Chapter 2:

Harry woke slowly, not wanting to leave the peaceful oblivion. He had never been so warm and comfortable before. He felt like he was floating on a cloud, wrapped up in super soft blankets. Rolling over with a sigh, Harry cracked his eyes open, before giving them a rub and getting up.

Looking around the room he was in, Harry felt awe well up inside him. The room was huge! And one of the walls was glass from floor to ceiling and he could see hundreds of buildings and millions of lights. Tearing his eyes from the window, Harry looked around the room, twirling around in a circle. The walls were a clean brilliant white. So very different from his aunt and uncle's home, which had florals in every room. The bed he had been in was in the centre of the wall to his left with navy blue sheets and fluffy white pillows and blankets. On the wall opposite the bed was a large oak desk that matched the bed frame, and a big desk chair on wheels. On both sides of the desk was a door, and a quick check showed them to be for a bathroom and a wardrobe, which contained a few outfits that looked his size. Looking down, Harry curled his toes into the thick plush rug under his feet, in a navy that matched the bedding.

Harry loved the room. It was large and simple and everything he had dreamed for in a room. He really hoped this was his new bedroom. Harry smiled and trotted over to the bed. There was a little table on either side, and one held a little digital clock.

Gasping at the time, Harry bolted for the only other door in the room. He was so late. He had never slept in this late before. He should have realised when looking out the window that the sky was getting lighter. He had to be quick and make breakfast for everyone. If he made it perfect, then maybe Tony and Bruce and his mummy would like him.

Once in the hallway, Harry decided on a right and headed that way, and luckily, after walking past several doors and soon found himself in the large living space from yesterday. There was a large leather sofa and a sunken area in the middle of the room, curved to face the wall of windows.

Darting through the room to the kitchen, Harry slid to a stop in front of the fridge and pulled the door open to look for ingredients. Sighing in relief, Harry pulled out the packets of sausages and bacon. Setting them on the side, Harry turned to the oven and after a minute managed to turn it on, before moving onto find trays for the sausages and a frying pan for the bacon. Once getting the sausages cooking and the bacon frying, Harry went digging through the cupboards searching for the other ingredients he'd need.

In next to no time at all, Harry had the dining table set and brimming with hot, freshly cooked sausages, bacon, scrambled and fried eggs, beans, toast, harsh browns, and both plain and blueberry pancakes. Ketchup, brown sauce and maple syrup, along with salt and pepper were present in the centre. Each setting had a glass of orange juice and mugs for coffee, which the machine was keeping warm.

Harry was just filling the dishwasher with the equipment he'd used when he heard footsteps coming from the hallway. Quickly standing up and folding his arms behind him, Harry waited to see who was coming.

A moment later Tony had entered the room with a frown upon his face, eyes scanning the table before landing on the nervous boy looking at him with apprehension. His frown deepened, before he migrated to the coffee machine, pulled another mug out of the cupboard, and filled it up, before leaving the room to head to his lab.

Harry bit his wobbling lip to keep from crying. He wasn't sure what he had down wrong. He knew Tony didn't want him, but had hoped that making a perfect breakfast, he would see his usefulness. He clearly needed to do more. Harry nodded to himself, before turning back to the dishwasher to finish loading it. As he turned it on, more footsteps sounded, but more of them, so Harry guessed everyone else had woken up.

Moments later, Steve, Clint, Bruce, and Natasha came ambling into the room, clearly still half asleep. Maybe they had been up late the night before? They all stopped at the sight of the feast before them. Usually breakfast consisted of leftover pizza or Chinese or whatever other takeaway they had had the night before.

"Ummm… Why's food on the table?" Steve muttered, looking a little lost.

Harry timidly stepped forward, then flinched when they all snapped their eyes to him.

"I-I-I made b-breakf-fast" Harry stammered, wringing his hands together and preying they would be happy.

"You didn't need to do that, Buddy. That's not your job. We are meant to make you food, not the other way around" Clint knelt down in front of his little boy, "You're too young to be using the stove or oven or knives"

"I-I'm s-s-sorry. I-I w-want-ted to m-make you-u b-breakf-fast" Harry's stuttering got worse with his distress. He had messed up! They weren't happy like he thought they would be. He didn't know why he thought they would be. The Dursley's had never been happy with anything he did. He had hoped his Mummy and Daddy's would be different.

