You'll notice I changed the rating on the story. THe boys finally worked with me so there is lemon, though it is not marked.

Like the last chapter, this one is a series of short stories. I also know that some things the guys say they might not know about, but phft, don't care. It works and I really needed something to work.

Harry led the commandos through the Leaky Cauldron to the back courtyard two weeks after the battle. His magic was back to normal and Dum Dum's new leg was as strong as his old one. Looking behind him Harry had to stop himself from laughing at the others. He could understand their confusion and disgust, he had the same thoughts when Hagrid had brought him here the first time. '

"Harry," Monty looked around him in confusion. "I thought you were taking us to the magical district, not some rundown pub's back alley."

Pulling out his wand Harry flung his arms wide. "Gentlemen, welcome," he tapped the bricks in the right pattern and bowed as it opened. "To Diagon Alley."

The commandos walked through in shock. Sure, they had seen Harry and Steve perform spells and talk about the magical world, but seeing it was completely different. "Holy shit." Bucky stared open mouthed. "Are there places like this back home?"

Steve laughed. "Yes. Heilig Way is New York's wizarding district. There's a wizarding district in most major cities along with a few purely magical towns. Though Heilig Way is…"

"Brighter, more open, with the times, you know in the twentieth century." Harry supplied. "The scary thing is that very little has changed here since I saw it last." The thought that the British wizarding world hadn't changed in fifty years was terrifying for the team. "Exactly." Harry guided the group up the alley towards Gringotts. "For all it's laws against the no-Maj at least the Americans keep up with the times."

They walked a little further while Harry explained the day. "We're going to head to Gringotts so you can exchange some money. After that we can wander for a bit, grab lunch then head to the tattoo parlor." The others were too distracted to do much more than grunt in response. Laughing Harry just kept walking.

Deciding that he would take advantage of being in the wizarding world Harry tucked himself into Steve's side wrapping his arms around his fiancé's waist. Smiling Steve draped his arm over Harry's shoulders, pulling him closer. "I love you." Steve kissed the side of Harry's head. "I can't wait till all this is over and we can get married, buy a house and have a few kids." Stopping, Harry reached up and pulled Steve down into a deep kiss.

Beside them the commandos had finally gotten over their amazement and wanted to ask their leaders a few questions, only to find the two men locked together in a deep soul searing kiss. "Close your mouths boys." Bucky laughed at the others. While they knew Steve and Harry were together, they had never seen them do more than hold hands; the pair made sure no to do anything incriminating outside of their heavily warded room. So, seeing them kiss like this was a bit of a shocker. "Alright you two knock it off." Reaching over Bucky smacked the back of Steve's head.

"What the hell Buck?" Steve reluctantly pulled away from Harry.

"You're scaring the children."

Noticing the other's red uncomfortable faces made Harry blush. "Sorry guys. I guess we got a little carried away with the freedom to be ourselves. We'll try to keep it to a minimum."

"Non." Dernier spoke up. "Don't worry about us. It was just a shock, seeing it first time."

"Jacques is right. You two don't get a chance to be together. So, take advantage." Gabe assured the pair with a smile.

Smirking Steve saluted his men. "Alright, if you say so," and pulled Harry in for another kiss.

"Damn it, Steve." Harry laughed as he tried to push the larger man away. "I'm not snogging with you in public. Now, come on we have goblins to see." Taking Steve's hand Harry led the group to the bank, stopping at the doors. "Now, the bank is run by goblins and they can seem rather rude, but its just their way. Try not to stare too much." Leading them into the bank Harry went to the first open teller. "Hello. I am in need of a goblin to exchange no-Maj currency, I also need to have money withdrawn from my vault for me."

"Teller Gnarlack is the one to see about non magical currency." The goblin pointed to another teller across the way. "Do you have your key?"

Harry pulled out a chain from under his shirt and removed the key dangling from it. "I do. I also have my money pouch with me. I will require five hundred galleons to be put in." Handing over the key and the money pouch Harry turned and led the men to the other teller while Steve wandered over to another teller. "Good day, these men require a currency exchange." Moving aside he allowed the commandos to take turns handing over their muggle currency. Harry was eventually joined by Steve who had finished collecting his money and brought over Harry's money pouch.

"Are we ready to go?" Steve asked as the others gathered around.

"Yeah, I want to see what this place has to offer." Jim was looking excited with the rest, which was a relief after the disaster of their last mission.

"Pick a direction then." Harry suggested as he led the way out of the bank. The others all seemed to agree with him as they all waited for Jim to head off in a direction and followed him.

They had visited a few stores when Bucky called out in excitement. "Braxie!"

Looking over they noticed a group of young men, standing around a fountain. Most seemed to be still in their teens, though there were a couple that were close to the same age as the commandos. One blonde man turned at Bucky's call and grimaced. Smiling Harry and Steve quickly made their way over. "Well, well. Abraxas Malfoy. Good to see you again."

"Rogers! What in Merlin's name happened to you? What are you three doing here?"

"Abraxas, who are these…people." One of the younger men asked looking at the commandos as if they were dirt. Harry instantly recognized the boy from his second year and the trip into Tom Riddle's diary.

"I was going to ask the same thing Mr. Riddle." Coming up between the two groups was an older man with red hair and beard. "May I ask what muggles like you are doing here? I highly doubt that any of you have a magical child of Hogwarts age."

Bucky, not liking how the other man was talking to them decided to completely ignore the older man. "What's up Brax? Did you not tell your friends here about our adventures? I though we had fun that summer."

