Harry stumbled into Kingsley's office half asleep. Kingsley grinned as Harry fell into the seat opposite him and purred at the simple action of being able to sit and relax.

"I've been out in the field 52 hours. I want a nap. I'm not as young as I used to be."

"I've been talking to several different countries including the American Ministry and they want to bring in the Avengers."

Harry curled farther down in the chair fighting his drooping eyelids. "Can we have this conversation after I've slept?"

"No."

Harry slit his eyes and looked back to Kingsley. "Give me the fucking files."

Kingsley handed them over. Harry sat them in his lap and glared. "Where is Nelson on that smuggling case? I found several cases of potions with those weird labels when I searched the last warehouse."

Kinsley made a note and waited. Harry huffed flipping open the file. He began to pay attention when he read of an alien invasion.

"Is this for real?" He mumbled out. "I thought it was some Quibbler…"

Harry's voice stopped as he looked at the file containing the members. He'd scrolled, half paying attention, until he saw Captain America a.k.a. Steve Grant Rogers. His stomach bottomed out. He flipped through the folder like a madman. He got to the Captain's page and his heart stopped.

He'd been part of an experiment preformed by the American military. Harry knew how much Steve wanted to go to Europe and be accepted as a soldier, but this, would he have done this? Harry thought to when he left and Steve knew he would never be back and Bucky would be leaving in the next few days. Oh Merlin, how he wanted to stay. Could this really be him? He flipped to his picture and he heard a strangled sound come out of his mouth. It was him. The Avengers were at Stark tower now listed as the Avenger tower in New York.

He stood, files falling to the ground. He didn't give a damn about anything else. He was going to New York.
"Harry! Harry! POTTER!"

Harry turned back to him. He had no idea how long he'd been standing there holding that file.

"Potter, are you okay?"

Harry dropped the file on his desk. "I quit."

Kingsley stared at him. "Is this a joke?"

Harry was already planning what he needed to do. Contact George and Fred and con Draco into watching the kids. He could do this. He would apparate over to New York. He would be exhausted but he could keep under the radar.

"POTTER!"

Harry looked up. Kingsley's door was open but Harry ignored the people stopping to watch.

"I'm leaving."

"No, you are going to explain yourself."

Harry laughed. "I'm through. I'm leaving now."

Kingsley made a choking sound. Harry turned and left. Kingsley ran into his doorway screaming. Harry ignored him running for the floo. Heads turned and watched as he ran. He ignored them all and continued. He hit the floo and was home in minutes.

Lupin was sitting on the couch with the kids asleep surrounding him. Harry looked at them then ran upstairs. He jerked his trunk out and began packing at random. He grabbed muggle clothes as Lupin walked in the room seeing Harry distressed. Harry looked at him stopped then went to Draco's room. Draco was bent over getting pounded by Merlin only know who.

"Draco!"

Draco's head whipped around and he snarled. "Busy."

Harry walked over knocking the guy with the amazing ass off Draco. "Get the fuck out!"

The man's mouth opened and closed like a fish. Harry snarled and he grabbed his clothes. Harry changed the wards and dude disappeared from the house.

"What the fuck Potter?"

"I need you to watch the kids. I'm leaving and I don't know when I'll be back."

Draco stood grabbing a pair of boxers. Harry ran back out of the room. Lupin was waiting on him. Harry walked to the floo and screamed for Fred and George. Fred popped his head in the fire.

"I'm leaving. Will you help Draco watch the kids?"

Fred looked at Harry then stumbled into the room. "What is going on?"

Draco ran into the room. Harry ignored them all. He threw in his broom and his emergency potion kits. He grabbed a few books he kept on hand for long trips. Draco ran through the room and grabbed Harry's arms shaking him.

"Potter, you've been gone all week. You come home scaring the shit out of us. Now, you're acting like a crazy person."

Harry shook within his touch. "Draco, he's alive."

"Who's alive?"

"Lily's father. He's in New York."

"Harry." Draco began.

"No, I'm going."

Lupin moved to Harry. "Harry, you know we will always support you."

Harry moved out of his grip and began grabbing more clothes and shoes at random. He was terrified. He closed his eyes and shrunk the trunk.

"Harry, I'm all about star crossed lovers but going to find an old muggle, why are you doing this?"

"I love them Draco, I will always love them. And I found… Steve. I found him. I'm going to him."

Draco made a noise to protest.

"I'm going." Harry stripped changing into jeans and a black shirt. He pulled on boots and slid his trunk in his pocket. "I'm leaving."

"Harry." Fred moved to grab him. Harry stopped to just look at him. "You will wear the bracelet and you will call us constantly."

Harry nodded digging around on the desk and slid on the bracelet that Steve and Bucky had given him. Over the years, they'd all added charms to it. George had invented one that would let them find him anywhere.

Fred moved hugging him. "Just be careful."

Harry looked around the room to the men who he considered family. He nodded knowing his kids were safe. Harry apparated to New York.

He almost collapsed as he stood trying to hold onto his consciousness. He wondered if he could walk the block to the Avenger tower. He leaned against the alley and huffed. He seriously needed to sleep. Steve, he wanted to see Steve.

