The father and son were interrupted by an agent who informed the Captain that Fury wanted him.

"I've got to go," Steve told Harry. "Do you want to come?"

Harry shrugged his shoulders, there wasn't much else he could do until he got in contact with the wizarding world. He wondered how his friends were doing and if they were okay. For him to simply go missing, they'd probably think he was dead. Harry felt a sudden surge of guilt but tried to bury the feeling until he had the time to deal with it.

As they made their way, Harry's mind drifted to what the man had said who sent him there, something about Death and him being needed. Hopefully, it wouldn't be for anything too perilous. He didn't think he could cope with anything like that anymore. His attention was caught by all the gadgets laying around, staring at them in awe.

Steve gazed at his son, it was strange to even think that but at the same time filled him with happiness. He hoped that the teen would give him a chance to be in his life, wanting nothing more than to be able to look out for him.

They passed a window and Harry froze. Steve noticed and paused beside him.

"No way," Harry mumbled, stepping closer to the window. The sight before him took his breath away. They were hundreds of miles up in the air and from what he could see the huge contraption, (the hellicarrier?) was supported only by massive turbines.

"This thing is flying. I've seen muggle aeroplanes before but this is just insane." He couldn't fathom how anything of that size could even get off the ground let alone have sustained flight.

Steve couldn't help but smile at the look on Harry's face. "I know how you feel, technology has advance to things I never even thought possible. It takes some getting used to."

"This is brilliant!" Harry breathed. Just seeing the endless sky surrounding them made him itch to go for a ride on his broom, he was grateful that he'd had his mole skin pouch on him when he'd gone to Gringotts. It had had his broom as well as other essentials.

It took him a while but Steve was finally able to lure his son away from the window and in the direction of the meeting room. They entered the room and Steve introduced everyone to Harry and explained the events proceeding his appearance.

"Loki! As in the actual Loki exists?" Harry asked. At Steve's nod Harry continued ranting and asking question after question to a rather disgruntled Thor about the Norse myths and the abilities of his people. It was rare for Harry to get so animated about something but when he did he could at time act like a kid on a sugar high.

"Bloody Hell! Wait until Fred and Geor-" A pained look crossed his face. "George will be ecstatic to know that Loki exists and Hermione would flip just to know the myths were real."

Thor looked warn out by Harry's enthusiasm and persistent questions. When finally, the boy took a pause for breath Thor asked his own question that had been playing on his mind since the boy's appearance. "Tell me Son of Steve, do you wield magic?"

"Oh yeah, I'm a wizard just like my mum," Harry answered.

"Hmm my mother is also a wielder of magic, perhaps they could be introduced," Thor suggested.

"My mum died when I was a baby," Harry replied.

Before Thor could apologise a screen lit up, showing Fury's confrontation with Loki.