While Bucky was annoying Abraxas, Harry turned a cold look at the man. There was something about him that he recognized and didn't like. "And who might you be to demand answers from us."

"I am Albus Dumbledore, I teach transfiguration at Hogwarts. Now my boy, you will tell me what you are doing here and how you found the magical world. Then I will make sure that you forget it."

Ah, Dumbledore. That explains why I dislike him so much. Even now that he is nothing more than a professor, he still feels the need to stick himself into other's business. Harry thought while containing his sneer. "To start with, I am not your boy. And unfortunately for you these men have signed a secrecy clause with powers higher than you. So, you will not be removing any memories today. I suggest you go back to Hogwarts and continue hiding from responsibilities. We shall deal with it all for you." Harry turned his attention back to the blond, "Abraxas it was good to see you again. Now, if you'll excuse us." Turning around Harry smiled at his men and gave them a wink, holding up three fingers as if counting down.

"Now just a moment." Dumbledore exclaimed offended. "I don't know who you think you are, but I can assure you that I do not hide in Hogwarts. Now I demand to know who you are and how you, muggles found this place."

Spinning on his heels Harry glared at Dumbledore. "I am Auror Major Hadrian Potter with the ICW Special Task Force currently working with the SSR. I also happen to be Heir Consort Grant. So, unless you happen to be Colonel Philips, General Grant or the Supreme Mugwump, I don't answer to you."

Beside him Steve was laughing at the put out look on the professor's face and decided to give him another push. "I am Heir Grant; Captain Steve Rogers and these men are the Howling Commandos."

"You…you're Captain America!" Tom exclaimed, understanding who these muggles were. Even he had read about Captain America, Phantom and the Howling Commandos and had been grudgingly impressed. To know that Captain America was a wizard made him conflicted.

"Yes, I am. Now if you don't mind, we are running late. Have a good day." Putting his hand on the small of Harry's back and guided him away from the professor, heading for the restaurant. Behind him the commandos flanked their leaders, they could feel the tension between them and that Dumbledore man and didn't want to leave their leaders six open.

Thanking Merlin, he had the foresight to ask his granddad about Diagon Alley Steve guided Harry to the Silver Fox. "Reservations for Grant." He told the hostess as they entered.

Harry shot him a surprised look. "You made reservations? Under Grant? How did you even know about this place?"

"Yeah Cap," Jim spoke up. "What with this Grant stuff?"

"Right this way please." The hostess gestured for them to follow her and led them to a large table in a quiet corner near the back. "Here you are Heir Grant. Let me know if there is anything else you require." Giving a slight bow the hostess left them alone.

"Thank you," Steve held out a chair for Harry before sitting down himself. "My Grandfather is Lord Grant which still holds some weight here in magical Britain. As his heir, I also have a bit of weight of my own to throw around. I wrote to my granddad a few weeks ago and mentioned that we would be bringing you to Diagon Alley and asked where to go for lunch. He suggested here and told me to use his name when making reservations."

"So, what does that make you Harry? Lady Grant?" Dum Dum joked.

"No, you Dum Dum. When we get married, I will be Heir Consort Grant, just like I told Dumbledore. When Granddad finally steps down and Steve takes up the lordship, I will be Lord Consort Grant. Honestly, just because I am the submissive partner doesn't mean I'm a girl." Picking up his menu Harry glanced over the drink selection before calling out, "pumpkin juice please." A moment later a tall glass of pumpkin juice appeared.

"Holy shit! What the hell happened?" Monty asked.

"I ordered a glass of pumpkin juice." Harry smiled at them beside him Steve ordered a cup of tea. "Just say what you want, and it will appear. Don't order anything alcoholic though. There is a spell to test if you have alcohol in your system and if you do, they won't tattoo you."

Cautiously each of the men looked over their menus and called out their drink orders to the table. Steve ordered his own drink quickly followed by a first course. Beside him Harry was also quick to order food. "It's okay guys. Magical food is no different than muggle food. There's nothing strange in it I promise." Feeling reassured the rest of the team was quick to order.

Lunch passed mostly in silence. Only when the main course was finished (except Steve who was working his way through a third main) did Gabe break the silence. "Who was that boy you were talking to Buck?"

"His name is Abraxas Malfoy. He and his father came to visit back in thirty-six. We dragged him to Coney Island and made him go on the rides. It was odd at the time, he had no clue about trains, rides or anything really. He seemed straight out of the dark ages. Wait a second, Harry...Jared's a wizard, too isn't he?"

"He is. I shared a dorm with him in school and during auror training. He went and joined MACUSA as an unspeakable."

"What's an unspeakable?"

"Think of it like the FBI, the CIA and research and devolvement rolled into one department." Harry looked over at his fiancé and sighed in defeat as the other man ordered yet another plate of food. "Well, I guess desert is in order. Treacle tart." After desert, and another two mains for Steve, the men left the restaurant.

"Hey Cap," Monty asked as they made their way to the tattoo parlor. "We did pay for the meal. We didn't just eat and run right?"

"Yes, Monty we paid for the meal. I arranged payment to be taken out of my vault when I made the reservations."

"Fancy." The men all laughed. "Sounds like something Howard would do. Didn't know you were that rich."

"Here we are boys." Harry pointed to a small discreet shop front. "Shall we?" Pushing the door open Harry led the way into the store.

"Afternoon gentlemen. I'm Charlotte Wood the owner. What can I do for you?" behind the counter stood a young witch with a large dragon tattooed on her arm.

