Hello! It's been a while, hasn't it! A lot has happened since I last uploaded. I found myself stumbling my way into a wonderful relationship and I'm getting married in February, so most of my writing time has completely disappeared!

So, enjoy this chapter, but there might not be another one for a little while. Not abandoning this at all, but I'm not going to have a lot of writing time over the next few months!

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Fury was annoyingly efficient. Tony had left the man in the tower and was out as Iron Man looking for Harry. Tony wasn't having any luck in finding the kid. Jarvis took time to run facial recognition scans, time that Tony didn't have. Ten minutes after he left the tower Jarvis informed Tony that he had a call from Fury.

"Talk to me eyepatch. Any news on Harry?"

"Central Park. Near the Glen Span Arch; on a bench; asleep."

Tony hung up on Fury and breathed a sigh of relief. Harry was okay. Harry was fine. Tony had been searching in entirely the wrong direction. Harry was safe. Tony didn't quite know how he had come to care for the kid so much in such little kid seem to have a way of wriggling his way into your heart, and the kid didn't seem to even realise that he was doing it. Tony made it to Central Park in less than two minutes and scanned the ground for any sign of Harry. Why did Central Park have to have so many benches? It was another minute before Tony found Harry. Tony landed on the floor in front of the bench, but Harry didn't stir. The kid seemed to be missing his shoes and one of his socks. How on earth had the kid managed to lose just the one? It was cold out in New York in February. The kid had to have felt the cold without having shoes on. It wasn't as if the kid was wearing much in the way of layers either. Tony laughed at his train of thought. Since when has he turned into such an old mother hen?

"Harry?" Tony said, shaking the boy gently, but still didn't get a response. Tony took withdrew his suit from around his hand and touched the back of his hand to Harry's forehead. He swore. People weren't meant to be that hot, were they? He had to get Harry back to the tower.

Tony put the suit back around his hand and gently scooped Harry back up into his arms.

"Jarvis, tell Bruce to be ready to check Harry over." Tony said as he powered up the thrusters on his suit. He was careful to make the journey back gently as to not worsen any of Harry's still healing injuries. Tony didn't think that there had been a journey back to the tower that had felt longer.

This kid seemed to just attract drama. Seriously, could anything just go normally for the kid? Tony doubted that. Unlike himself, Harry seemed to be the type that tried to avoid all the drama, but it followed him anyway.

Tony landed on the balcony, his suit disassembling itself. As he walked inside, Harry stirred slightly in his arms, but the kid didn't wake up. Tony made his way down to what was quickly becoming Harry's room, meeting both a very curious Nick Fury, who was failing to hide his curiosity behind that tough exterior, and a tearful Pepper on his way. Tony didn't say a word to either of them, but just walked towards his destination. Tony could hear that they two of them followed him. Tony gently put Harry down on the bed and turned to Bruce.

"He's unconscious. Don't know how long for. Found him on a park bench in Central Park unconscious and he didn't stir when I tried to wake him, although he stirred slightly a minute ago when we came inside. His forehead is hot."

Bruce looked Harry over, but the confused face Bruce wore was not comforting.

"He looks fine." Bruce said, "He should be awake. The only thing wrong, apart from his general lack of weight and height for his age, is that he has a temperature, but I don't understand what is causing it. Unless this is a-"

Bruce trailed off and looked towards Ton and then glanced at Fury. Bruce had a point. What if this was something to do with Harry being a wizard? Fury looked impatient and more than slightly put out that he wasn't being told something. Tony desperately wanted to mess with the grumpy man, but magic people healing was beyond Tony's knowledge and Fury most likely had somebody at S.H.E.I.L.D. that would be able to help. Tony needed Fury on his good side if that was to happen.

Tony nodded at Bruce.

"Unless this is a magical ailment."

The look on Fury's face was priceless. It was one of the few times that Tony had ever seen Eyepatch caught off guard. Fury quickly composed himself and raised an eyebrow.

"Magic? The boy has magic? Is he a threat?"

"No." Tony said simply, which was the truth. Harry was currently unable to use his magic. "His magic is different to Loki's. Apparently it works slightly differently on Harry's earth. Harry needs a wand to use his, but he didn't come with a wand, so he can't access any of his magic."

Fury nodded once.

"Would Thor be of any help? I know his mother is a healer. She would have much more experience in magical illnesses." Bruce said quietly. Tony blinked twice. When had Bruce found out that piece of information? Tony hadn't known that. Then again, Tony didn't particularly care about Thor's family. Thor talked a heck of a lot, and Tony more often than not just tuned Thor out, only chipping into the conversation when an opportunity for sass arose.

Tony turned around and left the room without another word. He made his way out onto the balcony and cupped his hands in front of his mouth. Tony didn't know of a better way to get in contact with Thor.

"Heimdall! I know you can hear me you all seeing dude." Tony shouted at the top of his lungs. "We need Thor back on Midgard. If he could bring a healer with him that would be great. Harry needs help."

