Hey everyone,
I really should have done this at the start of the story, but I want to give a shout-out to MistressOfDeath09. She wrote three stories that have a Fem!Harry as Tony's daughter and that cover the first Avengers movie as well as the third Iron Man movie and the time between that and Winter Soldier. All three stories, even the third that is In Progress, are brilliant and a right laugh and inspired me to write this one. I know she moved to Ao3 and I wish her the best of luck.
This is for you, Mistress,

Venquine1990

Chapter 03
Reunions and Introductions

13th of August 1995
Helicarrier, above London
Harry's POV

It takes the others a few minutes, but then one of them remembers that there are still a few minutes left and they start to follow Uncle Fury and me through several corridors, Mr. Weasley letting out sounds of amazement and wonder as we pass doors that slide open at our approach. I know this is because the sensors in the doors recognize Uncle Fury's presence a few steps before he reaches the doors, but have too much fun to tell my friends this.
"Sir, if I may ask, why do you want Harry to call you Uncle Fury? Why not by your first name?" Ron asks. "Same reason my mother calls me by my last name, young man. There are many families named Fury and while I may be famous, or infamous or whatever, in the Muggle world, she isn't. By not calling me anything other than what the rest of the world calls me, she keeps herself safe.""But that's horrible. Surely she doesn't do that when you meet?"
Mrs. Weasley protest, but Uncle Fury just sternly answers: "Only if we've established that even SHIELD can't overhear us. Plus, she hardly ever visits. We have other methods of keeping in contact, as you'll see soon enough." And while the woman is obviously not happy with this information, she keeps silent and we just walk on. We pass through one more set of doors, but instead of leading to another corridor, this leads to a huge hall.
The whole place is divided into three sections, which can be reached through several staircases. The front has a huge table on it and is elevated from the second, which has rows upon rows upon rows of computers and people seated behind them. And the final platform is again at the same level as the first and is in front of a whole wall of floor to ceiling windows, allowing everyone, even from where we are standing, to look out over the neighborhood.

The others stop in shock at the sight and I do the same, but then for a different reason. A fist comes from my left and flies straight for my face, but I grab onto it before it can punch me and just grin at the one who tried this as I say: "Nice try, but you could have known that wouldn't work on me.""Just wanted to make sure you kept yourself on your toes, squirt." And while Tony and Thor walk on laughing at this, I pull the woman into a tight hug.
This startles the others and I know that Mrs. Weasley is looking at the woman in envy as I have never initiated a hug with her in the last four years. "That's because you don't hug me the way she does, woman." I think as I say: "I missed you, Aunty Nat. Are you okay? I heard all about what happened in New York? Is Uncle Clint alright? Where is he?" And all of the concerns and fears that I have been feeling over summer over my real family come pouring out.
The woman sends me a loving smile and she softly tells me: "I'm fine, Harry. Clint and I spent a lot of time together after New York happened and I made sure we both made a full recovery. And he's right there, so go see for yourself." And as soon as she's done pointing for a man sitting in front of the huge table, I storm over, the man laughing and pulling me into a comforting and reassuring hug as he says: "Hey squirt, it's good to see you. See, I'm fine."
"Are you sure? I heard what Loki did to you, to Uncle Phil. Are you sure you're alright?" I ask, my mind flashing with all of the nightmares that have plagued me since Uncle Fury told me what Loki did to him and Dr. Selvig. The man pulls me away a bit and locks my eyes with his own as he asks: "Look at me, little one. Do I look like someone who is still suffering from mind control?" And the loving look of reassurance in his eyes makes all of my fears abate and ebb away.

I sigh, tears of relief prickling the sides of my eyes and whisper: "No, thank heavens." The man smiles and pulls me back in his embrace as he says: "It's okay, squirt. And I'm sorry. I should have used one of those times that those Order dorks were changing shifts to come visit you, reassure you sooner." "Wait, WHAT?" A voice behind me yells and Uncle Fury says: "Yeah, you lot thought you were being subtle? Think again.
We spotted you the second day of the break starting. You guys need to seriously work on your stealth abilities. You might be able to hide from sight, but blending in with a regular crowd? Not likely." All of the Order members gape at the man and while I have Uncle Clint's arms around my waist, I lean back and ask: "Why do you think I spend so much time in the basement? I knew it was the only place where even his eye couldn't see me."
"YOU KNEW? Then why did you yell at us?""Because of the principle, Hermione. I didn't mind that I was being spied on, it was the fact that it was done without my consent that bothered me. And don't go and try to call it guarding, you wouldn't go run to a guard if you didn't know it was there either. If you were there to guard me, you should have let me know. Instead, all you did was spy on me and increase my sense of independence and distrust, congratulations."

