So Tony soon found out escaping bed with his son was not the best idea of his life after being restricted to the couch with stern faces and a Thor shaped-tumor snoring on his leg as he soothed his son on the other. He smiled as he noticed the same droopy mouth silent snoring from both. It was a slightly forced smile as he still felt the glares heat the back of his head like laser beams from Doctor Doom's boots. It had been two weeks and the people still held the grudge reminiscent of a chimp to it's mother. They forgave him, but every once in awhile they would band together and remind him of his folly to 'sink it in'. He stayed put like they desired on this worn and well loved couch as he rubbed his offspring's belly and comb his fingers through his beloved's hair.

Yes, Thor had changed from what he remember before the birth. The man soon found out that he could in fact make time. He was King and with that means he has the power to change what he wants. Now Tony was overwhelmed by the sudden presence of him. Sadly, it meant that he was unsure on how to react and Thor knew it. Every time Tony would ramble and have a mini panic by the overwhelming attentiveness from others he hadn't had in a while, Thor would get wide eyes, upturned eyebrows, and a slight frown that would cause a sinking feeling as he felt he had failed. They both would simply smile at each other and cuddle in silence. This also came with the tummy rubbing that he had gotten used to being a gesture of comfort and familiarity when Thor would be behind him. Something they only did in public at times.

The team on the other hand were a mix of exasperation and concern. A form of Tony-hurt and Tony-kidnapped PTSD hits them if Tony so much seems different. Which meant it became weird for them to witness this new Tony that was open to anything and not cemented and argumentative when bored.

". . . wavefunction, gives info about the probable amplitudes of place, speed, and other physical traits . . .", Tony stated as he messed around the coffee machine for his first coffee in forever. He could feel saliva threaten to garbled his words.

Coffee Coffee Coffee.

Everytime he stopped talking in a form of a question, Luc would garble a few disguised words and he would respond as he had been replied to. It was very pleasing that the little man could tell question from statement. It was funny to see the growth spurt respond to statements with a wavering 'hmermm'. An imitation of the 'hmm' Thor constantly gives when thinking over what was said.

"Are you talking physics to a month and a half old?" Clint asked with a squeak and continuous blinks at the scene.

"Quantum Mechanics specifically. Plus, my son is as smart as a one year old with the body of a four month old. He understands. Right, Lucien?" Tony replied as he made himself a sandwich and put pudding in a cup to give to his son, all while waving around a spoon like he would a screwdriver. The he pointed it at Luc who respond with an 'ah!'. The archer just raised an eyebrow and looked to the ceiling.

"Jar, are you seeing this?"

"For you, Master Barton, I am working on believing."

"Only you would built sass into an Artificial Intelligence."

Tony laughed and Luc attempted to imitate.

"I didn't. He learned it. Not my fault he took after yours truly." Tony put his hands up as Clint rolled his eyes.

"So what is your opinion on 'current' affairs?"

Barton showed stopped all the unnecessary movements and gestures. His body stilled. His eyes narrowed. The gleeful presence around him froze as Tony felt the focus on him. Tony appreciated the fact that he was consulted enough to be a vivid focus of the goofy archer.

Tony blinked and nodded. Tension resumed it presence over the small kitchen as he feeded his son. Ignore the small bits of smooshed food that somehow ended up on his tailored pants and white dress shirt. He did cringe as he thought about how the white shirt would never be white again. Maybe he should clean out white from his closet.

"Well, the realms are preparing for war. I met with the US government to talk business. We all agree that people need to be prepared to evacuate on notice. The Police are giving a notice out today on how to do so and what to do if they can't make it out. Most of New York City, save for the Heroes, are going to be taken out if things are worse than our usual battles. The NYPD will be on the outer ring to protect and make sure all stragglers are safe. The Battle of New York will not happen again. We lost too many people that day." Tony said with a hard huff at the reminder of the amount of death and injuries that had occurred. "Odin will not spare anyone. I am just angry that the President, House of Reps, and Senate all did not see fit to have reinforcement brought anywhere else but outside the 'danger zone'. They seem to think that us and the Realms will be enough to stop this threat. We will not be able to stop every being from creating mayhem outside our reach. Many will reach that stupid danger zone", he growled as Clint tilted his head to the side and rose an eyebrow before realizing what that meant.