"I owled a few weeks ago about a bunch of us getting matching tattoos."

"Oh yes! I remember now. You also said that you would be supplying the design. Please come in, I shall get the other artists."

"Other artists?"

"Yes. When I read your letter and you mentioned how many would be coming, I decided to bring in the rest of my crew to help out." Leaving the room, the witch headed into a back room. She wasn't gone long when she returned with five others. "My associates here, Aaron Smith, Katherine Bell, Net Murk, Daniel Renshaw and Lance Weasley." Harry started when he heard the last name and gripped Steve's hand hard. He knew that he shouldn't be surprised running into a Weasley, but he was. "Alright, do we know where the tattoos are going on everyone?"

Harry nodded. "Yes, we are all getting them on our left upper arms. Though everyone besides the two of us need to have a non-magical tattoo done."

"Yes, you did mention that. You also said that one might be difficult?"

"That would be me," Steve took a step forward. "I've had my body altered by a serum devolved by a squib. It's made it so that I heal extremely fast, my metabolism works extremely quickly. I'm not sure if the tattoo will take. If it does take, I need it to appear non-magical at times as well."

"I think we can do that. Who do we have here?"

"Of course, I apologize. I am Captain Steve Rogers, heir Grant. This is my fiancé Major Hadrian Potter. Our team, Sergeants James Barnes and Timothy Dugan, privates Gabe Jones, James Falsworth, Jim Morita and Jacques Dernier."

"Wait," the witch looked them all over again. "You're Captain America and the Howling Commandos."

The men all smiled and laughed a little. "Yes, we are." Steve gave the witch his public smile. "Can we…"

"Oh, yes of course. I apologize. Captain Rogers, if you don't mind, I will work on your tattoo. "Let us know who is going first. Captain Rogers, if you will follow me." The witch lead Steve over to one of the chairs. "If you would remove your shirt, I'll get started."

The men looked around at each other silently debating who were go first. "I'll wait, you six argue among yourselves." Harry stood back, walking over to were Steve sat getting tattooed. "So, do you think it will take Miss Wood?" He asked Charlotte.

"I think it will. It's probably going to take a few times and some extra spells for permeance, but it will take."

"That's good. I'd hate to have wasted your time if it wasn't going to take." Steve chuckled.

"I think that even if it didn't work for you, I still wouldn't mind. After all, its not every day you get to put such wonderful art on a group of good-looking guys."

"Quick, Dum Dum put your shirt back on before you scare the lady!" Bucky called out from where he was sitting getting his arm worked on.

"You know what Barnes," Dum Dum pointed a finger at Bucky while glaring at the other man. The others laughed at the pair.

Hours later the men walked out with matching tattoos on their arms.

"Peggy?" Harry knocked on the agent's door. "It's just me, I ditched the guys."

"Harry," Peggy opened the door a crack as she was in just her undergarments. "What's wrong?"

"Can I come in?" he didn't really want to talk in the halls, especially about this.

"Of course," stepping behind the door, Peggy opened it wider letting her brother in. "What is going on? Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine…I just wanted to ask you something and I might be kind of…odd."

"Have a seat." Peggy motioned to the chair," let me just finish getting dressed then we can talk. Do you need tea?" pulling a uniform out of her small chest of drawers she entered the attached bath.

Nodding to himself Harry waved his wand and summoned the tea set he knew Peggy had hidden away. Quickly he filled the teapot with water and heated it while preparing the leaves. I can't believe I'm doing this. I said I would never do this…yet here I am. Merlin what am I thinking?

"Harry? Are you okay?" Peggy sat down beside him worried.

"Yeah, yeah I'm okay. You know about the party the guys are throwing Steve for his birthday?"

"Yes, Bucky invited me, but I have plans for that night."

"That's good. Buck said as much, I just wanted to double check and make sure. I just…can you teach me to dance?"

"I thought you knew how to dance?" Peggy was thoroughly confused.

"I do, but I don't know how to dance…in heels." Harry found the contents of his cup fascinating.

"In heels?"

"Yes. And if I could take a couple strands of your hair?"

"Harry. What do you have planned?"

"There's a potion that allows the drinker to take on the appearance of whoever's hair has been added to it…"

"You want to go to the party as me so you can dance with Steve." Peggy smiled at her brother. She understood that it was difficult for the pair to get time together. Harry had tried to convince the team to have a night out in the wizarding world, but after their last trip the men were done with the magical world's attitude towards them.

"If you don't mind." He had been thinking about this since Bucky told him about the team's idea. Thankfully he still had a few doses of long-term Polyjuice in his bag from his last mission that were still good.

Smiling Peggy nodded. "Of course, I don't mind. You and Steve don't get enough time together. I assume that you haven't told anyone of your plans." Harry quickly nodded while downing the rest of his tea. "Okay. Why don't we start lessons now, if you don't have any plans." Holding out her hand Peggy helped Harry to stand then went to get a pair of heels for him to practice in along with a skirt.

For the next couple of weeks Peggy taught Harry how to dance in heels and a skirt. He was doing quite well if you asked him, only he was starting to get nervous about the party. Almost all the one-oh-seven in country were going, to the point that Peggy felt obligated to let the club know what to expect ahead of time.

The afternoon of the party Harry excused himself from the team common and headed to Peggy's rooms. Together they worked on picking out an outfit that would impress Steve even once Harry regained his own body later that night. Once they had a dress picked out Harry charmed it to stretch or shrink with the body that way, he would look good in it no matter what body he was in.