And while I move off of my uncle's lap and over to a seat of my own, I grumble: "No wonder my parents trusted SHIELD with my life and training and not the Order.""Wait, come again?" Lupin asks and Uncle Fury walks over to a panel on the table, pressing a few buttons and letting a hologram of a letter, which looks white but transparent, appear above the table. "See for yourself. We received this on the 3rd of October in 1980. You'll find a Tempus spell engraved on the paper."
The group of adults walks over and Lupin is the first to whisper: "Lily's handwriting." Moody and Sirius, who now looks back to his normal, black-haired, greyish blue-eyed self, nod and then Mrs. Weasley shrieks: "Wait a minute, this here says that – that – that –." And because I have no interest in hearing the woman talk bad about my parents the way she constantly does about Sirius, I stand up and snarl at her:
"That upon me turning eleven I was to start my training, so I can, if possible, be recruited by SHIELD. Exactly. And what is your problem with that?" And while the twins and Ron wince and Ron whispers: "Don't do it, mum." Mrs. Weasley ignores him and rounds on me as she snarls: "My problem is that that is irresponsible. It's wrong. It's –.""A decision made by my mother, Lily Rose Potter-nee Evans, when she heard that Lord Voldemort was after me.
My mother, my birthmother who sacrificed herself for me, contacted an organization that has been keeping the entire world safe for the past almost 50 years. She did so, because she wanted the assurance that, if that horrid war that cost you your brothers either cost her and/or her husband, my birthfather, her or their lives, I would be in the right hands and would be able to defend myself regardless of the threat being the man that killed her or not.

This was their decision, just like it was their decision to make Sirius my godfather. And I think it's high time that you, Molly Anne Weasley nee Prewett, realize that, every time you insult my godfather and call him a bad guardian, you are indirectly insulting my parents and their final wishes. And I am BEYONDsick of it." But while I had expected Mrs. Weasley to be horrified with shock, the woman proves me wrong – in the worst way possible.
She storms over to me and tries to raise her arm, but I just raise my eyebrow at her and before the arm is halfway down, my reflexes and speed allow me to grab her by the elbow. The woman stops, startled and I glare at her in furious rage, hissing: "Wrong move." And follow this up by giving her legs a sideways kick, making her stumble. I let go of her arm and before the woman can regain her footing, I slam my first straight into her mid-section.
The blow is hard enough that, alongside the woman's unstable footing, she gets pushed back and rolls over several times before coming to stop just a few feet in front of her family. "Never try to attack me, Mrs. Weasley. You are not my mother, you never filled in any adoption forms, you didn't know my parents well enough for them to grant you that right. Not to mention that if even an experienced SHIELD agent can't attack me, why do you think you can?"

But while I ask this, while I lecture the woman, my eyes aren't on her, but on her family. I fear that I may have gone too far and that my friends will resent me for it, but to my relief I spot nothing but acceptance and understanding on their faces. Ron even spots me looking and gives me a silent nod; his eyes conveying the fact that he's not mad at me, but at his mother.
The woman herself, however, seems unable to let go of her beliefs as she shrieks: "SEE! SEE? This is what I mean! You've turned violent, they've turned you violent. This is exactly what I mean! You are much too young to be this violent. It will just lead you astray, turn you dark. I can't believe your parents approved of this. Well, I don't! This is wrong. They never should have –!" But then suddenly a woosh is heard.

And a shriek follows the sound as a small but razor sharp arrow has struck the floor only half an inch from the left of where she is still half-lying, half sitting up. I turn around, as I had jumped out of my seat and stepped forward while snarling at the woman and spot Uncle Clint docking another arrow, glaring in furious rage at the woman and he says:
"That was your only warning. Next shot won't miss and will knock you out for a good long while. Nothing permanent, just a sedative attached to the tip, I assure you. Besides, I can't stand anyone who insults the dead, especially the dead that died as heroes like James and Lily Potter. And in case it escaped your notice, lady, Harry calls me uncle. And I am more protective of my family than, if you continue down your path, you'll want to find out.