"They won't have military backing us up?" Wide eyes and a high voice met the statement. "So they are finally putting faith in us now that we need their help, those bas-" He was stopped by a well aimed pudding into his mouth that caused him to choke and cough as Lucy laughed.

"Language. Yup, even Fury got pissed." Tony explained. He had also informed the leather covered man he was Godfather and dipped as soon as he let the man know. His son had been in the care of Natasha, the godmother, during times of adult talk. A nostalgic smile came over his face as Clint twitched his nose and got a blissful look on his face. "What's got you so happy?"

"So you know, Tash is a spy right?"

"Yip" Another splutter on his white shirt from his apparently hungry monster.

"For the biggest spy agency out there?"

"Mhmm." Tony gave his son a frown a raised eyebrow as some of it went from the spoon in his hand to his face. The little man was getting better aim.

"Why not get to reveal some nasty little secrets?" That comment from the neighborhood spy caught his attention.

Well, there was another problem solved. Only one bagillion to go. Tony sighed.

"Jar, get Tasha in here. Time to force a few hands."

Tony began wiping what he could from himself and Lucien. He knew it wouldn't last long, but he did want to look professional with a child on his chest.

"So Barton, how do we solve the problem of communication on the field. Heavy magic in one area tends to short out anything not runned by arch generators."

"Well, why not flares? Post someone on the roof and report different flares that have different meanings. Or maybe some electronic short range ones that would register on a radar, but not physically or in magic?"

"That will make the tower a target as that kind of tech is only available here. Not that it isn't already a target. . ."

"Well, how about. . ."

Tony felt relieved. Maybe all it took was talking to someone about problems he alone could not solve. He felt almost stupid after a while. He had been so overwhelmed to solve things Thor couldn't that he had short circuited himself.

"Here it is, War Council." Tony said as he sat. Having taken a seat beside Thor, who had replaced Fury as the main representative of the Midgard race along with Natasha when the other representatives insulted every being in the room in one go.

They, despite being from the International SHIELD, were voted by most of the powerful people in the world to represent the U.S. in this case. Fury was the head seat with the infamous Black Widow and the Speaker of the House of Representatives. The rest of the countries did not send their president or King and sent some of the lower positions. Much to protect themselves and also to have a scapegoat in case things go south.

Thor had actually called down the Warrior Three and Sif to come and join him as the well meaning side of Asgard. Heimdall had been imprisoned, but word had it he and the others would make an escape along with more of his people soon.

He knew that action would spark Odin into action.

Tony had placed a palm sized 3D interactive projector on the table and the city popped to life. The table revealed small gasps as this Midgardian created an invention that was on par with 3D Asgard tech. Tony's eyes glistened and his mouth twitched. Thor smiled fondly with pride as his bonded continued to astound the War Council, as they called themselves. He then looked at the projection as different colored dots blinked into life in the tower and Tony began to explain the plan for the third time today.

"Evacuation is beginning tonight for the city. New York City will be cleared by tomorrow night when Heimdall and the others escape. Maybe even morning after if things get delayed. So as soon as we see the sun peak, teams will be set to defend, if it comes to that. Every floor of this tower will house a team read to go. When a single hint of the army from Asgard comes through, they will disperse to their pre-assigned locations, but first, we need to talk to them to make sure that they know what is going on. We have Midgard militia lining the whole city, in case we can not contain the soldiers and they will not be joining the fight unless they need to. Beyond that, we will have the other countries on high alert. We think they will hit New York as this is where we are, but that doesn't mean we won't know what to expect. Anyways. Teams. Each team will have ten to 50 beings. Of members of various Realms. We need each team to have a chain of command. The cap is the leader. One of us, who know this city. Below we will have one of each Realm to translate and relay information for those who can not speak outside their language. They must be defended even if the cap of the team is wiped out. Below that are the heavy armed. The sword of the group. Then we have a group used to defend and assist. Then we have one who will man the flairs. Along with the rest who will simply attack. We will not murder unless we know they want it. Most will innocently follow orders but their will be some here to kill. . ." Tony reminded as he tap a dot that spread out into a triangle of beings that had their occupations above them in different languages. Natasha came over and tapped it back to resume its singular way.

