Before I start this chapter, go and check out the fantastic story, 'A Happy Accident: 70 Years,' by the wonderful Njchrispatrick. It is where the inspiration for this story came from. If you notice any similarities between the stories, I do have permission to use them.

"Is that all you've got?" Harry ducked out of the way, ignoring Natasha's teasing. Too many times had he let her quips, her teasing, get under his skin and distract him. Of course, this lead to him losing the fight horribly to her. Despite his decade working for SHIELD, she still outclassed him fighting wise. In every way. He was slowly catching up to her, but it would take a long time. Fortunately, his sheer physical strength gave him an edge, though he didn't try to rely on it. Just like he didn't like to rely on his magic. Over his time spent working at SHIELD, he'd created a unique combat style combining magic and different forms of martial arts.

"You wish." Well, there we went, letting her get under his skin again. It was something that she was particularly good at. He could never fathom why. He didn't usually let people get under his skin nowadays. If there was one thing he was quite a lot better at now, it was managing his temper. Where he used to explode at the smallest things, now he was cool, calm, collected. Perhaps that was a little exaggerated.

Natasha threw a punch at Harry. In a spur of the moment decision, he grabbed her wrist and whirled her around, slamming her into the ground. She grunted in discomfort, eyebrows screwed up. At first, Harry had fallen for this ruse. This allowed Natasha to get the jump on him. Many, many times.

Not this time though.

"Nice try, Nat." He knelt down and placed his hands on her arms, effectively holding her down. Instantly, her face went from pained to irritated. "You aren't going to beat me this time. I'm not falling for that again."

When Harry had first met Natasha Romanoff, it was in a short meeting with Fury. She was standing with Clint Barton in a briefing room. Their eyes had met, they had spoken briefly, then said their goodbyes. Two weeks later, she woke him up at the crack of dawn, chucked a staff at him and said that she was assigned to help him develop his combat skills. From there, their relationship blossomed into a close friendship. It didn't take long before it became something more, something in between friends and what came after.

Humming in frustration, she shrugged his arms off hers, sitting up. "It was worth a shot. Good to see you're learning, though. It's certainly taken long enough."

"Hey, I...I am learning." His protests were weak, half hearted."

"Yes, slowly."

"I did beat you, you know."

"I suppose that is progress." She grinned at him, an infectious grin that set butterflies alight in his stomach. Wiping sweat off her forehead, Natasha walked over to the benches by the walls of the training room. Harry followed, flopping down next to her.

"Any progress is progress in my book, you know that." Harry grabbed his bottle and greedily gulped the water down. A strand of blond hair fell in front of his face, which he tucked back into the ponytail at the nape of his neck. His hair now just brushed his shoulders. "Anyway, what are we doing later today? You got any plans? Any assignments?"

Natasha smiled. "For once, no. Finally got a quiet afternoon. I don't get those often enough." Natasha leaned back against the cinderblock wall, closing her eyes in contentment. "Maybe I could go to a cafe. Or the movies. I think Hugo is out. That could be cool to see."

"That sounds nice. Mind if I tag along?"

"Sure. I could use the company. Seeing what disguises I can use could be fun."

"Well, it's a date." Harry paused. "No, not a date. A thing. It's a thing. An activity. An outing between friends." Natasha chuckled. "Don't do that. Don't laugh." He pointed an accusing finger at her.

"You're making a fool of yourself and it's hilarious. Why shouldn't I laugh?"

"Oh, never mind. It's an outing. Let's settle on that." Harry stood, gathering up his belongings. "Well, I better go and get out of this," he gestured to the SHIELD uniform he currently wore, "and into some normal clothes. Can't have our cover blown, can we?"

"That we can't," said Natasha. She began gathering up her own stuff, slipping it into a large bag. Not many people knew this about her, but she was quite fond of her bags.

Harry was about to reply when Agent Phil Coulson burst into the room. There was a strange manic energy hanging around him, almost like he was vibrating. He was still his usual reserved self, very proper, but there was no denying the...excitement Coulson felt. That was the only word that Harry could think to put to the phenomenon going on in front of him. Coulson had never been like this. It made him wonder what on Earth was going on for him to lose his composure.

"What is it, Coulson?" Harry took a step closer.

"Big news." Alarmingly, Coulson seemed to be out of breath. Now that Harry looked a little closer, there were tiny beads of sweat on his forehead, his cheeks coloured a light red. Coulson never went red from exertion. "I'm going to have to ask you to come with me."

Harry nodded, turning to Natasha. "Sorry, guess Hugo is off." He felt quite bad. Natasha, though, shrugged.

"What can you do about it?" She smiled at him. "Go on. I'm not going to get torn up over it."

"That's a relief."

