Around six months later

Harry found a small diner that was grossly sweet and seemed to be a far cry from any establishment that Tony Stark would enter. It was well off the beaten path and mostly quiet. They had their regulars, primarily elderly couples that had frequented the place since its opening in the dinosaur ages. Harry is fairly sure the decor has not changed in that time either. It wasn't much, but it paid for his food every week and some of his rent. They were willing to pay him under the counter which was nice as he could use every cent he earned. It would have to be enough for the next few years as he tried to keep a low profile.

He was doing his normal serving at the counter, when two faces he had never seen before came in. Looked like a mother and son, they seemed close and harry smiled sadly at what could have been. He thought often of Tony Stark, fairly positive that the man was his biological father. As much as he longed to get to know the man, the most he could do was google his name at the library and learn what he could about him from there. Tony Stark was too much of a public figure for Harry to go any where near without danger of giving away his location. Maybe after Voldemort was dead he could look up his father and get to know the man. He knew it would not be the same as he would be a grown man, but they could still grab a drink together or something…Besides who knew, he might not make it past the war with Voldemort, and Tony Stark did not seem to be much better from what he had seen on the news.

"Aunt May, is this really where you want to eat?" The boy asked with skepticism. "Doesn't look like anyone younger than 80 eats here…"

"Peter, your manners! My mother used to bring me here when I was a teenager. It brings back memories. I wanted you to see a place your father and I used to come." Harry listened in, and smiled even more. Here was an aunt who loved her nephew. From the way the aunt was talking the boys father had passed. He looked to be about Harry's age and had a genuine smile on his face. Harry couldn't remember the last time he had genuinely smiled.

"Hi, I'm Mark, I'm gonna be your server today. Can I start you out with something to drink?" Harry introduced himself using the name the goblins had given him.

May and Peter looked up when he introduced himself. Peter whistled, "Woah, British mini Tony Stark"

"I get that a lot…Any drinks?"

"I'll have a coffee," May ordered. "Peter?"

"Um just water for me…I mean could you be related to the guy? You look just like him."

"Pretty sure mate," Harry laughed trying to hide his nervousness, "I'm from Great Britain, only moved here this year. Plus, I am sure up close we don't look all that similar" A lie, Harry knew, but he hoped Peter would take the bait.

"Sure…" Peter said voicing his disbelief, and Harry saw him wince and correctly guessed May had gently kicked him under the counter. Harry got them their drinks and served them their food. They left him with a good tip and Harry believed that was that.

As soon as they stepped out the diner, Peter made a beeline straight for Stark tower. He knew he couldn't bring this to Tony, as he would likely make a joke and never look into the possibility that he had someone related to him. No, Peter went straight to Bruce. He always took everything way too seriously, but right now Peter needed him to take him seriously, very seriously.

"What can I help you with, Peter?" Bruce asked Peter as soon as they were alone like Peter had requested.

"What would you do if you found someone you were pretty sure was related to Tony?"

"What are you talking about Peter?"

"I just went to this diner with Aunt May. The waiter there is like a British Tony, except a lot younger. Looks to be around 13 or 14. He genuinely looks like someone cloned Tony and messed up the eye color. His eyes are bright green, I have never seen eyes that bright. I mean he could have contacts. That would make sense. Do you think someone cloned Tony, and the clone is wearing contacts to throw us off? Should I tell Tony? Will you tell Tony? Do you think the clone knows he's a clone?" Peter rambled in his usual upbeat manner.

"Slow down kid, for all we know he's just a random kid that looks similar to Tony. Tell me where this diner is, and I'll go check him out."

It wasn't a week later when Bruce asked to speak to Tony. Peter had been correct, this boy was somehow related to Tony. Bruce was more apt to believe that he was Tony's son, than to believe someone had cloned Tony without wanting praise, but crazier things had happened. He followed the boy home from work one night, and knew he was living in a dump. It didn't look exactly safe, but the kid was vigilant. Bruce had to use every tool available to him to avoid being seen. He just couldn't understand why the kid wouldn't demand a audience with Tony if he was his father. No one at Stark tower would deny him a meeting with how closely he resembled Tony.

"Hey Bruce, what's going on Pepper said you asked for me to come talk with you urgently? Did you blow up some R&D again? Kill an agent? Has the green man been talking?"

"Tony, I think I found your son…."

Tony stared at Bruce before he barked out a laugh, "Oh my god Bruce, you almost got me there"

Bruce remained stone faced and silent, and Tony became instantly nervous.

"What do you mean you FOUND my son. For you to have FOUND him means that I lost him, and I can promise you that I have no knowledge of ever having a son that I could have lost. I would never cheat on Pepper, I love her"

"Well, actually Peter found him. He's a waiter at a diner across town that May used to eat at as a girl"

"You're telling me you saw some guy who looked similar to me that is a waiter across town and immediately jump to the conclusion that he is my son…"

"No, I'm telling you I saw some very young teenager, maybe 13 or 14, who bears such a striking resemblance to you that Peter brought it to my attention. After I went to investigate myself I agree with Peter. Someone either cloned you, and the kid is the result (although how you explain the green eyes I don't know) or you have a son…."

"Green eyes, you said he had green eyes? What kind of green eyes? Like emerald green? Are they like emeralds Bruce?"

"That's exactly how I would explain them, how did you know?"

"Lily," Tony whispered to himself and then directed his question back to Bruce, "where is he? Where can I find him? Come on I'll drive" Tony said in an almost frantic state.

"Tony calm down, you can't see anyone in this state. You need to think this over, there's more than what I've told you. He is living in a dump by himself Tony. I've watched him for a couple days, he definitely is alone in New York City. I haven't seen him call anyone. He goes to work, the library, and home (not that I would really call it a home)"

Tony took a deep breath, "If he's my son I am bringing him home. You should prepare everyone. If what you say is true I wont allow any son of mine to live in that place another night. Do you have a picture of him? Do you think he is working now?"

"The diner closes in half an hour, you'll be cutting it close"