Tony walked back inside to questioning looks from all the others.

"What? I was listening when Thor explained the bifrost. All you gotta do is yell at Heimdall."

Tony had no clue if Heimdall would actually pass on his message to Thor. It was the best option that they had though. Tony found himself wandering back into Harry's room.

The kid looked so small in comparison to the bed. Tony could hardly believe that the kid was 16. He was so small, and far too light for his age. Tony couldn't help but feel protective of the lad. Tony had masked his surprise and concern that morning at Harry's reaction to being told to eat, but the more that Tony watched the kid's behaviour, the more he suspicious Tony became. The kid had never had Pizza, but knew his way around a kitchen like the back of his hand. He had cooked an extraordinary amount of food, but hadn't dared to eat any before Tony told him to. The kid flinched when Tony was too loud, or moved unexpectedly. Tony had his suspicions about Harry's home life but hoped that he was wrong. Couldn't the kid ever catch a break?

Tony was unsure exactly how long he spent at Harry's side that afternoon, but it was dark before Jarvis pulled him from his thoughts.

"Sir, Mr Odinson and guests have arrived."

Tony felt a wash of relief pass over him. Shouting to the sky hadn't been so crazy after all!

"Send them in Jar'." Tony murmured, knowing that he didn't have to speak loudly for Jarvis to hear him. A minute later Thor entered the room with Bruce and someone Tony was decidedly not happy to be seeing back so soon. Fury had probably left hours ago after he had gotten the information that he wanted from him. The tower was probably bugged to the high heavens now, so that Eyepatch could keep an eye on them all. Tony would clears them out when he had the time. He didn't currently care if Fury was watching them, he just wanted Loki out of his tower.

"What's he doing here?" Tony spat, rising to his feet and placing himself between Harry and Loki. Having Loki back in his tower had not been in the plan.

"You need a healer, do you not?" Loki drawled, "I am sufficiently knowledgeable in the healing arts."

Tony narrowed his eyes at the trickster. He didn't trust Loki, and he definitely didn't trust Loki with Harry's well being. But Tony didn't seem to have much choice in the matter. Tony ground his teeth together, biting back the scathing remarks that he wanted to hurl at Loki. After a look from Bruce, Tony stepped aside and allowed Loki access to the boy.

Loki ran his hands along above Harry, a blue glow engulfing Loki's hands. It was a tense wait as Loki's hands cycled through an array of different colours, the man's face giving nothing away. The colour faded and Loki took a step back.

"The child is largely fine. He has a depleted magical core. He is magically exhausted and it is taking a physical toll. It is probable a direct result of his means of arrival here on Midgard. He will be fine, his body only requires rest. The child should awaken by himself within the next few days once his core has replenished to a sufficient level."

Tony let out a breath that he hadn't realised that he had been holding. The kid would be okay. There was something about Harry that just made you want to protect him and shield him from the world. Tony wasn't used to that sort of feeling at all. Sure, he cared about Pepper, and he cared about the other Avengers, even if he didn't always show it, but this need, this urge to protect Harry was different somehow.

"We shall take our leave Man of Iron. We shall return in five days to check upon the youngling. If he awakens before then, have Heimdall summon us." Thor boomed and Tony breathed a sigh of relief as Loki and Thor left his tower. He hated having the trickster in his home. He didn't like people trying to break things that belonged to him, and he didn't trust Loki in the slightest.

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Waking up groggy and unaware of what had happened seemed to be becoming habit for Harry. He was exhausted. What had he done? What had happened? Was it to do with Voldemort? Memories flew back at him, reminding Harry that Voldemort was literally a universe away. The last thing that Harry remembered was sitting on a bench. Had he fallen asleep on the bench?

Harry slowly opened his eyes, the effort of even that movement exhausting him even further. He recognised the ceiling as the one from the room that he had woken up in before and sighed in relief. He wasn't somewhere new. Whatever had happened, he had found his way back to Mr Stark. Harry was a little concerned by the fact that he couldn't remember how he had gotten there. How long had he been asleep for?

"Mr Potter, would you like me to call for some assistance?" A voice said, startling Harry. It took him a few moments to remember that it was Mr Stark's computer thing. Harry pondered the question. He didn't want to be a burden on Mr Stark and Bruce, but at the same time Harry really wanted to know what was going on. After a few minutes of deliberation Harry moved his head incrementally. It was a small nod, but a nod nonetheless. Why on earth was moving so exhausting?

"Very well Mr Potter. Mr Stark is on his way." The wall voice said. Mere seconds later Mr Stark burst through the door.

"Harry, you're awake!" The man exclaimed, bouncing over to his bedside. Harry blinked, and had to force his eyes to open again after they had shut. Mr Stark drooped, his excitement disappearing almost as fast as the man had appeared.

"You've been unconscious for the last three days. We found you at Central Park already passed out."