"Now let's say the time has come, ships will be ready to launch as we all head to designated areas." Nat tapped the top of the tower after 2 hours of discussion.

The dots hopped into aircrafts and spread to different areas around the city and the Helicarrier zoomed from the corner. "This ship here will rotate to eliminate and battle crafts that may come. Meanwhile on the ground, our groups will defend the area and eliminate any threats. There will be layers. Closer to the tower the more likely there will be more attacking meanwhile on the outskirts we will have the more defensive and stealth involved." She tapped for the stimulation to start after the changes and clarification had been made.

"Now we will have various commands and signals. The most important are the different flares. We will have the stealthiest of our beings to monitor and record the colors thrown. Red for when you are being overwhelmed and need back up. Blue for medical help. Purple for when the coast is clear, as in not fighting in the moment. Brown for recalling the original team back to the area origin. Teams will be advised that if a red is flared a purple neighboring team will throw a flair and send a few of its own to help. Green for magic users present. We will send a few of our limited magic users to your area. Yellow is for aerial attack. In that situation any beings of flight will come to help. Orange means that you are retreating. The areas around you will move closer to you to prevent complete retreat. Black means that there is absolutely no saving this area. Which means you are the last of that team and you know you will not make it. In that case we will not be able to help you. I am sorry now if this happens." Tony struggled to say. As the simulation showed one black flair near the tower. It was going to happen. "If you flare red and no help comes your way send a yellow if none, send a red. If none of these help, please retreat. We rather sacrifice that zone than our people." The head of the Stark family pleaded as he looked every being in the eye.

"How will we know a flee-ares if we can not witness over your 'rufftops'?" An elf like being asked with the translational lypse that comes with the Elvish Language to Midgardian English dialect.

"There will be watchers on various places with the sole job to witness this and report them. We will have one here in the center looking through city spyware to view them. As well as air vessels." Thor announced as he viewed the stimulation critically. They had no doubt this tower would be a target as is the place of Thor, the Avengers, and Lucien. He tapped something and his eyes went wide at the scene of destruction that was simulated.

"This. This is the worst case scenario. If Odin received help and brought an army so vast. I asked around to see what allies the man has. He has been getting people on his side since he began his reign" Anthony whispered as they viewed retreat happening and the Midgard militia respond in rescue in greater numbers as their defense fell. Bombs began to be activated throughout the city as the major retreat happened. Starting with the tower that launched a single fast vessel as the tower exploded. "The city will be rigged to destroy itself. We will not allow this city to be taken because if it falls, Midgard falls soon after, and if that falls then the gateway to YOUR realms is open for the taking. That is because most of our major defense is here. Anyone left will be focused on saving who we can and retreating." Such words created motivation.

"It will not fall, Lord Stark." The Jotun ruler reassured as he bounced a blue Luce on his lap, who was awfully silent and gnawing on a giant Jotunheim creature plush toy. The little guy was in formal attire full of fluffy fur and a band of gold on his brow with a dangling red jewel that gleam with magic from the wearer. Tony upturned his lip as he witness the baby finally babble away and yelp in joy as his red eyes met Tony's. The jewel sparkled in glee. Beside him Thor melts as the child with a drooled on his fist giggles at the golden haired king and waves his arms around.

A/N 2: Edited.