So... Everyone has an idea what this chapter is going to be like eh? We'll see...

"So why are we still staying at Stark Tower?" Ron inquired. He knew that Uncle Nick no doubt had a base set up for agents for SHEILD by now. And most likely a new flying ship too. So why were they returning to Stark Tower?

"Uncle Nick only has agent rooms set up. Family quarters are still not made yet. So it's either Stark's or a safe house. And I think you'd rather spend time with Hermione than being hidden away somewhere."

Ron nodded his head.

"Can we at least see Auntuncle FitzSimmons and Uncle Phil? It's weird not seeing them for so long," Ron admitted.

"So long as we can catch them off mission alright? They've been pretty busy since last summer."

Since Loki's attack. Ron could feel the chill trickle down his spine. While the time after the attack was wild and insane, he still felt a touch bit wary of the world. He was safe from the darker aspects of the world until Loki arrived in all his gold and green glory.

It was different in the halls of Hogwarts, there was something about the ancient stone halls that promised no harm from beyond its' own secrets.

Wow, he never thought he'd miss a castle that had absolutely no technology... well, except the plumbing. Thank goodness for small miracles.

"Sounds good," Ron finally responded, now turning his head to look out the window. Everyday, people saw this city view as common place, disorganized and chaotic. Ron drank it all in, appriciating the moment he didn't have often enough living above the city.

It didn't take too long to get to the tower, but Ron was bustling with energy from his long nap on the plane and was eager to run around. Maybe do something were Hermione. Afterall, it must've been boring being the only kid around. Ron knew all too well what that was like. At least he wasn't alone. He placed his hand on his lap and felt a small bump from his pocket. He grinned as he remembered the cell phone that Tony Stark had sent over for Christmas to him and his friends.

He knew there was little if any chance that any of the Weasley's would get one charged, or even understand how to use the rapidly changing smart phones. Good thing Tony was insanely rich and the phones were as good as pocket change to him, at least, that was what Ron assumed.

"You coming with us to see Hermione Aunt Tasha?"

"I don't think so. I'm going to grab some water before going to the gym," she answered.

"I'll meet you in a few minutes alright," Clint responded. Natasha gave a slight nod acknowledging Clint's comment, "You gonna watch Ron?"

Ron showed an impish grin. Far older and wiser than he once was, he understood his dad and Aunt would never seriously harm one another.

"Absolutely."

"Maybe this time we'll actually show him how to throw a punch-"

"Natasha," Clint cut off with a low tone, warning her not to overstep her bounds. Natasha didn't say anything more as she left the two to prep for the gym.

The airport remained busy as people came and went from all of the country and beyond.

Just an average day for the witch in charge of magical animal customs. It was still a bit irritating that more hadn't been done in Britain. But, she knew the rumors about how few wizards and magical folk in general interacted with the non magical community, it was more apparent the truth of the matter with the sheer amount of work she recieved from people coming from across the pond.

Case and point, the animal of the day, a small and rather lazy rat. Brown and unassuming pet. She wasn't even aware that wizards kept rats still as pets or familiars when cats were far more useful pets. Her own lovely Calico Mercy was a prime example.

But who was she to judge. She just had to perform her routine spells and potion administration for the creature to make sure-

"Susanna!"

"Holy fu- Marcus! What the hell?! Don't you know better than to sneak up on someone?"

"And don't you know better than to not cuss out your superiors?" The man questioned. The worker carrying the rat-Susanna- glared.

"What do you want? I'm busy taking this little fella to quarantine."

"Change of plans," he said grabbing the carrier from the woman. "I need you to clean the bathrooms by terminal 1-A."

"Excuse me? Do I look like a janitor?" she hissed. The man snatched the carrier from her hand and gave her a look.

"Look, Dan called off and we really need someone who can make quick work of cleaning the bathrooms. I can't because I have a meeting with the higher ups in a few minutes. Besides, you were a janitor here once."

Oh how she wished she could just pull out her wand and make him ask anybody else. But no. She was still on probation from the last time she did that. And she knew that if she didn't do this now, Marcus would make her life hell for at least a month. Looking at the what appeared to be sleeping rat, she made her decision.

"Last time Marcus. And that rat better be seperated."

Harry, dare he think it, was actually not hating his entire time with his family. For once, he had some control. Every time Dudley approached him with a menacing intent, he just had to remind him of his "You Know What."