Smiling at him, Peggy pulled out a few of her hairs and handed them over to Harry in a charmed glass vial. "Here you go Harry. Are these enough for what you need?"

Taking the vial Harry smiled back at her. "Yeah, that's' more than enough. I suppose I should take it now so you can help me with the hair and make-up?"

"That's probably a good idea. I don't need you ruining my reputation by going out looking less than one hundred percent." She joked.

"We can't have that." Pulling out the large vial of Polyjuice Harry added one of Peggy's hairs and watched as the potion swirled and turned a dark red. Holding it up, he toasted her with it, "here's to you for helping out with this." Taking a deep breath Harry tossed the potion back and waited for the sensation of his body changing. After a moment the feeling stopped, and Harry had to take a moment to get used to his new body. "Oh Merlin, these things are huge! How do you deal with these everyday?" Harry looked down at his new chest.

Laughing Peggy pulled her double into the bathroom. Take off your cloths, I'll be back in a sec." Moving quickly Peggy gathered the undergarments she had bought for Harry, knowing that this set would look good on Harry regardless of which body he was in. "Here," she said passing them to Harry who had immediately covered his body. "Oh, don't worry about it Harry. Its not like I've not seen them before." Peggy laughed; it was a completely ridiculous situation, but she was growing used to the crazy things that came with magic. "Do you need help with these?"

Harry looked down at the unknown garments then back up at Peggy. "Probably. I have no idea what any of these are."

Taking the garments Peggy sorted them and began helping Harry put them on. "This is your brassiere," Peggy handed him a black lacy piece. Taking it Harry slipped his arms through the straps. He may not be interested in women, but he had seen a few bras and had a rough idea of how they went on. "Not bad. I wasn't sure you would know how that works."

"One of my friends in school, before I ended up here, had a younger sister and my other friend was a girl. I've seen a bra before."

"Then you should know what these are." Peggy tossed another piece of black lace.

"Is everything you own black lace?" Harry asked as he pulled the large panties on. He had seen both Hermione and Ginny's underwear before and what Peggy had just tossed at him were huge.

"No. Just the set I bought for you." Peggy handed Harry the next piece. "I think your best bet for this is for you to sit down and I'll help you put them on."

"Oh, thank Merlin. I have no idea where to even start with these." Harry slumped onto the stool with relief. This was the one thing he was very worried about.

"Stick out your leg and point your toes." Kneeling Peggy looked the leg over. "Did you do as I suggested and wax your legs?" Harry blushed and nodded; he really didn't want to think about that. "Good." Peggy slowly pulled the stocking up one leg. "That way when you change back your leg hairs won't wreck the stockings." Once the stocking was up Harry's leg she quickly pulled the other one up. Reaching behind her Peggy handed him another piece of black lace. "Here is the next piece."

Harry looked the piece over as he stood feeling rather confused. "What is this and how do I get it on…"

"Better question is if Steve knows how to get it off?" Peggy laughed as she steeped closer and turned Harry around. "It's fairly simple actually. Just a few simple clasps. If he does have a problem with it just take off the panties and leave the girdle on. I guarantee you that the men go nuts over it." Doing a few quick adjustments on the girdle Peggy then attacked the stockings.

Looking himself over Harry smiled. "This looks good." He looked over and noticed yet another piece of black. "What is that? How much more is there?"

Laughing Peggy picked up the piece of black silk and held it over Harry's head. "This is the slip and it's the last thing before the dress, hair and make-up."

Harry lowered his head into his hands. "Remind me why I had this idea again?"

"So, you could dance with your man in public without being dragged before a Court-Marshall and shot."

"Right." Taking another deep breath Harry raised his head and nodded. "Do your worst."

Peggy smirked at her twin, "Don't worry…I will."

A couple hours later and Harry was regretting his words. Peggy had truly gone all out and spent over an hour each on Harry's hair and make-up. Though, he thought looking at his borrowed body in the mirror. It does look amazing. I can see why people think Steve likes Peggy. "Pegs, this is amazing. I don't know how you do this by yourself though. I couldn't do it."

With both hands on his shoulders Peggy leaned over Harry's shoulder. "Sure, you could, if you wanted to. I can teach you when ever you want, if you want, and I promise to never tell any of the guys."

"Thank you. I'll see how this goes with Steve then get back you." Sighing he stood up, twinging his fingers together nervously. "I can't believe I'm doing this."

"You just want to be able to dance with him in public, I understand it."

"NO…I mean yes I do, but I told him that I would never dress up as a woman for him. Now, here I am."

"Well, technically, you haven't dress up as a woman, you are a woman."

"I fucking hate you Peggy Carter." Laughing he hugged the woman.

"You better get going Harry. I'll wait until you've all gone before I leave." Gently Peggy pushed Harry through the door. "Have fun tonight and try to keep my reputation in mind."

Laughing Harry nodded. "I'll try to keep that in mind. Have fun on your date tonight as well." Not wanting another lecture from Peggy about her reputation Harry headed for the common where the guys were gathering.

"Peggy," Bucky called out from where he was sitting on the couch. "What are you doing here? I though you had plans tonight?"

"Peggy does have plans you prat." Harry said eyeing the couch. He wasn't sure if he could manage sitting on the couch never mind getting back up again.

"Okay…" Monty eyed the woman with concern. "Since when do you refer to yourself in the third person?"

"Since that's not Peggy." Steve said as he entered the common behind Harry. "Polyjuice Harry?"