"It's ok Bud. Thank you for making us breakfast, but you really didn't have to. Let's sit down and eat before it gets cold" And with that, Clint led Harry to a seat and sat him down, then went about filling both their plates.

Following their lead, the other 3 took their own seats and set about devouring the food in front of them. Since they were all so active, they tended to have large appetites.

"Wow, this is really good Harry. Where on earth did you learn to do this at your age?" Steve praised and wondered.

"M-my A-aunt t-t-taught me" Harry replied, basking in the praise. Uncle Vernon or Aunt Petunia had never praised his food before. It made pride swell up in his chest and he silently promised to make something even better for lunch.

"Well, she did a fine job teaching you. Do you like cooking then? I'll admit that none of us are very good and we tend to just order takeaway or from local restaurants. Maybe we can get someone in to carry on teaching you, if you'd like" Steve smiled at the shy boy who had the tiniest grin on his face.

"I-I don't m-mind it"

Once everyone had had their fill, Harry was quick to start taking the dirty dishes to the sink. As he went back to grab another armful of dishes, a hand settled on his shoulder causing him to flinch away from it. Turning around, Harry looked up into the frowning face of Clint.

"You don't need to clean up, Buddy. Why don't you go back to your room and get dressed? Steve and I were going to take you out to get new clothes and some stuff for your room"

"O-ok" Harry stuttered, then scuttled out of the room as fast as possible.

An hour later, Harry found himself stood in the middle of a children's clothing section in a large store. Harry shifted nervously, unsure what to do, and next to him Steve was the same.

"Where to start?" Steve muttered to himself, then looked at Clint, who was slouched in a relaxed posture.

"We need to figure out his size, then just grab whatever we like" Clint said, walking forward and grabbing a couple of sizes in a random top and jeans. He turned and headed to the fitting rooms, leaving the two to follow him.

"Harry, can you try these on and let us know what size fits best? We'll be right outside if you need us, ok Buddy?"

Harry nodded and took the small pile of clothes in the little fitting room. Setting them down on the chair, he quickly pulled off the too big clothes that had been in his wardrobe, but had fit much better than Dudley's cast offs.

Pulling on the first top and jeans in the pile, Harry felt they too were slightly too big, so he discarded them to the side, then pulled on the next set. They fit nice and snug. Hugging his body, but weren't tight or uncomfortable. Pulling them off, and putting his previous clothes back on, Harry checked the size of the clothes, then headed back out to his dads with the pile.

Clint and Steve were leaning against the opposite wall waiting for him, and when he came out, Clint took the pile back off him and asked if he found the right size.

Harry nodded and stuttered out "f-four".

"Great! Let's go pick out what we like" Clint grinned at him, dumping the pile onto a table for the staff to sort.

"What colour's do you like Harry?" Steve asked.

"I-I-I don't m-mind, I l-like them a-all" Harry really didn't mind what he wore. He was just grateful that they were going to buy him clothes that fit.

The 3 of them went down each aisle with Clint and Steve picking up anything they liked. In the end, they had a variety of different tops, shirts, jumpers, jeans, shorts and trousers in different colours and styles. Pants, socks, vests, swim shorts, a cap, matching fleece hat, gloves and scarf, a light coat and a thick coat were also added to the pile. Every time their arms got full, they went and deposited the clothes at the till. Quite a few trips were made, and Harry wasn't sure he'd ever wear even half of the clothes selected.

"Shoe's next" Clint declared and steered them to the shoe section.

Before long, Harry had been fitted for a pair of casual trainers and shoes, running trainers, work boots, sandals, and 2 pairs of smart shoes; 1 black and 1 tan suede.

Harry waited patiently as everything was scanned and bagged at the till. He nearly passed out from shock when the lady said the total was over $2000. Most children have no concept of money, but Harry had it drilled into him by the Dursley's that money was everything, and that he cost them too much. He was sure that what was just spent on his clothes, his Uncle Vernon earnt in a month.

Clint and Steve showed off their muscled arms and carried the many large bags back to the car where Happy, who he had met earlier, had parked outside the shop. The bags were placed into the boot and Clint whispered something to Happy, then proceeded to lead Harry and Steve down the street.

Only a few minutes later, Harry was frozen as they came to a stop outside a huge toy store.

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EDIT: 14/02/18