"If you'll follow me, Mr. Potter." Coulson gestured to the door. His hand was actually visibly quivering. It was either excitement or fear. Harry wasn't quite sure what the agent could be scared of. He was Phil Coulson. Phil Coulson didn't get scared.

"I'm not sure what else I would do." Coulson set a sharp sideways glare his way. "Alright, I'm sorry." He waved goodbye to Natasha, who shooed him away, and followed Coulson out of the room. "So, what is this about? It had to be big if you're shaking."

Coulson glanced down at his hands. "I am not shaking."

"You are."

"Quite the contrary. Now, if you don't mind, I feel like walking in silence. And, before we reach the end of the hallway, it would be wise to put your glamour up."

"Oh, right." How had he forgotten about that? It wasn't like him. His thoughts must have been elsewhere. Most likely thinking about the movie Hugo. With Natasha. No, that was not what was meant to be on his mind right now.

With a muttered incantation and a quick swish of his wand, Harry's appearance returned to what was his 'normal' appearance. For the other agents and employees of SHIELD, at least. With a noise like falling sand, his hair shortened, turning an inky black. Eyes back to green, height back to short. If there was one thing Harry could change about his 'normal' appearance, it would be the height. It was far too late now, though. He was just going to have to live with it.

After walking in silence, the pair arrived in Director Fury's office. Harry's eyebrows began knitting together. This had to be something extremely important. To be fair, most of the things SHIELD dealt with were extremely important. There was something about this, something that niggled at the back of his mind, that seemed to be just a step up from the rest of SHIELD dealings.

"Agent Coulson, Agent Potter. Have a seat." Fury, behind his desk, gestured to the two chairs in front of his desk. Obediently, Harry sat, Coulson doing the same. Fury stood, his long, black, leather coat swishing in his wake. Nick Fury was the only person Harry knew that could pull off the 'pirate dressed in black leather' look. If anybody else tried it, they would look rather foolish.

"May I ask what this is about?" Whenever Harry was around Fury, he found that his speech became far more formal than with other people. It only happened with Fury, though. Then again, he was Nick Fury.

"I'm going to cut straight to the chase here, Agent Potter. You might want to stay seated for this."

"How shocking can whatever you're going to tell me be?"

"You'll see," said Coulson. His foot was tapping up and down so fast it was almost a blur. "You'll see."

Fury stood behind his desk and leaned forward. "We found him."

"Found who?" Harry's mind went blank. He couldn't think of anyone who they were looking for. Unless… "You mean?"

"Yes. I am talking about Steven Rogers, your biological father, also known as Captain America."

"I know who he is, Fury."

"I'm aware."

There was a second of stunned silence, then:

"You've actually found him?" Harry's brain was whirring in overtime, neurons firing at a million miles a minute. His heart was beating a million miles a minutes. Thousands of tiny people were running a marathon in his chest, all around his body. His breath was stolen out of him. Giant painting of possible future scenarios sprang to life in front of his eyes, visible only to him.

"We've actually found him." If Harry didn't know better, he would say that Fury was smiling. On the inside. Of course.

Suddenly, Harry felt an overwhelming desire to see Steve Rogers. Though he didn't consider him his dad, that position belonging to James Potter, he was still family. And, at this point, Harry took any chance he had at family.

"Where is he?"

"The private gym. I presume you know where it is?"

"I do. I do." Harry yanked out his wand and returned his appearance to the real normal. Tall, blond hair, lithe and lean. "He knows about me?"

"I have told him that he'll have a special visitor, yes. I thought I would leave the rest to you two."

"I...thank you. You don't know how much this means to me."

Fury scowled at him. "Go and meet him, stop stalling."

Harry nodded once. "Right."

And suddenly he was running through the halls. He didn't care that people were staring at him, whispers about Captain America following his tracks. He didn't care that there were tears spilling down his face. He didn't ever care that he hadn't been put in the know about this before. All he cared about was the possibility of a family.

He reached the gym, opened the door, and stopped in his tracks.

There.

Sitting on a chair, drinking water.

The face practically a mirror of his own.

Steve Rogers.

Who turned his head at Harry crashing through the door. To say he was shocked was an understatement. And with Harry being Harry, he said the only thing he could think of, the only thing that blurted out of his mouth.

"Uh, hi?"

Damn his stupid mouth.

Hey, sorry it's been so long. I went on holiday for Easter (Waihi is awesome) and then tried to write, but the anticipation for Endgame was too much. I've seen it now. Fun fact, my country was actually first in the world to get it, which is pretty awesome. All I can say is...holy shit.

I've also changed a sentence from the end of last chapter. From now on, the official ship is Harry/Natasha. Thank you to all the reviewers who opened my eyes. You're the real MVP's.

This chapter is shorter because it was actually one split into two. I found that it worked better like this.

Sincerely,
Mariadoria