"Yes. I talked with Peggy a few weeks ago and she helped me out." Harry didn't need to turn around to know exactly what expression Steve had on his face. "Get that damn look of your face Steven. Or I will take the antidote and not let you see me in this dress." Turning around he sauntered over to Steve, put his hands on the taller man's shoulders and whispered in his ear. "Never mind all the black lace I have underneath." Pulling away he raised an eyebrow at his fiancé, daring him to say anything.

Clearing his throat Steve nodded. "Shall we get going then?" He offered Harry his arm which the wizard gratefully took. Both were feeling extremely nervous, yet excited as Steve led their team out of base and to the near-by club they had all agreed on. Thankfully the owners, being warned ahead of time by Peggy, had brought in extra help, including a couple of bouncers to stand outside and prevent too many people from coming into the already over-crowded club.

Steve was fully enjoying the evening. He had nearly all his friends here celebrating, not only the Fourth of July, but his birthday as well. On top of it all his fiancé had gone to the trouble of disguising himself so they would be able to act like a couple in public. Currently he was watching Harry dancing with Bucky while sitting at the bar drinking a beer. Throwing back the last of his beer Steve got up and headed for the dance floor.

"Mind if I steal her from you Buck?" he asked placing his hand possessively on the small of Harry's back.

Bucky just smiled. "Sure, thing Punk. Have fun you two." Leaving the pair Bucky went in search of a dame of his own for the night. He was certain that Steve and Harry would sneak out sooner rather than later and head back to the compound and he would prefer to be somewhere else for the night. Silencing charms or not, he would just know how loud they were being, having listened to it before.

Out on the dance floor Steve pulled Harry close. "I still can't believe you did this for me." He whispered into her hair. While he was enjoying being able to dance with Harry in public, he missed the other man's body being pressed against him. He wasn't used to the soft curves of a female body and he wasn't sure if he like it.

"It wasn't just for you." Harry admitted softly. "I wanted to dance with you at least once in public. This was purely selfish of me."

Steve threw his head back and laughed. "Very selfish of you." They danced together for a few more songs before Steve pulled Harry off to the side. "You know, I'm feeling rather selfish right now."

"Oh really?"

"Yes."

"And what is this very selfish thought of yours Captain?" Harry couldn't help but press himself closer to his fiancé. He was feeling very small and dainty right now and fully enjoying it.

"I want to take you back to our room, have you take the antidote then see just how amazing you really look in all that black lace you were teasing me with earlier." While he was enjoying being out in public with Harry, he wanted his fiancé back in his own body already.

Smiling coyly at him Harry pulled away slightly. "Then why don't you lead the way?"

Wrapping his arm around his fiancé, Steve quickly left the club, going so far as to hail a passing cabby even though the base was only a few blocks away. Laughing Harry allowed himself to be pulled into the cab beside Steve grateful that the other man didn't want to wait. Honestly Harry wasn't sure how much longer he could stand being in the heels, he had no idea how Peggy stood in them all day long.

Reaching the base Steve was quick to cast a slight notice-me-not charm on them both. He knew that Peggy had other plans and he also didn't want to ruin her reputation by having others see them rushing though the base to his room. When the door closed behind them Steve pushed Harry towards his things. "Take the antidote now please. I want to see you."

Smiling Harry quickly pulled out the vial of antidote and downed it. It was odd feeling not only his body change, but the clothing changing with his body. Clearing his throat nervously Harry looked up at Steve. "What do you think?"

Steve stood still with his hands clenched in fists beside him. "I think if you want to keep that dress intact you need to take it off before I rip it off you."

Licking his lips Harry debated for a moment. He had never seen Steve quite so worked up before and it made him feel amazing and powerful. Besides, that's what repairing charms were for after all. Slowly he sauntered over and ran his hands up Steve's chest and pulling on his tie. "Well, I'm not going to stop you Captain." Standing on tip-toes Harry pressed his lips against Steve's.

Growling much like his animagus Steve lost what little control he had left. Pulling Harry close Steve ripped the dress and slip off Harry's body and threw the other man onto their bed. "Fuck Harry. You need more clothes like this."

Harry watched with amusement as Steve argued with his dress uniform. Getting up to his knees Harry shuffled to the edge of the bed. "You want help with that?" reaching out Harry pulled Steve's tie off then began slowly working on the buttons on his shirt.

Getting frustrated with Harry's lack of progress Steve simply reached up and ripped his shirt off. Toeing off his shoes and socks Steve fumbled with his belt, batting Harry's hands away when he tried to help. Once his pants were open Steve pushed them down nearly tripping in his haste to get to Harry.

Harry's laughter was cut off as Steve tackled him to the bed. His wrists were held tightly by one of Steve's hands while the other roamed over his lace covered body. Kissing his way down Harry's neck Steve forced a knee between Harry's legs and used his leg to push Harry's apart. Whispering a spell, he released Harry's hands and chuckled when Harry tried to get his hands free only to find them stuck to the bed.

"Steve," Harry whined as he strained against the spell. "Not fair. I want to touch."

"No touching. You just lay there and take what I give you." Pushing himself up onto his knees Steve looked over his trapped lover with a lecherous smile. "I think you need to lose one more piece of clothing." Tugging on Harry's panties Steve pulled them down as far as he could without having to move then with an evil glint in his eyes, Steve ripped them in half.

"Damn it, Steve!"

Ignoring Harry's protests Steve proceeded to lick, suck, pinch and otherwise mark Harry's body while ignoring the other man's throbbing erection. Once he was sure his territory was properly marked Steve moved on reaching for the lube Harry had brewed for them. Coating his finger in the lube he brought the now slick finger to Harry's entrance and pushed gently.

