner.

"Tell him I'm not home."

"Apologies, sir" Jarvis said as the elevator door opened and Nick Fury stormed onto the room. Tony had fully expected him to shout as he usually did, demanding an explanation, but all Fury did was arch an eyebrow at Tony.

"Stark. Care to explain the energy signal coming from this building a few days ago?" Fury asked calmly, too calmly. Tony narrowed his eyes at the man. What bigger plan did Eye patch have going on?

"Would you believe me if I told you I invented a multi-dimensional pop tart?"

All Tony received in response was another raised eyebrow from Fury.

"Everything is fine."

"So Thor and Loki were on earth for absolutely no reason at all?"

"That is correct."

Before Fury could question Tony any further he was interrupted by Jarvis.

"Sir, Miss Potts is calling you."

"Put her on loud speaker Jar."

"He's gone Tony. I lost him. I lost Harry. He was there one moment and gone the next and I can't find him. He's only a kid and I lost him." Pepper sounded upset. For Pepper to sound audibly upset meant that she must be really shaken. Pepper didn't show strong emotions other than anger over the phone generally.

"I'll find him Pep, don't worry."

Tony ended the conversation with Pepper and turned away from Fury's questioning look. He didn't dance to Fury's fife and didn't have to answer to him. Having S.H.E.I.L.D. looking for Harry would come in handy, but at the same time Tony didn't want Harry to be on their radar quite yet. Unfortunately it looked as if Fury wasn't going to give him a choice. Tony mentally compared his options. Why did asking Fury for help seem to be looking like the best option?

"How fast can you find a teenager in New York?" Tony asked, hating every word that left his mouth. He didn't dare even look at Fury, knowing that there would be a smug look in that eye.

"Half hour. Who do you need to find, Stark?"

Tony could hear the raised eyebrow this time. He was going to have to tell him. It wasn't like S.H.E.I.L.D. wouldn't have found out eventually, but Tony didn't want them treating Harry like some freakish experiment. Tony knew that S.H.E.I.L.D. wasn't as saintly as it made itself out to be.

"Jarvis, bring up footage from breakfast this morning." Tony said with a sigh. He hated that he needed Fury's help on this one. "Harry's a kid that's staying at the tower. He appeared four days ago. From what Harry, Thor, and Loki have said, we figured out that Harry was ripped from his universe and shoved into this one. Pepper took him out to get some clothes. He's still recovering from his injuries and now he's gone. Find him."

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