Harry's eyes widened. What on earth had happened to result in him being out for so long? Evidently his question showed in his eyes, as Mr Stark explained about Harry's magical exhaustion. Magical exhaustion was a serious malady. He had experienced it after his first year confrontation with Voldemort, and Madam Pomfrey had lectured him to the high heavens about being careful to not use as much magic in one go. This felt ten times worse than that had ever been. If anything was going to magically exhaust a person, Harry supposed that travelling from one universe to another, even unwittingly, would be it. Harry was lucky that the magical exhaustion itself hadn't killed him.

Harry felt his eyes droop. He was still exhausted. He didn't want to fall asleep when Mr Stark was talking to him, but despite his best efforts it was not long until Harry was back in Morpheus' grasp.

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The next time Harry awoke it was dark. Once again it took him a little while to remember what had happened. Every thought was a struggle; as if he was swimming through honey. Everything took longer to happen. Harry wasn't as tired as he had been the previous time that he had woken up. Harry sat up in the bed and was happy to find that the movement didn't exhaust him as it would have last time. Harry had no clue how long he had been asleep, and so he asked Mr Stark's computer wall voice.

"It has been 37 hours since you were last conscious Mr Potter. It is currently 3am. Would you like me to fetch Mr Stark? He is currently in the lab."

"Yes please." Harry didn't want to disturb the man, but at the same time Harry wanted to finish the conversation that they had been having before he fell asleep. Harry also had the impression that the wall voice computer man would inform Mr Stark that he had awoken, whether Harry wanted it to or not.

Mr Stark soon burst through the door opposite the bed and proceeded to trip over the edge of the rug on the floor, but the man caught himself long before he hit the floor. Harry stifled a laugh at the offended look upon Mr Stark's face as the man in question glared at the rug that had tripped him.

"Have a nice trip?" Harry asked sarcastically.

"Yes, actually. Thanks for asking." Mr Star-Tony replied, a deadpan look upon his face. The two of them shared a look for a few moments before bursting into laughter at the same time.

"What's up short stuff?" Tony asked, stifling his laughter in order to speak.

"How did you- How did you know about magical exhaustion?" Harry said, asking the question that had been bugging him from the moment that he had awoken. Mr Stark shrugged.

"We couldn't find anything wrong with you, so Bruce suggested it might be magical. To cut a long story short, Loki came and did some hocus pocus and said that you'd be okay." Tony said in reply. Harry felt his lips twitch towards a smile at the mention of Loki. Harry was so relieved that this world had other magic users in it. He wasn't alone.

"Sir, Mr Odinson and-"

Mr Stark swore loudly, interrupting The Wall Voice, and Harry couldn't help but grin, he had a feeling that Mr Stark was going to be great for expanding his vocabulary.

"Speak of him and he appears." Mr Stark and rubbed his face in what seemed to be frustration. "I'll be back."

Tony was agitated, that much was clear. Harry had no clue who this 'Mr Odinson' was though, and as such had no clue how long Mr Stark would be gone. Harry fidgeted for a few minutes, before realising that Tony wasn't immediately returning.

"Wall Voice?" Harry said, becoming bored with his own thoughts.

"Yes Mr Potter?"

"I forgot your name."

"Mr Stark named me J.A.R.V.I.S. young sir."

"Thanks."

"Can I be of assistance to you in any way Mr Potter?"

Before Harry could respond, Tony returned, bringing those people who had visited him before.

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Tony watched Harry's eyes light up as he and Loki entered the room, soon followed by Thor. Within seconds of entering the room, Loki had his fingers splayed and was doing the same hocus pocus that he had done to the boy before. Harry looked utterly fascinated by Loki's glowing hands and the kaleidoscope of colours that the magic was cycling through.

"You are still tired, yes?" Loki said, "Your core levels are still quite low, but they have replenished themselves remarkably fast."

Harry nodded.

Loki frowned. What had he found? What was wrong? Loki's hands stopped moving through colours and instead glowed briefly purple before losing all luminescence.

"Your eyes are weak child." Loki said softly. Tony's eyes widened. What on earth did that mean? By the face that Harry pulled, Tony could tell that Harry knew what Loki meant. Tony raised his eyebrows at the kid.

"My glasses didn't come through with me." Harry mumbled, looking down at the duvet which was covering him. Tony sighed a breath of relief. Glasses were something that was fixable. They could do glasses. They could get Harry the best damn glasses in America. They could even get him contacts if he wanted them.

"Jarvis?"

"I am arranging optician appointment as we speak sir."

Tony nodded, taking in the slightly panicked look of the boy in front of him. From what he had heard from Pepper regarding their shopping trip, the kid already showed signs of not being comfortable with money being spent on him. However, if Harry was to live in Avengers Tower then he was going to have to get more than used to that. Bruce had had a similar issue. Tony had more money that he could ever spend in a lifetime, so he might as well spend it on those that he actually cared about; and Harry was definitely quickly becoming one of those.

"So, Reindeer Games," Tony said, addressing the annoying Asgardian, "How long until you leave?"

"I'm not."

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