Harry threw his head back into the pillows groaning in pleasure. "Oh gods, please Steve. I need more. Please."

Reaching out with his free hand Steve gave Harry's ass a light slap. "No. It's my birthday and I want to play with my present. Now hush or I'll gag you." Moving his finger slowly further into Harry then just as slowly pulled it out, making sure to avoid Harry's prostate beyond a brief feather light touch. He did this a few more times just to torture Harry some more before adding a second finger and eventually a third.

By the time Steve removed his three fingers Harry was a babbling mess. Pleased with the result Steve pulled away and smiled when Harry cried out in loss. "Just you wait. You'll get what you need in a moment." He took a few minutes to commit the picture Harry made to his memory. Harry was tied up, panting and covered in love bites. His skin was glistening with sweat, making the black lace almost transparent.

"Steve, please…" Harry begged quietly.

"Don't worry babe, I got you." Steve reached for the lube again and slowly rubbed some on his cock. After all he didn't want to come too quickly. Lining his cock up with Harry's entrance Steve slowly pushed in groaning at the feeling. Taking hold of Harry's knees Steve threw them over his shoulder and picked up the pace.

"More! Steve! Harder!" Pushing forward Steve bent Harry nearly in half and pushed harder and harder. "Oh Merlin Steve, I'm so close…please…"

"Then cum. Be good and cum for me." Steve aimed directly for Harry's prostate and was rewarded with Harry's cry as his fiancé came all over his own face. Steve followed an instant later. Slowly he eased Harry's legs back down onto the bed and released the binding on his wrists, allowing Harry to sink into the bed. "Don't get too comfortable Mo grá. I'm not even close to being done with you yet."

"Alright future boy," Dum Dum started one evening around the campfire. They were camped in the woods away from the rest of the 107. Officially they were ordered to make camp there so they could quietly leave for their missions, day or night without bothering the rest of the men. Unofficially it was so Philips never had to worry about him, or anyone else, catching Steve and Harry together. Philips, like most of the 107, knew that Steve and Harry were together, but as he didn't know he didn't have to report them, and he wanted to keep it that way.

The unit had just finished taking down another Hydra base and were enjoying the down time between missions. Usually the commandos were flown back to England, but as they were close to another base they were being left in country until a plan was made for taking the next one.

It had already been a couple of days and the men were getting sick of loosing at poker to Bucky and Monty. Steve had suggested they bring out the beans, but that plan had been quickly shot down. So, Dugan had the genius idea to question Harry about his time.

"What do you want Dum Dum?" Harry asked from Steve's lap feeling a little annoyed. He had finally convinced Steve to retire early, now Dum Dum was bothering him.

"Tell us about the future."

Harry turned and looked at the team. They all seemed excited and eager, damn. "There's a lot in the future. What did you want to know about?"

"What's the one thing you miss the most about your world?" Gabe asked.

"My Firebolt." Harry had a dreamy look on his face.

"What's a Firebolt?"

"A state-of-the-art racing broom. It went from zero to one hundred and fifty miles an hour in under ten seconds. My godfather gave me one for Christmas when I was thirteen."

"That sounds really amazing. I didn't know anything could go that fast, never mind flying on a broom. What about the non-magical world? What can you tell us about that?

"What do you want to know about the muggle world?"

"Everything."

The wizard held his hands out in exacerbation. "That's a bit vague. You want to know about tellies, VHS, DVD, CD, bands, computers, internet, cellphones, space travel-"

"WAIT!" Bucky exclaimed. "Space travel? As in space" he pointed up to the stars, "space?"

"Yes. Now, don't ask me how or about any details because I have no idea." He waited a moment for the others to agree. Even Steve seemed interested. Sure, Harry told Steve a bit about the future, but as it was mostly about his childhood Harry figured it didn't really count. "Um, the Americans put a man on the moon."

"You're kidding me? The fucking moon!"

"Yeah. I remember my aunt telling my cousin about watching it on the telly when she and my mom was a girl."

"What's a telly?" Jim asked.

"Television. It's like a movie, but smaller and in the house. They have shows, like on the radio but with pictures. Eventually they have what's called a VHS that attaches to the telly and lets you play movies in the house."

"You're fucking full of it, Potter." Jim scoffed.

"Really. You have no issues believing anything about magic, but you stop believing at something as normal as telly?"

"You've proved everything about magic though Harry. It's a little harder to believe about this future stuff." Steve stated as he rubbed a hand down Harry's back. "What's your favorite thing from the no-Maj world?" he wanted to get off that topic and hoped to help calm Harry down.

"Well, that's a little hard. I was never allowed to watch the telly or go out to restaurants when I was a child."

Steve's head fell back. Fuck. He thought taking a deep breath. I forgot about that. Damn.

"I would have to say the books." Harry continued completely ignorant to his fiancé's issues behind him. "It's kind of funny actually. One of my favorite book series as a child was an older one, yet it hasn't even been written yet." Harry laughed at the horrified looks on the guy's faces. "I think that's the way for most of the things in the nineties…though I suppose if time moves the same it would be two thousand and four."

"Two thousand…" Gabe stared at Harry and the rest of the team weren't much better.

"I think you broke them." Steve joked as he tightened his arms around Harry's waist. "What books do you miss?" If he knew what the book was called, then he can keep an eye out for it so he can get it for Harry the moment it comes out.