And that's a warning, not a threat. I don't do threats." At which Aunty Nat, Uncle Fury and even Tony and Thor nod, but I also notice two others nodding in agreement to this, even if one of them seems incredibly tense. Instantly I realize why and turn back to my friends as I say: "Okay, enough of this. Unless we want a green version of Hagrid with the anger of Dumbledore when Crouch had me rampaging this place we'll end this argument now."
And while this comparison shocks and even scares a few of my friends, it also makes Uncle Fury, Aunty Nat, Uncle Clint and the others all turn to the man who is standing in the back of the room, his arms crossed and his fingers digging into his skin as he huffs and grunts, obviously trying to prevent what I just described from happening. Instantly Uncle Fury is back at the panel and he presses several more buttons.

This actually makes a small panel on the other side of the table slide open and a small vial with a blue draught appears from within it. The other man, who looks calm, quickly takes it and opens the vial before he says: "Here Banner, take this." And the man named Banner grunts a word of gratitude as the other helps him gulp down a small dose of the draught. "That – that was Calming Draught." Hermione exclaims and Banner mutters:
"Yeah, and so far, even though it tastes horrible, it's one of the only things that kept the Big Guy under control." This makes me sigh in relief as I really have no interest in dealing with the Hulk at this moment. I turn around and sigh as I say: "Okay, let's just start over. I'm going to go and introduce everyone one at a time. I'll start with you guys and then introduce this lot." Everyone nods at this, but then Bill steps up and says:
"First things first, Harry. I feel the need to –." But I raise my hand and stop him as I say: "I know, Bill. The fifteen minutes are not yet over, I still have two to three minutes and so your mother broke her side of the deal. But I don't want to hear it from you. I don't like having to accept apologies that don't come from the person in the wrong, especially if the one doing it knows or even so much as suspects that the actual person in question won't do the same. I won't do it."

Bill nods a look of reluctant acceptance on his face and I tuck my hands in the pockets of my jeans as I say: "Besides, I'm not the kind of person to take the blame of one member out on the whole family. I consider Mrs. Weasley in the wrong, not the rest of you lot. We're still cool, right?" And relieved smiles are my answer. I smirk back; roll my eyes and head over to them. I turn around to face the rest of the crowd and say:
"SHIELD, meet my friends. You've already been introduced to Mrs. Weasley. This is her husband, Arthur, her eldest, Bill and her four youngest, Fred, George, Ron and Ginny. This is my best friend, Hermione, who is probably the only one in the group who, besides me, knows you. And these are Tonks, Alastor Moody, and Remus Lupin and – I think you all already know my godfather, Sirius Black, don't you?" And laughter is my answer.

I head back to the table and say: "Okay, onto some more detailed introductions. You already met Thor – yes, he is that Thor. Where do you think the myths came from? This is Tony Stark, also known as Iron Man, who is a – well, I'm just going to try and say it the way he would – a genius, billionaire playboy philanthropist." Snorts are my answer to this and I hear Tony mutter: "He actually sounded just like me there. Scary. Brilliant, but scary."
Which makes me snort as it's something Ron said about Hermione a few years back and looking at my friends, I can see by the grins on their faces that they remember the same. "Next we have my Aunty Nat. Her full name is Natalia Alianovna Romanoff, though her friends call her Natasha and I call her Aunty Nat. She used to work for an evil organization back in Russia, but joined SHIELD a few years ago and has been a spy for them ever since."
"So she's basically like a better-looking Snape?" Ginny asks and I retort: "Better looking, more respecting of others, friendlier, kinder, and more loving – basically everything Snape is not." And while Mrs. Weasley huffs at this, the others around her laugh at my wit. But the humor escapes them a minute later when suddenly red and white lights start flashing all over the room and an alarm sound starts ringing all over.

Wait what?
Well, to be honest, I wanted to continue with the introductions, but I knew I couldn't keep the Dumbledore plot waiting for too long. The man had arrived at London just as the rest of the Order was heading up into the Helicarrier and there are probably a broom or two lying somewhere around Grimmauld that the man might use to get up there. So yeah, the introductions are on hold, but in return, you're going to get a nice dose of action.
Vocal action,

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