Granted, he had only been back at Privet Drive for a week so far, so who knew what the rest of the summer would entail. He would enjoy this semblance of control while it lasted. He wasn't sure when his Aunt Petunia might remember magic for minors wasn't allowed outside of school, making sure to regain the strict order the Dursley house once ran on.

Well, it was still strict. They had well shoved his school supplies into his once bedroom under the stairs. He knew he'd have to sneak down in the middle of the night and get his books and the phone Ron's friend or relative sent them. Most likely a relative when Harry thought about it. The device looked really expensive. He didn't want to really think about what might happen to it if the Dursleys found out. They reacted badly enough when he received a letter from Hogwarts.

Expensive looking phone, or letter to a magical school... Harry wasn't going to take the chance to see the reaction. It was a gift from the best Christmas he could remember. He would do everything he could so he wouldn't lose it.

Even if he couldn't exactly use it. Not without a service like they had for Dudley's new phone.

It was still his. One of the few treasures he had.

Ron was trying hard not to laugh once he found Hermione. Clint didn't bother to hide his laughter. Hermione looked absolutely flustered and Bruce had a small smile.

Tony's face was covered by a smoky green dusty material that oddly enough reminded Ron of potion's... Class.

Oh.

Ron joined his dad in laughing at the unfortunate billionaire.

"It's not funny," Hermione defended, "I know the method was right, I was doing it along side him. And my potion is fine."

"I don't think it's your fault Hermione. But you have a gift that Tony just doesn't," Bruce comforted.

"Yeah. Magic," Ron snorted.

"Oh man, please tell me someone was recording this," Clint howled.

"It was recorded for future studying," Jarvis's voice spoke clearly throughout the room.

"Nice!"

"No. Jarvis, keep birdbrain from the footage alright."

"Of course sir."

Clint arched a brow, silently accepting the challenge of finding the footage leading up to this incident. He'd have to get Natasha in on it too as she was in the kitchen missing the madness.

Ten years. Ten years he had been in hiding. Ten years he had convinced the world he was dead. Or at least Britain.

He wouldn't risk it. No one could know he was still alive. The consequences... They could be unspeakable. He couldn't risk this happening again. Being chased, questioned, locked up. Someway or another, he wouldn't let that happen to himself.

He had so far been lucky. The woman who was taking him for quarantine had been dragged off by her boss, a muggle man and he had been handed off to another muggle individual. He had little time.

He was never a great wizard, but he had awe inspiring self preservation skills. Left alone, possible only minutes alone. In a rough motion, he shifted from his predominant form of the past eleven years. The lazy rat shifted to a greasy and unkempt man with matted and ratty hair and disgusting large front teeth. His hands curled a bit, getting used to having his digits again, on his hand, a pinky was missing.

Moving quickly, he grabbed a small disposable cup.

He may have not been a genius, but he wasn't too terrible at transfiguration either. He wouldn't be an animagus if he couldn't do transfiguration.

With a quick and old spell, he transformed the cup into a close image of his rat self. It may buy him time. It may save his life. He placed the rat into the cage, and took the form of a rat once more, scurrying behind tight lockers just as the door opened. The woman was huffing and grumbling.

"That egotistical asshole. Pulling me away from my job for that pissant shit," she grumbled. Her nostrils were flared and she looked ready to hit somebody.

"Like I'm responsible for what men do in the bathroom. Now where is the little rat? Ah ha," she said snatching the rat in the cage. "Time for you to get your potions. I'm sure you'll like them," she said sarcastically. With controlled steps that didn't betray her anger towards her coworker and employer.

He wasted no more time slipping into the unknown. A man the world believed long since killed by his old classmate from a dark family. No longer hiding under the hands of the blood traitor family, Peter Pettigrew was out running in the streets of the United States.

Uh oh. Say what you want about that nasty rat, but he has a will to live that surpasses logical explanation. And truthfully, while he may not have been nearly as good at magic as James, Sirius or Remus, Pettigrew would have to have at least decent transfiguration with being an animagus.

I have a feeling I have made some enemies in the fandom. How he should've been caught and all that... But at this time, the rat still scurries freely.

Oh, and as for the OCs, fairly minor. They may have one or two more appearances at most in the story. Cause you know. Rats.