"The Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit by JRR Tolkien. I think the first one came out in the fifties. Oh…and pizza. I miss pizza."

"What is pizza?"

"It's a food. There's a flat dough covered in tomato sauce, cheese and other toppings like pepperoni, bacon, onions, basically anything really. We had it for a school lunch once and because someone was sick that day, I got their pizza."

"Pizza sounds good." Dum Dum smiled as he reached for another piece of bread.

"Maybe I can see if I can sweet talk Christenson to let me use his kitchen and we can make pizzas." The guys all perked up at that idea and were about to drag Harry to the kitchen right away. "Not tonight!" Harry stood holding out his hand to stop them. "If nothing comes up then we can try and do it for lunch tomorrow. Maybe. Now, I'm am going to bed and Steve is coming with me." Taking Steve's hand Harry led the laughing super soldier to their tent.

The next morning Harry went off to talk with Christenson about using the kitchen after lunch. Once he had the go-ahead Harry then went into the kitchen to make sure Christenson had everything, he might need to make the team pizzas. Thankfully there was nearly everything they could want to put on their pizzas. Once Christenson and his crew had cleaned and left for drills Harry began setting things up.

Steve brought the team into the kitchen not long after, all of them eager to taste this pizza. They had even brought Peggy with them. The men were nearly vibrating with excitement, they were going to taste something from the future.

"So," Dum Dum smiled, rubbing his hands together. "How do we do this?"

"You listen to me and do as I tell you." Harry pointed at Dugan with a large knife. "Or we don't do this."

Holding up his hands in surrender Dugan nodded. "Yes sir, Major Potter. Mission parameters understood."

"Now, do any of you idiots know anything about cooking or baking? I know I can't rely on Steve or Bucky for anything other than cutting things up."

"Hey!" they both yelled. Harry just raised an eyebrow in challenge, which neither one bothered to deny.

"I can work an oven and follow a basic recipe without burning the place down." Monty shot Steve and Bucky a smirk.

"And I have made a few cakes and cookies, so I am capable of following directions in the kitchen." Peggy said.

"I can work with that." Harry handed Peggy a piece of parchment that had been spelled against spills. "This is the dough recipe; we'll probably need at least five batches of it. I've already proofed the yeast, so you don't need to worry about that. Gabe would you mind helping Peggy out with that?" Harry pointed them to where he had the necessary ingredients and bowls waiting in one corner of the kitchen.

"Monty, as you seem capable of following directions without too much supervision, I'm leaving the sauce to you. I've already adjusted the recipe so we should end up with a lot of sauce." Passing over another piece of parchment Harry pointed to where he had the ingredients for the sauce ready on another counter.

"As for the rest of you," Harry led the men to a separate part of the kitchen. "We need to grate cheese and cut up toppings. Surprisingly I trust you idiots with knives more than I do with appliances. We need everything to be in bite sized pieces."

"Do we really need all this?" Jim asked looking over the huge spread of ingredients. There was ham, pepperoni, sausage, chicken, mushrooms, peppers, onions, olives and a giant block of cheese.

"Yes? I mean everyone likes their pizza a different way, but if there is anything there that no one wants to try then let's not cut it up. Give me a sec and I'll check with the other three, just to be on the safe side. To start with we do need the cheese grated and the pepperoni, sausage and mushrooms cut up." Leaving them to start with chopping Harry went over to check with the rest of the team about their preferences and to see how they were getting on.

When he was sure everyone was getting along nicely, he went to heat up the ovens. Thankfully the army had somehow managed proper electric ovens for this camp and he was highly grateful, he really didn't want to deal with the commandos and a coal burning stove. "Alright!" he called out a few minutes later. "I need everyone to grab something and bring it to the center table here." While he waited Harry gathered the pans.

"Okay," he started by pointing at one end of the table where the pans were. "I need the dough to go at this end, the sauce next to it and all the toppings at the other end. If you give me a second, I'll split the dough up and show you how to spread the dough out and what to do. Then I'll let you all loose. But try not to make too much of a mess alright. And don't eat all the toppings, we need those."

When he was sure they were mostly all paying attention and not stealing too many toppings to eat Harry showed them how to stretch out the dough, make sure it was on the pan properly, cover it with sauce and then cover it with toppings. Once they were all done Harry arranged the pizza's up on a large baking tray and put them in the ovens. "Alright," he clapped his hands together. "Now we wait."

"How long until they are done?" Dugan asked, nearly jumping up and down in his excitement.

"Around ten to fifteen minutes. Relax, you getting all hyped up will not make them cook any faster."

Ten minutes later Harry was wanting to hit Dugan with a hex. The man refused to sit still, going so far as to get the others as excited as well. Getting up Harry went to the ovens to check on the pizza's, letting out a sigh of relief. Thank Merlin they're done. Pulling out his wand Harry opened the ovens and levitated the pizzas out. "DON'T touch them just yet! We need to let them cool. That is unless you enjoy burning the roof of your mouth on molten hot cheese." Waving his wand Harry cut the pizzas and cast a cooling charm on them as he knew that there was no way any of the guys were going to wait. Just as he knew the guys all immediately began eating the moment, he lowered the pizzas down in front of them. shaking his head Harry sat down between Steve and Bucky to enjoy his own pizza.

"Oh, God. This is amazing! I love pizza." Bucky moaned. Around the table the team all agreed. Harry knew they all could devour food like nothing else, but he couldn't quite believe the speed at which they inhaled the pizzas.

