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The next morning, Tony slowly walked towards his kitchen to find the man 'Harry'already there and making some sort of English breakfast set for eight people. His son (or godson, but Tony could have sworn the boy had looked like a smaller carbon copy of the man) was busy setting the table.

The kitchen smelled very nice, actually, and 'Harry' looked like he was used to this; in fact, Tony guessed 'Harry' might be a professional chef, or at least cooking was his most favourite past time.

"Hello, champ." Tony smirked.

The man turned and made a gesture of acknowledging him, but that was it. The coldness of the gesture was something that didn't bother him—for he was used to less intelligent people trying to ignore his sarcasm for they couldn't accept his awesome personality—and so he just came nearer and stopped beside Harry. He poked the guy just for fun, and Harry rolled his eyes.

"Yes?"

"You just woke up noon-ish, yesterday, and you were transferred into my tower just last night. Did you have a good night sleep? How about the champ there? Are you sure you are fine with making breakfast? Not that I mind, of course. Those look good. Where do you get the bacon? I didn't know we have it in my tower…"

Harry kept his silence. This muggle—the Gryffindor man a.k.a. iron man—talked like Hogwarts Express. Once he opened his mouth, words came nonstop. He sighed. The muggle didn't need to know about the healing charm Harry had cast on himself. Afterall, the only problem he had had with his wound was he hadn't known how to get the bullet out of his shoulder—the rest would have been easily healed using the healing charms he learned in the college for Healers (when he was learning to become a mind-healer) because it hadn't been that deep.

"I am fully healed, thank you for your concern, Mr.…?" Harry inquired. He couldn't let himself accidentally call them the nicknames that he had been calling them in his head anymore. The incident where he called The Captain of America as American Flag was embarrassing enough.

Tony smirked. "Tony. No way! I know you can disappear and do some or the shit Steve said you did—but recover only in matter of days—no, even less than a day, it was hours—from bullet wounds made you not normal, Harry. With that kind of ability… and did you just appear and disappear in front of me that time? Was it something like transportation? Were you exposed to anykind of radiation before? Gamma, Beta? You are almost qualified to join the Avenger, a group of frea.."

"I am sorry I am not normal." Harry sharply cut off Tony's words before turning to his son (godson?) and Tony saw the boy was trembling. Harry took the boy to his side and scratched the boy's mop black hair. "Sh, everything's fine, Teddy. He is not talking about you."

Tony grimaced. What did he do? Why was the boy trembling like that?

"Thank you for your concern, Mr. Tony,but I am quite alright and since your people have kindly treated my wound, I feel the need to repay your kindness. I decided to show my appreciation by cookingeveryone breakfast before Teddy and I leave."

"Oh, not that I think the breakfast is not good or anything, in fact it does look very tasty, but don't you think that's too fast? We did nurse you back to health after all. Why don't you stay longer? In fact, I think I can show you the better part of Manhattan than what you have been able to have seen so far. You are here as a tourist, right?"

Tony didn't say out loud that he actually hacked the S.H.I.E.L.D. database just to check on Harry's history. He was quite disappointed when he saw Harry's history—Harry was a human, not a new kind of alien. Not that Tony have much positive feeling about aliens, especially since the recent alien forcethat tried visiting the earth was there to destroy the human race and not at all good looking. Harry, on the other hand, he had thought was quite similar to human (if he was truly an alien) and those green eyes just mesmerized Tony.

He tried to get more information about the British-accented man and his son (godson?). Sadly, he was only able to see Harry's passport when he came to America a few days ago. Before that, it seemed that Harry's file was protected with some sort of special security system that even JARVIS couldn't hack into.

Harry turned the stove off. Luckily, he had made the breakfast using muggle ways and not magic. He was almost tempted to use magic, but the risk of being caught was too high. Harry put the bacon on each plate nicely. The plate was now complete with bacon, scrambled egg, baked beans in tomato sauce and two slices of toast each. Harry also made some tea, but he didn't provide coffee because he wasn't sure how to use the modern-like muggle coffee machine.

The smell of the good breakfast enticed Tony. The millionaire playboy was not the one who usually ate breakfast (or lunch, for that matter, especially when Pepper wasn't around to make sure he ate anything), but he really wanted to eat that now.

"Thank you, Mr. Tony,but I have other matters to take care of and Teddy is not safe here. The breakfast is just enough gratitude, I think, since the reason I needed to have your treatment was because of your people shooting me. Oh, and I don't know how you know that we are tourists, but I guess nothing is left to see in the ruin of Manhattan."

"But, I can takeyou to California! Hollywood, you know? The hill of dream and stars? I owe you that, at least, since you have given Steve the best nickname ever. I can also introduce you to some famous people. I guess with your looks, you can secure one or two roles,maybe even a movie about British Magician or something." Tony giggled, remembering the first time Harry called American Flag on Steve's face.

Harry's heart stopped for a moment and looked at the giggling hero. He was ready to obliviate Tony if he knew about magic. It was his carelessness after all and although he knew the British Ministry of Magic would pardon him for anything he did now (for the British Wizarding World owed him so much after killingVoldemort), it was not good for Harry to abuse the power. Unconsciously, his grip on Teddy's shoulder became tighter.

