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Chapter Two- Harry's First Word

- 1 ½ Years Old-

Tony adopted Harry, much to the disapproval of both Mrs. White and Pepper, though Pepper gradually fell in love with Harry in the end. Tony had his last name change to Stark and despite checking Jarvis's video storage of the night that Harry had been left on his doorstep, he still didn't know the people who had left him because they both had been covered by dark cloaks and had been murmuring to each other; and Tony obviously couldn't search for those people when his only leads were "two people wrapped in dark cloaks and then disappearing into thin air."

Harry was generally a quiet baby and everyone in the team pitched in to help take care of him. But there were two unusual things about Harry, one his hair. Even though it was only a small amount of hair it was already untidy and unruly, Pepper had tried to fix it by cutting it a little bit, but they were all stunned when his hair grew back the next morning. He also had a strange scar in the form of a lighting bolt on his forehead that wouldn't go away and Bruce concluded that it was a strange birth mark of some kind.

Harry had been living at Stark Tower for exactly six months and they still couldn't get him to say his first word no matter what.

"Come on, Harry," Tony crouched in front of Harry, who was in his baby seat eating the remainder of his breakfast. "Come on, say Dada, Da-da."

"Hmph," Clint scoffed as he came into the kitchen and poured himself a cup of coffee. "Who would have thought that one of the most richest men on earth would end up talking in a stupid baby voice and begging a one year old to talk. I don't know if it's sad or pathetic."

Tony threw a nearby orange from the counter at Clint's face which Clint easily dodge.

"Watch it," Steve snapped pulling his newspaper away, he grabbed the orange and threw it back at Tony. "And stop throwing food, you'll hit Harry. I don't know why you two are making such a big deal about this."

Tony rolled his eyes as he stood up and gave Cap a look of disbelief. "At least I didn't stand up in front of the kid for an hour with a stupid sock puppet pretending to be a Muppet."

Steve flushed bright pink. "Hey, I read that in a parenting magazine! They said that if you show a baby a puppet or stuffed animal it will be easier for the baby to talk."

"A load of help that was." Clint said as he approached Harry. Harry looked at him amused with eager, green eyes. "Let me show you how it's done. Come on Harry, say Daddy, Da-ow! What was that for?" he rubbed the spot at the back of his head where Tony had hit him with Steve's newspaper.

"You're not Daddy," Tony protested. "I'm Daddy, you're the uncle that always get's drunk at the Christmas parties."

"Why do you get to be Dada? I'm the one that changes the diapers."

"Do you want me to show you the adoption papers? Whose name is on it? That's right, mine, see. Can't you read James Bond, A-N-T-H-O-N-"

"Will you two please shut up." Bruce scolded as he came into the kitchen. "You know the rules, no fighting in front of the baby."

"Bruce!" Tony nearly pounced on him. "You're a doctor, why wont Harry talk yet?"

"Every baby is different, Tony. Some babies speak earlier than others."

"But I want him to talk now," Tony whined. "Can't we-"

"Jarvis."

The four men stopped arguing to look back at Harry in disbelief. "What did you just say?"

"Jarvis." Harry squealed easily clapping his hands together. "Jarvis, Jarvis!"

"We'll, I'll be," Steve leaned back and smiled. "He said his first word, good job kiddo."

"No, no good job," Tony stomped his foot. "His first word was suppose to be Dad, not Jarvis. Did you hear that Jarvis, this is all your fault."

"Indeed sir, I am deeply honored," the AI responded sounding pleased.

"Come on, kid," Tony begged as he faced Harry. "Can't you say, dada please?"

"Mama." Harry said clearly as he touched Tony's nose.

Clint burst out in a hysterical laugh. "The kid thinks you're his Mom! That's classic, that really is. I should have filmed your reaction, it was priceless. It would have ended up on America's Funniest Home Videos."

The doors clicked opened and Natasha and Pepper appeared carrying shopping bags followed by Rhodey.

"Hey, guys," Pepper smiled brightly. "You'll never guess who me and Natasha found at the supermarket, Rhodey."

"Dada!" Harry squealed pointing at Natasha and Pepper.

Rhodey looked at Pepper and then back at Harry, his facial expression growing more confused. "Yeah, I think you guys still have some explaining to do. I have a feeling you haven't told me everything that you've been up too since you came to New York."

-End of Chapter Two-