Harry moved out into the city. It was dark. London was hours ahead. No wonder the kids were asleep when he got home. Lupin must have fallen asleep on the couch and decided not to move the kids. He smiled thinking about it.

Harry made his way slowly to the Avenger tower. He stopped when the A was spotted on the tower. Harry stopped at the doors leading inside. He was terrified. The paperwork had said this was the last known address of Steve Rogers. It had been since the 40's. What if it was an imposter? What if Steve didn't remember him? What if Harry meant nothing to him? It had only been six years for Harry but it had been so many more for Steve. Harry was starting to shake.

He stood for at least twenty minutes staring at the door. He took a step and walked through the door into the lobby. He stood taking the room in. He was feeling dizzy but he didn't care. He walked to the receptionist and stared. She looked up at him and he balked for a second. Oh Merlin, what if this was a mistake and he would be here and fuck, Steve might not even remember him.

"I need to speak to Steve Rogers."

The receptionist rolled her eyes. "Don't we all?"

Harry leaned down looking at her. "Will you tell him Harry Potter is here to see him? I will leave if he asks."

She rolled her eyes. "How do you know Mr. Rogers?"

"1942." Harry replied.

She rolled her eyes and made a mocking noise. Harry moved walking to the couch and collapsed down sitting. His head was spinning. He should have slept and then apparated after. It was hard enough when he was well rested to travel to other countries. What was he thinking?

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It had been a long night. They had been home for little over an hour. The Hydra base they'd found had been mostly empty but for a few lost soldiers with nowhere else to go. They'd killed or captured them quickly, got the Intel and were out of there without anyone getting hurt but it was still another loose thread that was wearing them thin.

They'd all showered and were currently eating take out when Jarvis spoke above them.

"Captain Rogers?"

"Yes Jarvis."

"There is currently someone in the lobby asking to speak with you. He states he knows you from 1942 and says his name is Harry Potter."

Bucky and Steve froze comically.

Steve's fork skittered across the table, his eyes moving locking on Bucky's. "What… what?"

"Sir, Harry Potter is downstairs currently sitting waiting for an answer to see you."

Steve stood and walked to the monitors. "Is this a joke?"

Stark moved pulling up the cameras in the lobby. They all turn to look at Harry below his hands covering his face. Steve physically took several steps back. "What… what… can't be… Oh my God… Bucky…"

Steve moved running for the stairs. They heard the stairway door groan as he slammed it open and his steps as he ran.

"What the hell was that?" Stark turned roaring at Bucky.

Bucky stood quietly staring at the monitor before Stark's voice pulled him away. He turned to the elevator as everyone shocked jerked out of their thoughts and ran to catch up.

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"Harry?"

Harry looked up and froze. He ended up standing but he couldn't move any closer. Steve took a step to him. People were filing into the room behind him but Harry was too lost to see anything but Steve. The Steve he knew was so different but his face, Merlin his face, it was his Steve.

"Tell me it's you." Harry stuttered out.

"How is this possible? I haven't seen you since you left in 1943."

Harry opened his mouth and slammed it shut. "A really long story."

Steve took another step to him. Harry inhaled a deep breath. "I was terrified you wouldn't remember me?"

"How the fuck could I not remember you?"

The people around the room flinched mouths open.

"Jarvis, tell me you recorded the Cap cursing. I have to make it my new ringtone."

Harry's eyes glanced over the people behind him but his eyes glued back to Steve. "I was given a file with the information for the Avengers an hour ago. I saw your name and… I left London and came straight here… Bucky?"

Someone moved from the back of the room. Harry looked over when he moved beside Steve. His eyes rolled over to the man and Harry's heart stopped. It was Bucky. Bucky looked lost. Harry let out a sound he would swear later he never made.

"You're both here." Harry took a stumbling step back. He looked around the room almost in a daze. "I see glitter. Stevie… I…"

Harry's eyes rolled up in his head and he dropped. Steve and Bucky were running before he hit the ground.

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Steve looked up at Bucky and they were both shaken. Bucky looked down at Harry, his right hand running over his face. "Is this real?"

Bruce was moving to them. "Let's get him up to the infirmary."

Steve moved picking Harry up bridal style and followed everyone to the elevator.

"So… popsicles who is this?" Stark asked as the doors closed.

Bucky stood quiet while Steve refused to speak.

Stark snorted. "I'm thinking this is why Natasha can't get you a date. Looks like the Captain played for the wrong team."

Natasha's head whipped around peering down at Harry as Bucky snorted.

"Stark, shut up." Steve snarled.

Harry jerked in Steve's arm. Steve and Bucky froze looking at Harry. They all exited the elevator and followed Bruce to the infirmary. Bruce was hooking Harry up to equipment as soon as they made it into the room. Harry had bulked out some since the last time Steve had saw him. Bucky was standing steps away still leery of this room. Bruce worked on him for fifteen minutes before he leaned back.

"He's fine. He looks exhausted and a little dehydrated. The shock probably made him pass out."

Steve couldn't pull his eyes away from Harry. He reached out touching his hand. He felt Bucky move behind him. "Seventy years Buck."