Beside him Steve pushed the last piece of crust into his mouth. "Could we have more Harry?"

Looking around at the team who were all smiling and nodding, Harry sighed. "Oh alright. Let's make more."

If there was one thing the guys hated more than being bored on their downtime, it was playing Steve or Harry at chess during said downtime. Even Howard Stark hated it and avoided playing against either man as much as he could. The only ones who ever had a small chance of beating them were Bucky and Dugan of all people. Bucky, simply because he knew both men so well and could see their tells while Dugan had enough strategical knowledge to help him out.

None of the men had any issues playing one another, hell they would even take on Howard from time to time. They all enjoyed the game, and each would take turns challenging the team. It was only when Steve or Harry brought out the chess board that they would hide, though they had to admit watching Steve and Harry play against one another was highly entertaining and could go on for days (mainly because of food breaks).

One evening Jacques had somehow been coerced into playing Harry at chess. Pouting, he watched as Harry took yet another of his pieces on the board. Then an idea hit him. There was no way he was going to win this game…so fuck it, he was going to have fun with this. Jac waited until Harry made just the right move.

"Hun looks like you've got my king cornered," Jacques stated as he took a swig of his beer. "Maybe this is a good time to mention that shortly before we started playing, my pawns and knights revolted and instituted a representative democracy. Feel free to kill the puppet ruler that was the one remaining vestige of our tyranny, you cringing servant of the crown." Standing he held up his beer in salute and walked out of the room with a cry of, "Vive la revolution!"

Harry could only stare in shock at the now empty chair. "Did that really just happen?"

Steve nodded, "yeah I think it did. I suppose that's one way to win at chess."

The rest of the team was laughing hard enough that a couple of them fell over. Even Peggy and Philips were laughing. As it turned out that was the start of a new way of playing chess. Each of the team came up with their own ways of what was now known as cheating at chess. Once they had an idea, they were quick to challenge Steve or Harry to a game while the rest of them gathered around. Suddenly their chess nights became far more entertaining, to the point where Howard had created a schedule for who would play against Steve and Harry.

"Sorry, your kingdom experienced a debilitating outbreak of plague and now your defenses are shattered, leaving the board open for my rampaging forces…checkmate." Gabe told Steve when it was his turn to play.

"Hey, welcome back. While you left to get a snack, those six pieces you'd captured slipped their guards, tunneled to safety and emerged right in the middle of your royal palace." Jim casually mentioned when Steve returned from the kitchen one evening.

"Ohhhh would you look at that. My pawns all found Jesus and now they are all bishops." Dum Dum laughed.

"So," Howard said his night playing against Harry. "I know it looks like I'm putting a thimble on the board but actually my rooks have been using their downtime to build another rook, one that's better, stronger, faster-"

"Really Howard?" Steve scolded from his chair behind Harry.

Steve waited for Bucky's crazy idea when they played the next night. And waited and waited, eventually he figured Buck hadn't thought of anything yet or was waiting to get Harry with it.

"I'll be right back," Bucky said standing and holding up his empty beer bottle.

Nodding Steve watched the other man leave the room. A few moments later he jumped when a marble smashed into his king. Looking up he saw Bucky standing in the door holding a sling shot wearing a shit eating grin.

"Looks like your king was just assassinated punk." Tossing the sling shot at the board James turned and left the room. "I win."

"Parlay!" Monty called out one evening while playing against Harry.

"What?" Harry asked feeling very confused.

"I invoke the right of parlay. According to the pirate code you have to take my appointed commander to your leader under the flag of truce." Picking up his queen Falsworth placed it directly in front of Harry's king. "Checkmate."

Harry shared an irritated and fond look with a laughing Steve. "I hate all of you."

Peggy was the last to challenge the pair at chess. "I'll take you both on at the same time."

They looked at her confused. "What?"

"One of you makes a move then you leave the room and the other can come in to make the next move." Nodding they agreed and decided to let Steve go first.

During one of the switch-offs Peggy leaned back and undid one of the buttons on her sweater. Harry came in, looked at the board, made his move then left. He was followed by Steve who did the same thing.

Shrugging Peggy undid another button and adjusted her blouse before leaning over the board slightly. Once again both men came in, looked at the board, made a move then left without a word. Across the room the rest of the Commandos were all drooling slightly and completely unable to look away.

Several moves later and Peggy had lost. Steve and Harry sat across the table from her looking confused. "I thought you were going to try cheating as well Pegs." Steve said as he accepted a beer from a laughing Bucky.

"Oh Punk, you have no idea just how well she did cheat. It just doesn't work on you two."

Laughing Peggy hid her face in her hands laughing. "I guess that's what I get for trying to distract a pair of gays with my boobs."

I'm going to point out that the tattoo the guys get is the same as the Story picture ID

We're almost done this one. I'm thinking that once this is finished being posted I might wait a couple weeks before posting the next story, just to give myself some time to write a few more chapters. Right now I'm fighting with chapter 5 and as I've told my friend I have no idea how long it's going to be.

EDIT: I know that pizza was in the states in the 1900 and the first pizzaria was opened in 1904/05, however it was mainly popular with Italian immigerants and it didn't make it out of New York until the late 20's and 30's. Pizza did not become popular until 1949, after the war. Also pizza did not become popular in the UK until the 1950's.

Not only that but it cost around 15 cents per slice of pizza in 1930, comapred to five cents or less for a hot dog. The likelyhood that a couple poor Irish immigrant kids wandered into the Italian areas and spent that much money on pizza is highly unlikley.