The boy watched his godfather's face, and he bit his lips, waiting for the worst.

Yet, after searching Mr. Tony face and waiting for some accusation about the magic use, Harry realized the other man didn't seem to mean anything by the comment. In fact,Mr. Tony just launch into another ramble about how good his mansion in California was, after insisting that he be just called Tony. For a moment Harry swore he could see Draco boasting about Malfoy Manor and it was that which caused Harry to let his suspicion go.

Harry sighed. He just couldn't believe how much of a chatterbox the man was. He started to regret bringing the man back (well, one meeting with Dobby the dead house elf was enough so he knew he couldn't ask Death to take Tony back to Death realm).

Furthermore, Harry basically just accused the man's team as his shooter and pointing out the ruins of city after they fought those aliens, but this man shrugged it off like it was nothing?

Harry was brought from his internal ramblings when other people entered the room, lured by the smell of crispy bacon. The first one was the shoulder-length haired blond Demigod,who smiled when he saw Teddy busy putting the plates of food onto the table. Behind him followed Hawkeye, Natasha and the captain (The Walking American Flag, as Tony commented in his head, giggling still).

"What a feast in the morning! This smells really good! Thank you, boy." The blond man rubbed Teddy's hair. And suddenly Teddy's hair changed into blond, just like Thor's.

Also Teddy growled quite loudly in displeasure.

The room suddenly fell silent. Nobody moved.

"Eh? What is for breakfast? It smells so good." Bruce walked into the room, then scanning the room in general.

"…Did I miss something?"

Bruce's entrance actually helped to move things along. After general introduction with each side, they started breakfast. Tony and Thor were the only two talking; the rest was busy drowning themselves in their food, and giving calculating looks to the British man and his son (godson?).

All of them compliment and thanked Harry for the breakfast. Thor asked for seconds, which Harry answered by apologizing for not knowing that he needed to make extra. Tony waved it away and told Thor that they could shawarma for early lunch. He invited the British guests, but received no reply. Harry and Teddy looked like they were anxious and wanted to leave straightaway. But nobody dared to ask about Teddy's hair colour change.

Finally, breakfast ended. Harry was readying to wash the dishes when Steve stopped him.

"Let me. You cooked the breakfast. It was truly nice, thank you."

Steve's calming smile made Harry sincerely smiled as well. Tony scratched his beard.

"Well, when you two smile like that I guess we really don't need a lamp anymore,it's bright enough."

Harry blushed a bit before he gathered Teddy and walked towards the door. Tony was quicker. "JARVIS, don't let our British guests leave this room."

"Yes sir."

Harry ignored the voice and tried to open the sliding door; but it didn't comply. He turned to see Tony smirking to him, feeling not guilty whatsoever. "Hey, I promised you Hollywood, didn't I?"

Blood rushed into his head. What the heck was this man trying to do? Was Tony trying to confine him and Teddy inside the tower? Harry was ready to either blast the door, or apparate—he could obliviated all of these muggles easily, afterall he was a full time trained mind healer—when suddenly the lady who shot him called his name.

She walked to stand in front of him, and Harry frowned. He was at the same height with the lady—and he cursed his genetics and childhood lack of nutrition for it. But her words took his attention.

"Harry, I want to apologize for shooting you. It was a reflex. I hope you can forgive me."

Before Harry could say anything, Teddy's hair changed into red in colour and so was his face. Natasha and the rest of the Avenger (sans Thor who was busy getting through the bottom of a box of Pop tarts for additional breakfast) stared at the child. Harry quickly hugged Teddy and bit his neck, forcing submission from his Godson. Teddy calmed down and returned to normal. The boy buried his face inside his godfather's arms.

"What… was that?" Bruce asked, slowly coming near Harry and Teddy. Harry shook his head.

"It's just an allergic reaction. This lady here reminded Teddy of my ex fiancée. And when he is mad or agitated, he usually changed colour."

"Oh." Bruce commented, as if changing colour was normal. Well, maybe for him, it was. "I do change colour too, but to green."

"Really?" Teddy peeked from his godfather's arms. "You turn green?"

Bruce nodded and shrugged. Tony smirked and patted his science buddy at the back.

"Are you an alien?"

Bruce smiled. Steve and Hawkeye chuckled at the back.

The Gamma-radiation expert smiled. "Unfortunately, I am not an alien. The alien were blue, remember? Well, I have a … condition that makes me turns green everytime I am angry."

Teddy's face fell a bit, but he asked again with more enthusiasm. "Can I see it? Are you a metamorphmagus as well?"

Harry groaned.

"Ah. I am sorry. I can't control the other guy, so I cannot let myself be green unless it is needed." Bruce smiled and apologized. "By the way, what is metamorphmagus?"

Before either Harry or Teddy could answer, the door was opened and three people stepped in. Harry turned to see Minister Shacklebolt step in with two men, one bald man with eyepatch (just like a darker Mad Eye Moody without hairs) and a man who wore suit like a second skin. Harry guessed straightaway that the second man was a muggle.

If the minister himself was there, that meant Harry was totally screwed.

"Potter," The minister sighed. "What have you done now?"

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