There was nothing quite like being the center of attention. Something that Tony had understood since he was a young boy. He had been a focus for many type of people. Businessmen, scientists and most notably, the tabloids.

Heck, he couldn't go anywhere without drawing all the attention to himself. However, he used this little ability to his advantage. Bruce and Hermione needed to get into the tower undetected? All he had to do was step out for a few minutes and let the paparazzi follow him around. Simple. All so incredibly simple.

Not to mention, it gave him some moments to show off. It was always so entertaining to see people react to his Iron Man suit.

He didn't even bother to hide how smug he was when it came to the suit.

"Mr. Stark! Mr. Stark!" a reporter for some tabloid paper called out to him. He didn't bother landing but gave the person a look. His helmet pulled back to reveal his face. He arched a brow showing his lack of interest.

"Is it true that you are sleeping with Captain America?"

Tony didn't even bother to roll his eyes as his mask went back over his face.

"Oh sure. Not that I don't have a smoking hot girlfriend," he said practially oozing sarcasm from his very being, impossible to ignore on the cameras recording him, "I am surely with a ninty year old American fossil."

He didn't say anything more as he flew off back towards the tower. He was sure that Bruce and his little Hermione had made it back to the tower by now.

Soaring across the New York sky line, he ignored the gawking individuals below from common drivers, to pedestrians, to parents gathering their children in at a park. The children's reactions caught his attention for a moment as they looked at him in awe, not even fully aware of everything he had done, but wondering and wanting the suit he had designed.

It was good to be the main man.

"Are you alright Hermione?" Bruce asked his rather tired looking ward as he assisted bringing her belongings to her room that Tony had set up for her.

"I'm fine," she yawned as she covered her mouth. "Sorry."

"No need. Jet lag can be a bit of a hassel to get over. I understand if you need to rest a bit."

"No. I'm fine really," she replied stubbornly. "I'd like to get started on my homework actually."

"Do you have a lot?"

"A bit."

"Mind if I take a look?"

Hermione paused. She looked Bruce in the eye despite her fatigue.

"You actaully want to look at my homework?"

"Well... yes? I'd like to be able to help you if you need it. But I'd actually to look at it to see if I understand it first," he replied sheepishly. Hermione looked back at her trunk and began to pull out some parchment and a rather old looking leather bound book.

She opened it up and Bruce noted a few of the terms such as brewing and cauldron.

"Is this potions?"

"Mmhm. Professor Snape is very strict and is very tricky to please. So, I figured I'd get started right away and make sure this is my best work."

"What's best work?"

Both Hermione and Bruce turned to see Tony standing in the doorway to her bedroom.

"Oh. Tony, you're back."

"You know it Green guy."

Bruce averted his gaze to Hermione's homework.

"Oh what do we have here?" Tony said walking into the room and picking up Hermione's textbook.

"My potion's text book."

Tony's eyes scanned the paper.

"We can get this stuff. JARVIS, get the kid some ingredients. And send them to my lab."

"Of course sir."

"Wait a moment. I'm not allowed to do magic outside of school until I'm an adult."

Tony gave a devious look.

"Perhaps in Britain. But who's to say in America?"

"Tony no."

"Tony yes!" He said as he sauntered out of the room with Hermione's text book towards his lab.

Clint was glad that it appeared that Arthur Weasley, the biological father of his son, didn't hate him. Or if he did, he was putting it aside in favor of having Ron interact with the family without too much fuss.

And take advantage of asking numerous questions about some of the most obscure things. From Rubiks cubes to telephones, there seemed to be nothing that he wouldn't ask about in thourough detail.

Molly Weasley was more the questioning type. If she was speaking to Clint, it was always a question. Seldom as it was, it was something. Heck, it was more polite than many of the people he worked with had to say.

The children however were the most unpredictable.

Fred and George tried to cram in as much time as they could in with Ron before the inevitable parting they didn't wish to bring up. This in turn made him spend quite a bit of time with Ginny, the young female red head that seemed almost indifferent to Ron. What was most entertaining however, was whenever Ron got fed up with the attention from his biological parents or the twins and ran off to one of the upper levels Clint was not welcomed to go into. If he trusted what he heard though, he was running into the oldest son who was present in the house's room. Percy Weasley.

The only time Clint saw this Weasley was when he was invited inside around dinner time to eat with Ron and for the rest of the family to watch him carefully and judge him amongst themselves.

"Everyone enjoying dinner?" Molly Weasley asked.

"Absolutely!"

"Positively enriching!" the twins laid on rather thickly. Molly gave a fond expression at their answers.

"It's good Mum," Ginny added in with a smile.

"It's fine Mum," Percy said eating reasonably quickly, no doubt to return to his room for school or some other teenage activity. Clint half wondered if he had a girlfriend and someway to instant message. Granted, Stark did gift them all cell phones. Although if Arthur was any indication, none of them knew how to use one other than Ron.

"Lovely as always dear," Arthur answered tiredly. Clint wasn't entirely sure what the man did, but he came home rather exhausted everyday he had had to go in.

"Everything alright Ron?" Molly asked not hearing him answer her question. He looked a little uncomfortable for a moment before taking a bite of mashed potatoes.

"Everything's good," he answered. Clint gazed at him for a moment more as Molly began to eat some herself.

"We should swap recipes sometime," Clint commented. It was rather good British home cooking. He didn't think he'd have such a good shepard's pie in a long time.

"Swap recipes? You cook?" Molly replied back. Clint took it in stride.

"Sure I do. Ron helps sometimes too."

Ron gave a smug grin towards Clint.

"Only on taco night."

"Ta-ko? What in Merlin's name is a taco?"

Clint arched a brow in disbelief.

"Only the best easy to eat mexican food ever."

"Better than churros?"

"Oh don't make me choose," Ron whined. Clint gave a wicked grin. Ron pondered it over for a moment.

"I stand by what I said. Tacos are the best. Because you can eat them anytime. Churros are for dessert."

"A tako?"

"Yes," Ron said entusiastically. Everyone else looked horribly confused, going so far as to pause in their eating as Ron took another bite, "But dad does make the best deep fried vegetables."

Ron missed the hurt expression on Arthur's face as Fred and George asked questions about apparent deep fried vegetables.

Harry wasn't sure he could contain his excitement for school to start once more now that he was back in the same boring house he had lived almost his entire life in. Number 4 Privet Drive with the same plants, shrubs, hedges and family he had been with for as long as he could remember.

While he initially loathed returning, there was something perplexing about being back. Or rather, there was someone acting perplexing. Dudley had hardly said one word to him. And while this was a relief to Harry, not having to deal with his overly large and rather dimwitted cousin, there was no doubt he would have said something by now. Either to torment him or to get him into trouble, Dudley hadn't done anything.

He had been at a distance, acting odd. He was still doted on by his mother and father, but was speaking a bit less.

Harry couldn't figure it out. But he had more important things to worry about. Like his chores, his homework and the care of his owl Hedwig.

So long as Dudley didn't bother him for a while, he wasn't going to complain.

So we have had some Tony time! Dear lord I need practice writing Tony. Ah well, that is something to note. But Hermione gets to have some fun with potions with Bruce and Tony. Hopefully nothing goes wrong. Hopefully. Thankfully, there is JARVIS.

I need a JARVIS in my life.

And we have had a return of the taco mentioned. I blame Venture's Adventure for Takos.

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