Warning:Serious angst fest ahead.

Beta: Position filled by melodysong231. Ok folks this is the newly revised edition thans to wonderful beta. I just realized how sloppy this was but it took forever for inspiration to hit for this chapter so I wasn't paying as much attention as I should have.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, nada, nil, need I say more? All belongs to J.K Rowling, Stan Lee, Jack Kirby, Steve Ditko, Marvel, and Disney

A/N: ok i'm having way to much fun naming the odd filler characters. Also i've decided Neo's role. He's fairly important to the plot but won't actually be seen much. Also i've been having too much fun with the names. I've had an intereting review about Harry's height from Tucagwathiel. I did want to make him taller but I may have overdone it by an inch or so. I also realized if I want to get away with letting people call him kid he can't exactly be a giant so I will be taking him from 6' down to 5'7" which will make him shorter than everyone but Logan and Wasp (I'm using their comic heights as reference not how tall their actor is). Also most everyone will be thinking of Harry as kid because they assume he is onesince he's not even seventeen yet.


Neo was pacing. It was something he always did when he was agitated. He had just come back from an emergency meeting with the current Head Auror, Duru Nuntius. He had not known it must've been bad, but Duru's news wasn't bad-it was catastrophic. All it had taken was fourlittle words: Death Eaters in America. Apparently a few escaped Deatheaters had managed to make it to America after the war, and if that wasn't bad enough they had started a cult which was gaining more members every day.

It was half an hour later when Dawn came in to find her boss making a hole in the carpet. She wasn't surprised as he tended to do this fairly often. The manic expression on his face, however, worried her. She had been out getting lunch while he'd been in the meeting. She was guessing this was the cause of his distress as he'd been okay when she had left, just before the meeting.

"Neo what's wrong?" she asked.

"Death Eaters!" he shouted.

Out of all the possible answers she hadn't been expecting that. Her eyes widened in shock as she gaped at her boss in shock. She started pulling herself together as she watched Neo continue to pace. She had hoped to never hear that word again, and yet here it was rearing its ugly head. She knew that there were a few that escaped but she had hoped that with Voldemort's death they would have given up. If they were up to something things were going to get messy. They were still recovering from the War they sure as Merlin didn't need another one. Her mind whirred through all the various scenarios involving those monsters.

"Care to elaborate?" she asked. She decided to let Neo put her out of her misery and tell her what was going on. Otherwise she was going to give herself a panic attack.

"They're in America!" he shouted.

"But Harry, we've got to warn him." she said starting to really panic now.

"We can't! Can you imagine how Harry would react to being told there were Death Eaters in America? He'd go ballistic! Not to mention we don't know how many of them there are!" Neo shouted.

She could see his point. If Harry were told about the Death Eaters, he would hunt them down until none were left not to mention increase his paranoia. Not to mention all the bad memories it would bring up, it might even be enough to give the poor guy a nervous breakdown. She still thought it better if he were warned, because she knew Harry had a tendency to be reckless.

Neo meanwhile was thinking along the same lines as his secretary, but he decided it would be better not to warn Harry. Telling Harry about the Death Eaters would have far more potential consequences than Dawn knew. After all he hadn't yet told her the plan, let alone finished implementing it. It would be for the best if Harry wasn't told; however he knew that Harry was careless where his own safety was concerned. It would be best to warn him, to keep him on his guard; but he would make sure to leave out the details. It would take some finesse but he could work around this. After all the benefits far outweighed the risk.

"I'll need to set up a meeting with Harry as soon as possible." said Neo. Dawn stared at him in surprise. This made him ask, "What?"

"I thought I would have to persuade you to tell him." replied Dawn "I thought you would try not to tell him because of your current half-cocked scheme. Which could be disastrous, and knowing you probably will be."

She knows me too well, Neo thought ruefully. He knew she wouldn't be happy with him but there were too many important factors resting on his decision. Things had been set up perfectly, and now all he needed to do was watch events unfold. Seeing Dawn eye him suspiciously he decided to speak up.

"Don't worry. I have everything under control" said Neo in a confident tone, while his mind started plotting out different outcomes.

"That is exactly what I'm afraid of." said Dawn.

"It will all work out." said Neo.

"It had better or else we'll be looking for a new Minister. I will not hesitate to use the witch special on you if anything goes wrong." she threatened.

"Well then I best set up that meeting" he replied as he quickly made a hasty retreat. Dawn watched him with narrowed eyes. She knew that man was up to something, and she would find out no matter how long it took her. Merlin help Neo if he was up to any of his tricks.


Harry looked at the building before him with awe. He had actually spent the entire limo ride staring out the window which had amused his companions as he stared at New York City. He had seen skyscrapers before but that was amazing. His eyes had nearly popped out when they went through Times Square which had made both Tony and Steve laugh.

Steve had been relieved to find that Harry was not at all like Tony. He had shied away from the crowd when at the airport and he was quiet, but then again he might just be tired. It would make his job a lot easier because he wouldn't have to worry about keeping the team from killing way he had reacted to the city was entertaining. He was looking forward to the team's first impression.

Tony had been curious. It was funny watching the kid see the city, but it was also curious. After all he should probably be used to big cities. Harry definitely didn't act like most rich kids he knew, and he knew rich kids pretty well considering how her grew up. Who knows, but it wasn't like the kid would be staying with them that long.

Harry continued to stare at the buildings and was glad for having asked the twins for a magic block. He had been having bouts of accidental magic that tended to disrupt any nearby technology. Harry was uncertain of the exact cause but he was researching it in his spare time. He hadn't had much luck so far but then again research had never been his area of expertise that had always been Hermione. He felt another pang in his chest, because thinking of his friends hurt. He couldn't forgive himself for failing to save them

I suppose I should be used to it, Harry thought. He knew that was a lie; he knew that he was only fooling himself, but he wasn't going to admit it. The nightmares were brutal and more often than not he would spend a sleepless night trying to distract himself, from the deaths and guilt that plagued him still. He blinked as he realized that the dark haired guy was speaking to him.

"Come on. Can't stand out here all day. We might get mobbed well I might at any rate but I wouldn't want you to get crushed by my fans." he said cheerfully.

"Ok sir" said Harry as politely as possible. Steve raised an eyebrow but Tony seemed to ignore it. Inwardly Harry smirked as he wondered how long he could address the man without using his name. Well if nothing else his little joke would let him relieve some stress.

"Good afternoon sirs" said a voice that came from nowhere.

Harry whipped around trying to find the source of the voice as he instinctively released his wand from its holster. He put his senses on high alert because in his experience bodiless voices tended to be bad news. The basilisk sliding through the pipes flashing vividly into his mind.

"Relax that's just Jarvis my A.I." said Tony. Harry must have looked as confused as he felt because he added, "Artificial Intelligence, he's in charge of most of the Tower's functions."

"Don't worry you'll get used to it." said Steve.

"Hello Jarvis. This is our new guest Lord Harry Potter-Black." said Tony.

"Pleased to meet you Lord Potter-Black" said Jarvis.

"Just call me Harry please I don't really like all that Lord nonsense." said Harry still slightly wary.

"Of course Harry sir." said Jarvis. Harry wasn't certain but he thought Jarvis sounded amused.

"You don't need to add the sir, just plain Harry is fine." said Harry. He was settled now, less wary, and slid his wand back into the holster.

"Of course, plain Harry it is." said Jarvis. Yep, thought Harry, he definitely sounds amused.

"Thanks Jarvis." said Harry dryly.

"Oh and sir, Nick Fury is calling. Would you like him to be put on hold or re-routed this time? Or would you like me to use an excuse from the file?" asked Jarvis. Harry was amused at the sarcasm in his tone as he addressed his boss.

"Use one of the excuses. Old eye patch can wait. After all we are carrying out a request from SHIELD" said Tony.

"Maybe we should see what he wants." interjected Steve.

"And get more work? Never." Tony scoffed.

Harry snorted in amusement. He watched Tony cross his arms and adopt a very mulish expression which made Rogers roll his eyes. He wondered who this eye patch person was and what shields had to do with anything. Looks like he would need to do some digging, or talk some information out of Neo who had been surprisingly tight-lipped about his new location. Though he doubted this, when Neo wanted something to stay secret it usually did.

"Sir, Fury demands an answer at once. You apparently used the Malibu excuse last week. He has informed me that the Avengers are needed at once" said Jarvis.

"Well damn," said Tony, "did he say what he wanted?"

"He only said it concerns Loki and that all the Avengers are required to attend." said Jarvis.

"What about the kid?" asked Tony.

Harry felt slightly annoyed at being called kid especially by a man who acted so immaturely. Then again he hadn't considered himself a kid since Sirius had died and the day he had heard the prophecy. Then again he'd never had much of a childhood, no that had been taken the night Voldemort murdered his parents and Dumbledore left him at the Dursleys. He still had scars from all the times Uncle Vernon had taken a belt to him. He'd gained so many new scars over the years that he really doubted they were visible. He had taken care to pack clothes that would hide his scars as he wanted to avoid any awkward questions that would surely follow. He let his mind wander back to his days at Hogwarts and the war. He was so lost in thought it took a couple minutes for him to realize he was being talked to.

"Kid! Hey kid! Are you even paying attention?" said the man.

"What?" asked Harry as he snapped out of his thoughts.

"We need to run an errand so we're going to leave you here." said Steve. He motioned to a young woman that had just stepped through the doorway, and Harry paled dramatically. At the sight of her red hair, only a slight shade darker than Ginny's, Harry was transported back into his memories, of a family that had been destroyed by his mistakes made in the war. He wondered if Ginny would have looked similar to this woman if she had lived, and what about Ron? He wondered if his best friend and Hermione would have finally started dating officially, and if their bickering would have stopped at all...

As they left, both Steve and Tony separately resolved to talk to Fury, about Harry who was quite the enigma. Tony was curious and a little worried about the kid's reaction to Pepper. He looked as if he'd seen a ghost. Steve was worried about Harry's reaction to Pepper as well, but the look in his eyes had really worried him. It was a look he had only seen in the eyes of the older veterans during the war. It was an expression that didn't belong on someone as young as Harry.